Ana felt a push on her shoulder, but she didn’t budge. Another push and she groaned. One more poke to her side and she jumped, feeling a sore spot between her two ribs. “Ow!” She growled and saw Mac sitting in the driver seat. Oh, they were in the car park. This was the hotel, yep, it was the hotel. Mac said they arrived a few minutes ago, it just took a lot to wake her ass up. Ana flipped the mirror down and wiped under her eyes. She didn’t realize she fell asleep. One minute she was talking about Ruby the next she was out cold. There was something with driving that always calmed Ana. Free road. Music. Maybe it was the way she sat or the odd comfort of a seat belt across her chest. She fell asleep every time and Kenzie would more likely make fun of her.
She looked behind her in the back. Two small bags with just clothes some suites. Ana stretched her arms and back before unbuckling her seat and sliding her leather jacket on. She stepped out, wearing ripped dark jeans and a skin tight shirt. London was still chilly, but not as bad as she had figured. “What do we do first, Kenz? Check in? Hit a bar? Concert? Tell me you have an impromptu DJ set at a venue?” Ana lightly laughed, still stretching and trying to wake herself up. Mac was in a funk. Easily, something that Ana couldn’t fix with just words, but maybe she could get her head on straight again. They had a lot to talk about between Mac’s boss, Mya, Aislin, and Ana herself. She reached into her bag and pulled out her phone for the hotel reservations.
Mac was astounded at Ana’s ability to pass out in a vehicle. She knew from their last trip but it was still surprising. And waking her up was no cake walk either. She’d heard about parents taking their kids out for rides to get them to sleep and wondered if maybe something like that happened with baby Ana. Either way they were there. In a lovely car park, staring at a lovely hotel. Now if they could only move inside, then they would be golden. She had stared at her for about a minute before trying to wake her up. She always looked peaceful.
She got out of the car herself and stretched only a little. Being in a car again wasn’t as bad as sh thought it would be. Riding the bike was more thrilling. “Let’s check in. Get the room all set and then hit a bar or two.” She laughed at the impromptu dj comment. “You really want to see me spin? I didn’t think it was your kind of music Gunnarsson.” She grabbed the bags and followed Ana into the place. Not too shabby. She kept looking over her shoulder like she was spooked half the time. Still no fucking word from Louie. It was getting nerve wracking. She probably shouldn’t be carrying a weapon on her without Ana knowing but she didn’t feel all that safe right now.
All the driving between cities was taking a toll but it would have been better if she had some peace of mind that it was all going to be fine. She knew the life she led wasn’t a normal one by any stretch. “I can set something up if you want. There’s a few places that want me doing a set.”
“Let’s check in. Get the room all set and then hit a bar or two.” Bar or two. Ana smirked and put her phone in her back pocket. Of course, they could get acquainted with their room. Get dressed if needed. “You really want to see me spin? I didn’t think it was your kind of music Gunnarsson.” Ana shrugged as they started walking in. Ana leaned in closer to Mac’s ear and touched her shoulder, “It might not be my style, but telling people I’m fucking the DJ is always a treat.” She moved away and approached the desk. Mac wasn’t far behind, but she was moving a lot slower than Ana had expected. That made her wonder if there were injuries she needed to know about. Mac was also as stubborn as Ana. Hey pop my wrist into place, it’s okay, not broken. Ana nearly rolled her eyes at herself before she started the check in process.
“Come on, we’re set.” Ana waved Mac to follow. Okay, they needed a bit of talking before anything else tonight happened. She mentioned setting something up, but with a lot on Mac’s mind, Ana figured it was a bad idea. “Or we can do what makes you comfortable. You’re tweaking out there Kenz.” Ana pushed the button to the elevator and let them sit inside alone. 5th floor. All the way up in silence and leaving in silence. Ana slid their key card into the right room number and opened the door, letting Mac in first with the two bags. Ana closed and locked the door behind them. “Okay, before we go anywhere or do anything,” Ana took the bags from Mac’s hands and tossed them onto the single bed. Her hands made it onto Mac’s shirt collar and she made Mac look straight into her eyes. “Is someone following you or something?” Ana asked. She had seen this before with Mac and it was the urgency in her voice too. She remembered hearing it on the phone when Mya was taken. She remembered hearing it when she got shot. Worry wasn’t a good look on Mac, especially when it was this obvious. “Look at me.” Ana asked quietly and touched her neck with her hand. She lifted up on her toes and kissed her lips softly. Ana flared up internally. Something she had gotten used to when kissing Mac anyway.
Mac laughed at Ana’s comment about fucking the dj. They could probably do something depending in the booth too. It was an idea. She knew she was being too quiet, too antsy. She couldn’t help it. When Ana pointed it out, she mumbled an apology. She followed Ana as she led them to the elevator then into their room. Ana surprised her by taking the bags and tossing them on the bed. Hands on her collar. A question. Mac shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on but my boss is still dark and his top guy hadn’t heard anything last I spoke with him.” She kept looking away.
The touch on her neck did more to calm her down than any xanax she could pop. The kiss brought her into the room. She wasn’t sure where she had been before that. Ana’s lips were tender. She pulled back and let their foreheads touch. “I’m sorry.. I told you… I’ve been in a funk.. “ She took a breath. She kissed Ana again before pulling away. She walked over to her bag and took out the pistol from the back of her pants. She took out the clip and emptied the chamber. She put everything in one of the inside zipper pockets. “No work ok?” She turned back to Ana and touched her face. “Did you want to hit the bar? Are you hungry?” She knew she was trying to deflect everything that had been building with work. Ana was with her now. She needed to get her brain out of that mode completely. Business was good, really good. She was making connections and sales for Louie without even trying. But there was a cloud hanging over everything. The more she replayed their last meeting, the more she felt it all off. It hadn’t helped that even if Mya was safe and Ana was healed, that the dreams hadn’t disappeared.
“I’m not accepting an apology. You did nothing wrong.” Ana whispered and let Mac breathe for a moment. They kissed softly again. It seemed to be helping just a bit. Mac turned and went to her bag, pulling out a gun, unloading it, and away. She watched. No matter how many times she had seen or known that Mac had a gun it still surprised her. The noise made her thoughts wander. Ana closed her eyes for a quick second to make the painful chills ease away from her thoughts. She could still hear the loud noise and feel the burning pain in her leg. “No work okay?” Ana opened her eyes and she was right in front of her. “Did you want to hit the bar? Are you hungry?” She shook her head. “Not hungry. Bar is fine.” She faked a smile and moved to her own bag, avoiding Mac’s entirely. She rounded the bed and dug in, getting her wallet and phone. It was stupid to think about. A gun in the room. No one was hurting them. No one was hurting Mac or Ana. Her pockets were filled with the two items and she decided on wearing a beanie.
Ana leaned over and looked in the mirror on the small dresser, braiding her bangs off to the side first before shoving the grey hat over her hair. “Bar. Let’s get some whiskey in you.” Ana gripped her hand once Mac was ready and led them to the door. She saw a few bars on the way in. There was even one in the hotel but it didn’t seem much of Ana’s age group or style. She specifically knew of one just a couple blocks South that was more for them. Less business, more casual. Definitely a place they could go for now. They got outside and Ana put her hands in her jacket pockets. “This place lets you request the music and they have a decent whiskey selection.” Ana tried to keep the vibe more positive than down. It wasn’t really her style… nor was she good at it. “If you don’t feel safe at any time, we can go, all right? There’s always the bar in the hotel. Hot tub too.” Ana spoke softly next to her, before she bumped Mac’s arm with her shoulder.
Mac knew guns bothered Ana but she couldn’t leave it in her car. Not in London. She should keep it in her waistband but she was opting to leave it behind. The smile on her face was for her benefit but even she could tell it wasn’t real. Fuck. She didn’t need anything from her bag. “Whiskey sounds great.” Ana took her hand. Mac smiled. They walked until they came to a decent looking place. Ana was telling her about it. “Choose my own music. That could be disastrous somedays… I had a thing for the Spice Girls.” Mac was trying to lighten up.
Ana was trying to be good about all of this. Mac had asked for this hadn’t she? She needed a night out with Ana. Someone that could make her feel safe. Always. She was being playful too. “I’m good… this is good. Maybe I’ll be more relaxed after the first drink.. you know?” She pulled Ana towards her. She kissed her lightly. “Thank you… for meeting me.. for coming out here with me. I’m rattled is all.” They went inside and got a booth. The waitress seemed nice. They ordered. She looked at Ana and gave her a real smile. Mac wondered if she looked as tired as she felt. “So tell me what’s going on? You mentioned Mya is staying? How’s Red?” Their drinks came. “Oh and Ms. Ruby… have you decided to keep her yet.. cause you should..” She took a sip of her whiskey. “I’m rather fond of the girl and she suits you.” The whiskey warmed her insides almost immediately.
From the outside of the bar, there were a decent amount of people through the windows. Ana felt like she didn’t stick out with her attire for once. Though, there were a lot of hipsters. As long as they didn’t try to talk to Ana she was fine. Mac claimed after a drink she’d be better, even after a short kiss she didn’t believe her but she hoped for the best. “Thank you… for meeting me.. for coming out here with me. I’m rattled is all.” Ana shook her head and leaned in closely. “You’re only allowed to be rattled when my tongue’s inside you,” Ana whispered and kissed the side of her ear quickly. She’d make jokes and be her sarcastic self as much as possible. Sometimes, it did bring Mac out of these funks.. no matter how far down she fell.
Once inside, the two were at a booth with drinks ordered and a tab started. Ana saw the smile and commented, “There you are.” Mac started to ask about Mya, Aislin, and now Ruby. Ana picked up her own whiskey and sipped as well. She seemed to notice a pattern. When Ana was in a mood like Mac, she took it a lot harder. More drinking, even slip ups. Definitely a lot of pain behind her eyes. Mac at least tried to pull herself up. Ana realized she should take note. Drinking didn’t solve everything. “You’re the second person to tell me to keep her. I’ve only had her for almost a month now. She’s just a foster. I need to remember that. I don’t want to take her in and find out I can’t do it for whatever reason.” Ana set her drink down and figures she might as well pull out all the distractions. She fussed with her hat and leaned casually on the booth padding. More hipsters. Ana grumbled to herself.
“So whatever I have with Aislin is going well. It’s open. I didn’t think it would be that way but it is. At least for now. So I accidentally dipped my toes in that vicinity.” She wasn’t exactly sure how appropriate it was to tell Mac how and why she ended up sleeping with Mya, but maybe she’d get some enjoyment out of it. The last time she told her, Mac was actually jealous. Enough to stop over and show her how it felt to be fucked and hard.
Ana’s comment about her finally showing up made her laugh. She shook her head. “Be nice or I’ll have them play something awful for music.” She looked at Ana and her beanie. She was glaring at the hipster crowd without even trying. She was almost foaming at the mouth, daring one of them to approach her. She’d likely be vicious. Maybe Mac should encourage her to attack. It would be amusing watching these little fuckers try to match wits with her. She was talking about the second person to tell her to keep Ruby. The first had to be Aislin. “Maybe you should listen to us. We know you don’t we? She loves you. Follows you. She adores being near you.. it would be a great disservice if you separated her from the one person who has been so kind and loving to her.” She wasn’t playing fair and she knew it. But Ana sometimes needed a push to see the good things in her life. Ruby was that. They needed each other.
“Excellent about Aislin and you.” She raised her glass in her direction and took another sip. Wait what was that last part? “You dipped your toes in what vicinity?” She had lost her somewhere. Maybe her and Aislin had gone swimming or something. “I don’t get it. Accidentally dipped your toes in what?” She was looking at Ana waiting for an answer. What had she asked about? She’d asked about Mya, Aislin and Ruby. She’d already answered. Then the liht went off. Mya. Mac cocked her head in Ana’s direction. “You didn’t? You fucked her again?!”
It took a bit. Mac asked, unsure what she meant. Ana laughed under her breath and picked up her drink again. One sip. “I don’t get it. Accidentally dipped your toes in what?” A second sip. Mac’s eyes narrowed and she started to churn her brain over and over. The gears started and Mac nearly slapped the table in a slight realization. “You didn’t? You fucked her again?!” Ana laughed into her drink. The air caused the burning alcohol to slid up to her eyes and she set the glass down blinking. Karma. Ana kept them closed for a little longer until the burning stopped. Note to self, never laugh into drink. “Yeah… It was sort of unscheduled.” Ana wasn’t sure how okay it was on that level, roommates or not. They were just supposed to be friends and Ana had crossed that line twice. She didn’t want to be any more than friends, but seeing Mya react the way she did was something new. Ana could remember it, most of it, even if she had been on any substance.
She explained in a short summary. After her parents set up a restraining order, Ana believed weed was a good choice. Lightweights as they were, they finished a bottle of bourbon with lemon and honey. The Hot Toddys didn’t dilute any of it apparently. “She wanted to be comforted. I don’t think I should be allowed to spoon anyone that is a friend because I…” Ana shrugged and made a face. “I couldn’t control myself?“ She didn’t necessarily remember how it started, but it involved touching. Ana knew she did it. Either a kiss or her hands being too close to the front of her panties. “We were watching a movie, I planned on going to bed but it obviously didn’t happen that way. I had to tell Aislin, which wasn’t exactly fun but I did.” Ana took off her hat for a moment and ran her hand through her hair. Once back on she reached for her drink. Mac looked stupidly surprised still. Jaw nearly dropped still, Ana was waiting for her to say ‘wow’ about eight times and then something snarky. Maybe teasing. “So that leaves me here… with you and that look you’re giving me.”
Mac was processing. It was taking a while. She didn’t even laugh at Ana’s flub with her drink. “Unscheduled?” She listened to the story. Her reactions were slow to say the least. Parents with a restraining order? Her heart went out to Mya. She didn’t deserve any of the shit that befell her. She kept staring at Ana. When she was finished, Ana looked at her. “So that leaves me here… with you and that look you’re giving me.”
“This look..” Mac pointed at her face. “This look means I haven’t had enough whiskey for this.” She finished her glass and waved the waitress over for another. “Her parents suck.” She shook her head. “Unscheduled? Really? You cuddled and your hand went in her knickers? How could you not control yourself?” Mac held her hand up. “Don’t answer that yet.” The whiskey came and she downed half her glass. “Ok.” She took a breath and ran a hand over her face. “You chose not to control yourself… don’t say you didn’t have control.. that’s not you. You always have control.” She shook her head again. Mya was attractive. She was surprised it hadn’t happened more often. It hadn’t happened more often because Ana felt protective over Mya.
She leaned back. “Alright.. shock over..” She laughed. “How did Red take it?” She was curious how Aislin was handling the whole open relationship thing. She had been really insecure during their meeting. She couldn’t imagine her taking it very well that Ana was sleeping with Mya too. “Wait.. did you sleep with her? Or did she sleep with you? Like how much are we talking here? Hand in the knickers, getting her off? Or your tongue.. which I believe you said should be the only thing rattling me.. please do give me a little more of a story here… because my mind is dying to know.” She was smiling at her. Ana was unbelievable.
“You’re right about the whiskey…” Ana lifted her brow and pulled her glass toward her lips again. She took a slow sip and held it close to her. “Unscheduled? Really? You cuddled and your hand went in her knickers? How could you not control yourself?” Ana opened her mouth but Mac interrupted, “Don’t answer that yet.” She closed it and sat instead. “You chose not to control yourself… don’t say you didn’t have control.. that’s not you. You always have control.” Ana bit the inside of her cheek. She hadn’t admitted to Mac a few times where she felt herself slip. Control and no control. Almost a sense of blacking out. It happened with Aislin at times. She wasn’t sure if it was the control or what Mac had stated. Ana chose to not care about control. Then the slue of questions came in Mac’s Aussie accent. Ana missed it at time, but she was still thinking about the previous words. Control or not.
“Kenz,” Ana had to stop her from going overboard. She hadn’t seen her this excited over something so minor before. “Aislin was okay for starters.” She leaned onto the table with her elbow and let her head fall into her hand. Okay what happened? Ana closed her eyes for a moment. She could almost feel her lips on her skin. Oh yeah, the biting. “All of it.” Ana half shrugged and took another drink before she set the glass down. “I remember needing to touch her. Wanting to.. then I just did. Hand in the knickers as you call them.” Ana remembered Mya spending a lot of time with her chest. “It started that way.” Ana smirked and shook her head. She explained more of Mya’s reactions. Fingering her was supposed to end there. “But after she came, she sort of went at it. She knows what she’s doing with her tongue.” Ana shook her head again with a smile. “Coached a little… definitely have the bruises on my thighs to prove it.” Ana looked up at Mac, a devilish grin on her face.
“Then, no control. I did that thing, with my tongue on her. Some biting.” Ana laughed again and felt her body heat up in remembrance. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone cum so hard in my entire life… not even you… and you’ve passed out.” She said it in her own disbelief. “Like curl into a ball, laughing, vibrating, and not stopping.” Another drink, Ana was definitely getting flushed in the cheeks. “She said something along the lines of… That’s never happened before like that, how do I go back to anything else beside that.. I think. Something close to those words.” In a way, she felt proud of it. She remembered feeling proud when it happened too. Definitely a confidence booster for Ana about how she performed in bed. Not that she had any doubts.
Ana stopped her and started talking. The words were reaching her but it was the look on Ana’s face as she spoke. The emotions as she spoke that were sinking in. Whatever happened with her and Mya was a good thing. Her skin flushed at one point. “So you blew her mind with the tongue thing…” Mac knew the tongue thing. She knew it very well. She opted not to focus on the fact that Ana reminded her that she had passed out. Also opted not to focus that Ana had managed to eclipse whatever Mac had done with Mya. She didn’t get that reaction from Mya. Her ego wasn’t bruised. Not really. Not when Ana looked like this. She was happy. She was also possibly turned on at the memory.
Mac raised her second glass to Ana. “To you and that tongue of yours Gunnarsson.” She was thinking about Ana’s tongue now. Oddly enough the Mya thing had put Mac at ease. She was no longer thinking of work. She had Ana overnight. “So what’s the suit for? Are we going to a fancy restaurant? Or are you living out some fantasy?” She laughed. “Toy is in the bag. Decided not to wear it today.”
“Is it wrong that I want to take you back to the hotel and fuck you? Not like last time you and Mya went at it.. But I still want to get you naked.” She didn’t know if it was the rush of alcohol or the fact that Ana looked like she was glowing with confidence.
“To you and that tongue of yours Gunnarsson.” She looked up at the glass in the air and Ana lifted it and tapped Mac’s, just not with as much excitement. Another drink and she needed a new one by now. One whiskey down. Ana made a note to keep track of how many she was having today. “You forgot to toast my fingers too.” Ana wrapped them around her empty glass and made eye contact with the waitress at the bar. A tap on her empty glass and she got a nod that there would be more shortly. Mac was growing even more curious, not with asking questions but what this all meant. Ana had a sense of pride about the story and that didn’t happen often. She never felt proud of anything she ever did. Soon, Mac was asking about the suit. Saying she brought her toy but didn’t wear it. Ana smirked at her and let her tongue poke to the side of her cheek. “Is it wrong that I want to take you back to the hotel and fuck you? Not like last time you and Mya went at it.. But I still want to get you naked.”
“Well.. that’s not a new feeling, Mackenzie.” Ana saw the waitress coming over with two new whiskey’s, figuring they would both need them. Mac’s would be there on standby. Ana reached and grabbed her new glass, giving the waitress a wink as she walked away. Another sip and she sat with her head held high with confidence. “We just left the hotel and you want to go back? Already?” Ana faked a pout and motioned toward the group of hipsters sitting at a circle table. “You didn’t even give me a chance to mess with them.” Ana kept her smirk on play. It was nice to see Mac in this state. No longer drowning in her thoughts of work either. “I think we should have a few more drinks. You can tell me why I made you bring two suits and maybe we can find a use for one of them. Preferably in a hot tub. Did I mention I like hot tubs? Did I also mention that we can upgrade to a suite that has one in the room?” Ana lifted her brows and pushed over the fresh glass of whiskey for Mac.
Mac nodded. Ana’s fingers should be toasted. She looked beautiful. There really was a lot of emotion running through her. But it was light. Holy damn. What she did with Mya gave her light. Don’t mention it. Don’t. She’ll deny it and get all dark or grumpy cause she can. Mac sipped on her second glass and was happy the waitress brought a third over. Ana winked at the waitress and Mac was biting her lip smiling.”Nope not a new feeling.. or one that ever gets old.” Nope, wanting to see Ana naked or fucking her could never get old. Not even if they were 80. Though they would likely need to be a little more cautious about hips and other bones.
She laughed at the notion of Ana messing with the pseudo intelligent crowd. “If you’re going to mess with them, I may need a few more of these.” She finished her second glass and knew she should slow down. The day was early still. “I have no idea why you made me bring two suits so I don’t think I can tell you.. but you may have mentioned a hot tub.. and no you didn’t mention we could upgrade to a room with one in it. Make the call Gunnarsson. This should have been a given.” She laughed. “And if we have our own tub, we don’t need suits.” She looked at Ana’s arm. “I see the tape’s holding up. I should have snapped a picture of that pink thing. Missed my chance.” A nagging thought in the back of her head about Ana getting hurt but she pushed it away. “Can you go in a hot tub with that thing?”
“I have no idea why you made me bring two suits so I don’t think I can tell you.. but you may have mentioned a hot tub.. and no you didn’t mention we could upgrade to a room with one in it. Make the call Gunnarsson. This should have been a given.” She felt her smile grow wider. She should’ve mentioned it wasn’t available until much later in the night. But that would be said momentarily. “I know,” she stated confidently in response to their own tub. The thought of it was enough. Though possibly dirty, there was always the option to shower after. Ana had seen the suites and they did have a large shower along with a tub. Well, it was more a whirlpool bath. Same thing. Now she was busy thinking about a bath with the exact person talking to her about her cast now. “Ha ha… again, it would’ve been shoved so far up your ass at the same time. So let’s not mention it.” She narrowed her eyes but Mac was thinking in a different direction. “Can you go in a hot tub with that thing?” She shrugged.
“I shower with it sort of. Keep it away from the water. Not like I’m going under water with you Kenzie.” Ana laughed and pulled her drink close to her lips again. She missed this. Their banter. Their shameless flirting and outward statements to each other. They were simple in comparison to everything that had happened recently. Now, Ana was strictly a genuine smile. Whatever started it at the beginning of this talk really brought it out. She hadn’t noticed, which was better for Mac to feed off of. “Excuse me.” Ana slid out of the booth with a sip of her drink before she got to her feet. Ana dialed the hotel and leaned her shoulder against the wooden panel behind Mac’s seat. She let the phone ring while she leaned forward and gripped Mac’s chin and let their lips connect heavily. Enough to maybe turn heads if anyone was watching. She slid her tongue along her bottom lip and hummed. “This is The Milestone Hotel, how may I help you?” Ana didn’t stop kissing her, even with someone on the phone. “Hello? Is there someone there?” She pushed Mac slightly while she leaned forward and abruptly pulled away.
Ana smirked and kept her hand under Mac’s chin. “Yeah, hi. I’d like to upgrade my room. The suite. Yeah. Yeah. We were 521. Yep. Bags there but can be moved. Seventh floor? Won’t be ready until eight or nine. Got it.” Ana turned her focus on Mac while she spoke. Her thumb slid up Mac’s chin and grazed her bottom lip. There was something absolutely sexy about her bottom lip. Ana was distracted by it. Thinking of her teeth sinking into it. How much she wanted to suck right there… “Ma’m?” The woman on the phone asked again and Ana snapped back. “Yeah? Oh, right. Yeah. Understand. Okay, then eight to nine it is. Thanks.” She removed her hand from Mac’s lips and hung up. “We have a couple of hours to kill, so let’s drink up.” Ana grabbed her glass and knocked most of it back in one sitting.
Mac giggled at Ana’s reaction to the cast. She remembered the texting back and forth about the hideous color. Then spotting it across the airport terminal. It made her giggle harder. “Ok I won’t mention it.. for the rest of the trip.. another time.. you never know..” She wiped the tears from her eyes. Ana was allergic to colors, bright colors. Mac was certain of it. She watched her slide out of the booth. She hadn’t expected her to come over to her and kiss her like she did.
The giggles disappeared. She felt Ana’s kiss, forceful. Commanding. Mac was in for a hell of a night if Ana was going to be like this. If sleeping with Mya gave her this much energy, Mac was all for it. Ana was never meant to be bound to one person. At this rate, she would have a harem before long. Mac’s breathing was a little heavier when Ana started talking on the phone. She felt like had been struck by a train. Ana was watching her. Touching her. She was hypnotized. That gorgeous face. Her jaw. She wanted to kiss her everywhere. It was probably frowned upon in the pub. Ana finished her call and they had plenty of time to kill before their new room was available. Maybe they could shag in the car.
“Drink up.. right.” Mac drank half her own glass and pulled Ana into her side of the booth. “I think you should sit next to me. I’m pretty sure I can let my hands roam and have no one be the wiser.” She let her hand fall to Ana’s thigh. “If you were wearing a dress or a skirt, my hand would be halfway to the goal by now.” She was smiling wickedly at Ana.
Ana was easily tugged down to sit next to Mac. She figured this would be one of their nights. Fighting for who would be this or that. With Ana’s confidence this far up… she didn’t expect to be submissive tonight. Oh, no. “I think you should sit next to me. I’m pretty sure I can let my hands roam and have no one be the wiser.” She saw Mac’s hand slide up her thigh. She laughed at the thought of something as crazy at this happening. Not that it would be the first time this had been done in a bar. She had done the same to Aislin on one of their trips to London as well. She licked her bottom lip and tried to not take much notice to the hand on her leg. “If you were wearing a dress or a skirt, my hand would be halfway to the goal by now.” Ana leaned closer to her ear and let out a soft chuckle.
“If it were up to me… I’d already be without pants, riding your lap no issues. Though, I think it might be a bit illegal. Especially with over thirty people watching.” Ana made sure to press a warm kiss over Mac’s tattoo on her neck. “Guess we’ll have to wait though, huh?” She pressed another kiss onto her neck, this time closer to her jaw. “Oh and I think you’re mistaken.” Ana reached and slid her hand over Mac’s, almost willing to shove it down the front of her pants for a laugh but instead she just gripped it. “I think the no touching rule might need to be established right now. Or did you need me to tie them behind your back?” Ana smirked and felt electrified. So much energy fueled through her. She figured it was the nap from the ride. Also knowing how much Kenzie wanted her back at the hotel room too. Yeah, that was also part of it. “I can make you sit on your hands again.”
She chuckled and leaned closely. Ana was getting a show by just watching Mac. Ana breathed against her neck once more, even letting herself happily laugh in a low tone. She retreated to actually finish her drink. Maybe they could do a bit more. “Come on, hot shot. Let’s go to the bar and get something stronger in you.” She let go of Mac’s hand and slid her empty glass away from her while she got to her feet. Ana felt on fire. This confidence used to stick around daily until things had gone wrong. Since she had gotten shot. Since she had lost herself a little while ago. But now? Everything felt in place. Piece fell into piece. The world was Ana’s game.
The thought of Ana pant less was captivating. The idea of her riding Mac was even more so. The kiss on her neck left her breathless. She was mesmerized and the night was starting. Another kiss. Ana grabbed her hand. Mac was hopeful that her hand would be placed in a good spot. Her hopes were dashed. Ana was instituting the no touch rule. Her brain was trying to wrap itself around the no touch thing when it went directly to rope. And tying Ana up. Her face must have been a sight at the racing images in her mind. The breath on her neck caused shivers. Then Ana was up and out of the booth. Mac was still blinking at empty air. Get up!!!
Mac almost jumped out of the booth going after Ana. “I never agreed to the no touch rule this go around.” She stated as she sidled up to the bar next to her vixen. The Ana with her today was going to fight her tooth and nail for control. Mac wasn’t likely to give up easy. Ana mentioned something stronger. Several things ran through Mac’s head. They had hours to kill. Something stronger meant the possibility of getting inappropriately friendly on the premises. Means they would be asked to leave. Or Ana would poke the hipsters until they started something which Mac would finish and they would be escorted off the premises. Anyway she looked at it, they were ending up on the street before it was time to get to the hotel. Maybe they could shag in the car.
Ana’s energy was rolling off her. It was a good sight and heady feeling. She looked and felt in charge which meant Mac was in deep trouble. This evening was going to be all consuming. She took a deep breath. Looked over at the hipsters then met Ana’s eyes. They were shining. She needed to buy Mya ice cream or something. If she did this, it needed to be honored. “So stronger… Tequila?”
Ana leaned herself onto the bar counter. Both elbows leaning off the edge. Her clunky cast still in the way but the more she ignored it the less it bothered her. I never agreed to the no touch rule this go around.” Ana just smiled. Of course Mac wasn’t ever a fan of the no touching rule, but it left for a much more interesting night. It usually left Ana in strict control and she was aiming for that since she sat down here. Her eyes skimmed the menu. Deals. Drinks. Shooters. Blah, blah, blah. Mac was looking around at the people by the bar. Ana was already dangerously close to the set of hipsters that were already being loud. She ignored them for now. Mac’s shoulder touched Ana’s and she almost ignored her in a way. She wasn’t acknowledging her wanted attention. Ana would get to that shortly. If she managed to get Mac to calm down about her work life in that amount of time, she could try to win this little game of theirs.
Her eyes finally looked up, catching a bit too much light when she glanced toward Mac. “So stronger… Tequila?” Ana flipped the menu over and nodded. “You know, they do allow body shots here.” She looked up and made contact with the bar tender from the opposite side. She walked over and asked what they wanted. Ana pulled out cash and slid it over to her, “Two shots, strongest tequila. Two double shots too. Limes, salt. Thanks, cupcake.” Ana let her keep the change. Overpaying left them treated nicely from the beginning. No matter what the outcome. She turned toward Mac while the bar tender started getting their drinks ready. “You look a little flushed there, Kenzie.” Ana reached out and touched her neck with the palm of her hand. Always cold as ice she smirked when she felt Mac’s skin tense up at the temperature change. “Here you are, cheers. You two have a good night. I’ll be around if you need more.” She set the drinks down from a tray. Along with limes and salt to top it off. Ana handed the first regular shot off to Kenzie and grabbed a lime. “Go ahead.” Ana nodded toward the drink and placed the lime, peel against her tongue to allow Mac to grab it straight from her lips.
Mac was getting no traction from Ana. She was ignoring her stance on the no touching. She only showed minor interest when Mac mentioned tequila. She heard body shots and knew she was going to be in trouble. “I did not know about the body shots.” She was going to lose tonight. Ana was firing on all cylinders and then some and Mac was fighting to keep up. She had been lost in her work and was finally free of thinking about it. But she wasn’t quite on Ana’s playing level. Ana was playing for keep. If Mac didn’t pick up her game, she was going to end up tied to the bed.
Ana was already ordering the tequila. Fuck double shots. Come on Mackenzie. Wake up!! Mac shook her head and looked Ana up and down. That was her prize. She needed to remember that. Of course that was tough considering she wasn’t playing fair. The hand on her neck was downright dirty. “It’s a bit warm now that you mention it.” She smiled at her. The shots were served. And already she was two steps behind. The glass was pushed over to her. “Alright.” She took Ana’s hand and lightly placed the salt there. She brought it up to her mouth and licked the salt while meeting Ana’s eyes. She took the glass and tossed back the burning liquid. Then she stepped to Ana and took the lime from her mouth. Her own hand taking hold of Ana’s hip.
After sucking on the lime, she took it out of her mouth. “Yum. Your turn Gunnarsson.” She didn’t let go of Ana’s hip. She was refusing the no touch rule. Not now. If Ana won the game while they were out, she would submit to whatever she wanted. Until she lost or conceded, Mac was going to play as dirty as Ana. Her finger slipped under the waistband and touched skin.
Ana felt the salt sit in the crease of her hand. Waiting for Mac to take her shot. Tongue. Burn. Lime. It was fun to see Mac fighting against the barrier that Ana had put up. Not a heavy one, just something she could easily bounce off of. Recoil until she would give in. She felt Mac’s hand on her hip soon after. Ana didn’t realize how long it had been there or when it started, she was far too focused on Mac’s actions involving her mouth instead. “Yum. Your turn Gunnarsson.” Ana smirked and glanced down, seeing Mac’s thumb slide into the waist of her jeans. Clever. She knew what Mac was doing. This was Ana in control. She wished Mac knew what she meant earlier. Sometimes, she did lose it. She couldn’t stop in some aspects and feeling this made her know that it could be a bad thing down the road. Ana turned toward her shots, debating on which one to take first. Double or single. She slid her tongue on her hand to get the rest of the salt off that was lingering behind.
Maybe to make Mac watch while she sat deciding or just because. “Hm.” She buzzed and turned toward Mac. Ana slid her jacket more toward her shoulder, moved her shirt to the side and licked right above her collarbone. “Need the salt to stick, don’t I?” Ana grabbed a lime and held it up to Mac’s lips. “Open.” She slid it between her teeth and grabbed the salt to tap onto the wet spot located right above Mac’s shirt collar. Soon, her tongue followed the curved line where her bone was. Ana grabbed the double and knocked it back. A quick burn with the salt and soon her hand slid behind Mac’s neck and urged her forward to let her take the lime form her teeth. Ana smiled and laughed near the end when she sucked against the sour fruit. The bar seemed quieter, Ana set the glass down and turned over her shoulder. The group of boys with their shitty suspenders, fake glasses, and over-sized beards had suddenly stopped talking all together. Ana laughed, shaking her head and tossing the lime onto the plate next to Mac’s dry one. Ana still felt Mac’s hand on her hip. Unsure if she had put it back or if it stayed. “I’m willing to bed one of them comes up to me and talks about some political bullshit. Just wait.” Ana grabbed her second shot already giving it to Mac. She could have the singles, unless she really wanted the double. Ana could always stomach tequila without so much as a wince.
Fuck me. I am so screwed.. was Mac’s thought as Ana moved her jacket. She felt Ana’s tongue and did her best not to shiver. A command to open her mouth for the lime and Mac obeyed. Her hand was still on Ana’s hip and it didn’t even faze Ana. She pictured a war ship sinking in her mind as her own resolve was melting away when Ana licked the collarbone once more. She slammed the shot like a pro. Didn’t even react to the taste. Then her lips grazed Mac’s as she grabbed the lime. She swallowed. Ana’s laugh after told her that she was in complete control. When she saw Ana look over her shoulder it took a moment for Mackenzie to look past Ana’s jaw. She saw the group of fledgling idiotic boys and knew where the night was going to head sooner than later.
Ana was laughing again and talking about them. “I am so not taking that bet.” I’m already losing the none bet I apparently accepted. She took the shot Ana offered and was about to go through the ritual of the salt on Ana’s hand but thought better of it. She leaned into Ana and licked her neck. “What did you say about things sticking?” She whispered in her ear. She poured a dash of salt on Ana’s neck. “Open” Mac placed the lime wedge in Ana’s mouth and let her thumb linger on her bottom lip. Mac didn’t so much as lick the salt off as she licked and bit into Ana’s neck. The shot went down smoother this time around and the lime even taste better to her.
She spit the lime out into her hand and gave a short laugh herself. Ana could be in control all she wanted. Her neck was still a weak spot. “If you start a fight with them, you know who is ending it right? You’re down to one hand. Your glare is powerful but them wankers could get on my bad side quickly. Fair warning.”
Ana’s hair was brushed away from her shoulder. The two were having their own fun and no matter how annoying the boys behind her were, they couldn’t even come close to what Ana was feeling. The flat of Mac’s tongue sliding up and around her neck. Some salt. She felt it fall onto her shoulder, sliding down her shirt. Small crystals that didn’t even matter. “Open.” Ana nearly bit her thumb when she dragged it across her lips slowly. She closed her eyes to prevent them from rolling back. She knew what Mac was going to do and once her teeth sunk in, she exhaled abruptly. You, fucker. It was the one thing that could make Ana go weak at the knees. Maybe even just collapse and jump on Mac in general. She fought it, no matter how much her eyes wanted to stay closed and let her just touch her the rest of the night. What happened to control? Her neck was throbbing, stinging, and still a little wet.
She was only taken out of it by the slap of the heavy shot glass onto the counter. Should’ve worn a scarf. Ana’s eyes dulled in a different sense. Aroused and lazy. Mac spoke about the guys behind her, she had forgotten about them until she turned her head and one yelled out. “One more shot!” His hand pushed through the air in a fist and Ana rolled her eyes. “Look what you started.” She joked, sarcastic of course. Ana shook herself from that state. She reached for her shot, licked some salt from her hand, downed it, and sucked on the lime. No show for her or for them. One of them booed. Ana had a temper, but it wasn’t boiling up as much as she normally would’ve reacted to. The bar tender came around and Ana ordered two more doubles. They’d be there soon. “After these, let’s go on a walk. There’s somewhere I want to go to.” It wasn’t much of anything. A small gallery opening that she had heard about a couple miles from here. A walk, but they’d be drunk and Ana would be okay with walking anyway. “Two doubles.” Ana grabbed hers and repeated her own process. Salt. Drink. Lime. Done. She handed Mac hers and smirked. Ana’s hand slid through the front loop of her jeans and pulled her close enough for their hips to touch. More inappropriate calls from behind them. Ana was beyond used to this by now, but it was funny in a way. At least she was the one getting laid in this scenario. “You can take a body shot back in our suite. I don’t think these pin-heads need a show.” Ana made sure she was loud enough for them to hear.
Mac knew she had succeeded by the way Ana’s face changed. It was like a purring kitten now instead of a tiger ready to claw. If it had been appropriate, she’d have done a happy dance. A mental one was just as good. The rowdy boys were going to grate on Mac’s nerves. Ana blamed her for their revelry. “Me? Who came up with body shots? I only came up with tequila.” Ana’s next shot happened without any pomp and circumstance. Then another round was ordered. Mac had lost count but was starting to feel the wobble of the alcohol. Ana pounded hers and then brought their bodies very close. Mac couldn’t help but smile. A body shot at the hotel. She could handle that and then some. She did her shot and they were off. Mac flipped off the guys before they left.
Ana was leading the way and the night air felt really good. The alcohol was hitting Mac and she realized she hadn’t eaten. It would explain the serious buzz she was carrying. Of course it could be Ana causing it. She was closer to Mac’s playing level from where she had been earlier but she was still full of energy. She didn’t know where they were going but it didn’t matter. She put her arm around Ana’s waist and stopped walking. She pulled her in, placing her free hand on Ana’s face. She brought her in for a kiss. It was slow and powerful. She wanted to let her know that she was desired. Not that it was ever in doubt. But it was a small promise that the game was still going on and that no one had won yet. Yes, Mac had struck a blow with her teeth. But Ana had a few blows of her own already racked up. And the night had a long way to go.
Mac shooed Ana out of the bar before anything bad could happen. She was debating on tossing a shot glass at them, more likely near the floor but they were in the slightly colder air now. At least Ana felt warm. Whiskey and Tequila. She could feel it settling in her body, slowly rising up to that other euphoric state of being tipsy. Ana was sure she’d be drunk within the hour after all their shots. Mac looked relaxed. Ana stole a few glances as they made their way down the street, block after block. She felt her hand on her waist and it made her stop. “What?” Mac looked like she was happily buzzing and warm. Even smiling for a change compared to earlier. She touched her face and kissed her. No one on the street could care, if there were even people out on this road. She breathed out once their kiss ended. Another spark, something she couldn’t necessarily pin down. Fire. Light. She felt like she was picked up again. The game was still going. How could Ana forget?
“Come on lady-killer, we’re going to a small gallery. It’s just up the road.” She pointed to a flashing sign. Prints. Art. People. She didn’t care much for the people, but if she could purchase a print and hang it back home that would also be a plus. Ana slid her hand into Mac’s. She normally never did this. If anything, she held Aislin’s hand more than anyone else she had ever gotten to know. She simply felt like it right now and Mac could tease if she wanted to. “One of the guys at the gallery does wooden animal prints. I mean.. not prints. Sculptures. Moose heads. Elephants. Dinosaurs. All that nonsense. Maybe you can get yourself another tattoo idea there.” Ana slowed to a stop when they had to wait to cross. London was a lot busier than Bristol. Even the traffic, which was abundant with everyone in their cars instead of strolling around like the two of them. She pointed down the block again, they were close enough to be there in just a minute or less.
Mac laughed at being called ladykiller. The way it was going she would pin that title on Ana. She wouldn’t see it of course. It was rather apparent to Mac. She wasn’t jealous. She was proud. “Art gallery.. ok” She looked ahead and thought she could make out where, but everything was slightly fuzzy. Fucking tequila. Whose bright idea was that? They were walking and Mac noticed Ana’s hand was in hers and she smiled. This was a nice change. She couldn’t remember how often they held hands in public. Mac was too busy feeling Ana’s hand in hers to notice much of anything else. She was listening to her voice. “Tattoo idea.. maybe.. Do you want another tattoo? I can give you one you know.. well not right now.. now would be bad.”
She was about to walk into the street when Ana stopped her. They needed to wait to cross. There was a bit of traffic. It was early. Too early for the hotel room upgrade and hot tub. Mac stepped behind Ana at the thought of the hot tub. “You ever have sex in a hot tub?” She leaned in and started nuzzling Ana’s neck. She wrapped her arms around her even though she was warm. “We really don’t need suits then.. Nope.” The p popped out of her lips. “I’m pretty sure you got me drunk Gunnarsson. You know you don’t need to get me drunk right? I’m a sure thing.” She laughed. You chose tequila. I’m pretty sure you got yourself drunk. “No I didn’t.. she ordered the doubles. Wait.. I think I replied to my own thoughts out loud.” Ana was pointing to the place. Mac nodded.
She wouldn’t tell her, but Ana had been thinking about another tattoo. She wanted it to mean something. Just like her quote on her ribs. Small, but meaningful. Especially to her. That thought was in her head now. Ana would give it time before she ever told Mac that she’d want her to place another piece of permanence on her. Mac’s hand detached from Ana’s and she turned her head to feel her right up against her back. She smiled and shook her head. She could tell they already had too much to drink. It hadn’t all caught up to Ana yet. She had her own doubles waiting in her stomach. She felt her breath on her neck and Ana tried not to be too bothered by it. “You ever have sex in a hot tub?” She laughed and leaned her head back against Mac’s shoulder. “No, but I have in a pool.” That was a feature of her needed to be college years. Parties with CEO’s daughters, sons, and younger staff. Ana didn’t care much when she knew what she was doing. Mac was warmer and she enjoyed it. Especially her talking in her ear. Ana was starting to think her tolerance had gone up lately. She had been drinking more… a lot more. She figured she’d wait until more than a buzz started to linger in her system.
“I got you drunk?” Ana turned and grabbed Mac’s arm with her hand. “You did answer your own thoughts. Come on you buzzed hot shot.” Ana pulled her in to kiss her lips. That messed tongue of hers loose with whiskey and tequila. She pulled away and led Mac across the road. There, the art gallery was in view and it was free to walk in. Purchasing something would be a perk for any of the artists. “They have wine too. You’re cut off.” Ana slid her hand into Mac’s back pocket as they walked up the three steps into a small room. Wood flooring that lead to different spaces. It looked like an empty apartment with different styles of art hung up wall to wall. Ana gripped her hand on Mac’s rear through her pocket and let go to grab herself a free wine. “Welcome.” The woman stated, smoking from her e-cigarette. Ana laughed and nodded her head while sipping the wine. She’d go back for another. She faced Mac and read the pamphlet she was forced to hold. “Three locations. Drag. Zoo. Garbage. Oh great, they have garbage. Zoo is where I want to go, unless you want to roll around in the garbage with me and be a display.” Ana lifted her brow and smirked at Mac. She was glowing in her cheeks. All the alcohol sat in her face.
“Pool sex is nice. Was it a hotel pool? Or like a private pool? I’ve done both of those.. and there was a pool in a college.. not like college in England.. like a university.. it was one of those like Olympic lane ones.. water was really warm..” Ana felt nice. Mac kept thinking of how good she looked naked. Mac giggled when Ana called her a hot shot. Then she kissed her. But the kiss was over too soon and Mac pouted. Ana was dragging her across the street. The art gallery was there in front of them now. “Art.. I like art.. did you know I like art?” Hearing the word wine she looked around until Ana said she was cut off. She frowned at her. “Mean.. very very mean. You get me drunk..and then you cut me off.. so not fair.” She felt Ana’s hand in her back pocket. “And I’m pretty sure you’re molesting me. I’m not saying stop.. Cause I’m somewhat easy..”
They walked up some steps. At first Mac thought they had walked into someone’s flat but nope. She saw the art which she wasn’t sure was real art. She felt her ass being squeezed and a woman was saying welcome. For a second she thought the strange lady was the one that squeezed her ass but then she remembered Ana’s hand had been in her pocket. She pointed to the woman. “You did not squeeze my ass.” When she turned to Ana she had a wine glass in her hand. “Again..not fair..” She was saying something about dragging garbage into zoos.Mac tilted her head at Ana when she asked about rolling around in garbage. “Um no.. I will skip the garbage rolling.. thank you. I thought we were at the art thing.. we’re going to the zoo now? Is it open at this hour? I kind of like monkeys…ooh and those.. lazy things.. ohh.. what’s their name?”
She started scratching her head like it would jog her memory. “Veronica Mars likes them.. well not Veronica.. but the chick that plays her.. her husband had one brought to her as a birthday present… it was a youtube thing too..” She stopped in the middle of the room and put her hands on her hips”I can’t think of it.. but they’re super slow.. and fuzzy”
Mac had two senses of drunk. In public, she was charismatic and definitely a chatter box. When alone with Ana, given the mood typically she would be all over her no stopping. This was something she rarely saw, which brought Ana to the conclusion that Mac was far passed drunk or maybe just having a good time for once. She wasn’t listening properly and Ana laughed at every instance. “No we aren’t rolling in garbage, Kenzie.” Ana downed the rest of the wine she had and sneakily grabbed another before they turned away from the woman greeting people. “Veronica Mars likes them.. well not Veronica.. but the chick that plays her.. her husband had one brought to her as a birthday present… it was a youtube thing too..” Okay, okay, she needed to stop talking now. “I can’t think of it.. but they’re super slow.. and fuzzy.” Ana chugged the rest of the wine again and set it on the blocked off stairs. “You… need to stop talking.” Ana touched Mac’s shoulders and gripped the collar of her jacket. “Come on,” Ana dragged her lazily toward the back where the one set up was.
The theme was drastically lit. Spot lights hit the mounted heads on the wall under their chins. Ana let Mac lean on her, touch her hips or put her hands over her shoulders as they looked. Even music played. It was off, rain forest noises or something like that. A bear, elephant, moose, ram, and bunny head. All of them lit up in a dark space. It took Ana a moment to realize that the place was dark in this section. Which let her smirk show happily as she looked closer. Prices were high and taped to the ground. Thousands of pounds. Ana could afford it if she wanted to, but it didn’t seem too necessary. “What do you think?” Ana dragged Mac closer to the larger wooden, slated head. An elephant, which presumably cost the most since it was larger. “All wood… that’s so fucking cool.” She slurred for the first time in the night. Good and bad news. Ana hadn’t checked the time, but this was amusing. Mac and her stood shoulder to shoulder until Ana slid her hand into Mac’s back pocket. She liked being able to do this, especially in a dark room. “You said you’ve fucked in a pool. Heated. Not heated. Hot tub. Tell me about it.” Ana whispered, a few more people started to crowd into the same room. “Then if it’s time, we can go back to our new room and try it out ourselves.” Ana slid her hand up and hooked her thumb into the top of Mac’s pants.
There was a sense of relief about not rolling in garbage. Then Ana said she needed to shut up. She was about to pout again when she grabbed her by the jacket collar and pulled her in another direction. Mac allowed herself to be taken away. She was surprised at what she was seeing. They were animals but made out of wood. She vaguely remembered Ana talking about woodcuts or something, maybe on their walk. Mac found herself always touching Ana. It was comforting. She understood why she needed to shut up now. The lighting and the atmosphere asked for it. Ana was still dragging her around.
“It is pretty fucking cool.. good choice.. oh wait.. I’m allowed to talk again?” They were looking at the elephant. Ana seemed to want something from here. Mac felt a hand in her back pocket. She smiled. She was asking her about the pools again. “I think I’d definitely want to try the hot tub out for ourselves.. no preconceived ideas.. Well the hotel one was in Miami… it was after a block party. The private one was a friend’s.. I use the term very loosely.. let’s see.. the heated pool was the university one.. That one.. a member of the swim team… she had really nice shoulders. I think her name was Danny. Not completely sure.” She wondered if it would be out of line to buy Ana something for the new place. Then she remembered she bought her the bed. Ana would probably growl at her. She didn’t want to be growled at. Mac leaned in and kissed Ana’s cheek.”I like you.”
“And yes, you’re allowed to talk again.” Even with the people around. They just had to be quieter. “I think I’d definitely want to try the hot tub out for ourselves.. no preconceived ideas.. Well the hotel one was in Miami…“ Ana smirked, thinking of Mac pre or post her arrival. “… it was after a block party. The private one was a friend’s.. I use the term very loosely.. let’s see.. the heated pool was the university one.. That one.. a member of the swim team… she had really nice shoulders. I think her name was Danny. Not completely sure.” Ana didn’t feel jealous, not any ounce of it. She squeezed her rear again, half inside and outside the pocket. “Nice shoulders huh?” Ana spoke in her lower voice so only Mac could hear. Then a kiss was pressed onto her cheek. “I like you.” Ana turned and slid her hand behind Mac’s neck. “We can get out of here.” She whispered in her ear and caught eyes with the people behind them. Disgusted. Angry they were in the way. Blowing bubbles up their ass type of people.
Ana smirked at them and looked at Mac. She could’ve put on a show. Made them even angrier with the fact that she was causing a scene but it wasn’t necessary. Ana caught a glance at the clock on the wall and saw they only had a half hour left. A decent walk back and with them stumbling they’d be fine. “Let’s go,” Ana whispered against Mac’s ear and pressed a kiss there as they turned around. The gallery was nice, but after all the drinks starting to catch up to her, she needed to stop. But of course, Ana grabbed two glasses on the way out. Actual glasses? Why would they supply something so destructive? The cold air hit her face again and Ana looked up at the dark sky. Something she had done one too many times before. She liked seeing the stars. She liked seeing how big the moon was, but in London, you couldn’t see much of anything. Mac was behind her, pressed against her back with a glass of wine in her hand. They had barely gone a block. All she could think about was a hot tub. “This wine wasn’t even good.” Ana finished the thin glass and took it from the bottom and lugged the glass across the far street.
Mac was enjoying Ana’s hand on her ass. It felt possessive. But then again when didn’t Ana show possession? She felt Ana’s hand on her neck and said the magic words. She could feel the grin on her face spread. They could go back to the hotel. The alcohol was not only making everything fuzzy but sounds were dulled. She thought again that tequila had been a bad idea. Skipping lunch had been a bad idea too. She was pretty sure she’d lost the game. She followed Ana like a lost puppy.
Ana looked up when they got outside. Mac could see her neck in all its glory then. How often had she kissed that neck? Or dreamed about kissing it? It must tally into the thousands by now. She remembered back at the bar biting it and playing dirty and she smiled. They walked a little before Ana said something about the wine an threw her glass. “I was cut off.. I couldn’t tell you what it tasted like but then again I think the tequila killed my taste buds so.. “ She shrugged and felt the cold air on her face. There were people still around. She wondered if they should hail a cab. “Can I ask you.. why didn’t you get anything.. at the gallery? You liked the wood sculptures. Why not get one. I’m sure they could ship it back to Bristol.”
“I was cut off.. I couldn’t tell you what it tasted like but then again I think the tequila killed my taste buds so.. “ Ana laughed harder than she expected to. Yeah, she was getting there. Slowly leading up to where she had realized that all the alcohol was settling in. Her tongue felt numb. Mac’s probably did too since she made that comment. They continued walking, slowly and not close to a straight line. Ana kept looking up or around. A cab was sounding better, but they really weren’t too far. She wasn’t that cold, just lazy and growing more and more drunk by the minute. “Can I ask you.. why didn’t you get anything.. at the gallery? You liked the wood sculptures. Why not get one. I’m sure they could ship it back to Bristol.” Ana leaned in and hooked her arm around Mac’s. Her bulked cast was pushed into her own coat pocket.
“No real reason. I didn’t need it. My apartment’s dull but it doesn’t need something like that.” Ana started to slur again. She slowed her speech so she wouldn’t. She hated sounded more intoxicated than she was feeling. For now, Ana didn’t want to seem like she was slowly rolling down the same path as Mac was or even worse. She did have far more to drink. “I like the minimalist look. Give or take a few records.” Ana swayed in her walk, leaning her head left to right until they had to come to another cross walk. Traffic was high again. Ana could see their hotel and her body was already growing warm inside the coat she had forced herself to wear on this cold day. The beanie on her head wasn’t helping either. Ana leaned her back against the building that came up to the gross. She waited patiently, but couldn’t take her eyes off of Mac. That led her to move closer to her. Mac had already made it a note to keep her hands on Ana at all times.
Soon, Ana’s back was on the cold building and Mac was standing in front of her. She was almost on the verge of begging to hear her talk. That silk accent leaving her lips and dancing around her. Ana smiled and leaned in, gripping her collar again and letting their lips touch. She breathed out and loosened her grip on Mac’s jacket. Ana felt them part and she lingered closely, “There’s something addicting about you, Kenzie.” Her cold hand ran along Mac’s sleek jawline. “It’s tempting. You’re tempting.” Ana smirked and let her teeth nibble on her neck.
Mac smiled when Ana laughed hard. Her thoughts were wandering in about the same direction as their walking. A little all over the place. She was pretty sure they were drunk. She has a nice laugh. Does she laugh often? Do I make her laugh? I make her moan. Her moans are nice. She was still letting Ana lead the way. Mostly because she couldn’t remember the hotel’s name. They needed a cab. They walked arm in arm. Mac was happy. She felt rather free. It had been a long week. She had been tense for most of it. Ana always knew how to get her mind to shift gears.
Ana moved in closer as they stopped moving. Mac looked around. Traffic. Ok. We need to wait to cross. Otherwise crash. They were standing against a building. If it wasn’t for the cold it could be another city. Ana kept looking at her. She almost asked what but Ana grabbed her collar and brought her in for a kiss. It didn’t last long but it set off fireworks inside her head. She said something about her being addicting and tempting. The touch of Ana’s hand and her teeth made Mac shiver. But it wasn’t the cold of her hand. It was the energy that she was transferring to her body.
“I’m tempting? The girl who opted for body shots at the bar?” She reached up and touched Ana’s cheek, her jaw. “The girl who literally had me running after her in Portsmouth and fucking her in a parking lot no less? I’m the temptress? I don’t think so.” Mac let her fingers touch Ana’s hair, grabbing hold enough to pull her head back. She leaned in and kissed Ana’s lips. Letting her tongue linger on them as she pulled away. “I’m pretty sure you’re the addicting one here. I can’t get enough of you.. ever.” Her hand trailed down Ana’s neck to her collar, skimming over her breast. “Now we need to find the bloody hotel, a cab or a darker alley cause I need to fuck you.”
“I’m tempting? The girl who opted for body shots at the bar?” Ana’s smirk played on her face. Mac was touching her cheek and jaw. She definitely enjoyed the feeling since it was a lot colder out now than before. “The girl who literally had me running after her in Portsmouth and fucking her in a parking lot no less? I’m the temptress? I don’t think so.” Her smile grew wider. She was sure she’d never forget how good all of that felt. Feeling that desired. Feeling like they couldn’t control themselves that it had to happen right there and then. Ana audibly laughed under her breath. Mac’s fingers threaded through Ana’s hair and tilted her head back. They kissed again and Ana enjoyed how slow it was. She liked these moments and these kisses even more than her previous self would. Ana liked experiencing the build. She liked how their tongues slid across each other and they smiled when it became a little too much for them to keep in. “I’m pretty sure you’re the addicting one here. I can’t get enough of you.. ever.” Ana felt her hand right on her chest. “Now we need to find the bloody hotel, a cab or a darker alley cause I need to fuck you.”
Ana chewed on her bottom lip shaking her head, “Remember what I said? You might be able to convince me if you beg.” She joked, maybe she’d give in or maybe not. Ana really had one thing in mind and it was getting Mac completely naked and on her back. “Come on.” She grabbed Mac’s hand and led them across the street once the light flipped for them. Easy. Ana entered the hotel, grabbed the new card key, and detached her hand from Mac’s to press the button that lead into the elevator. Once the doors closed she crossed her arms. This situation left her remembering how they were unable to keep contained before. How they would easily drop their pants and fuck in the elevator if they had the chance. “Seventh floor. Suite three.” Ana spoke up and turned toward Mac, pressing her against the elevator wall in the process. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you were tempting.” She kissed her, giving Mac no option to talk at this moment. Ana’s hand wasted no time finding the front of her jeans and digging inside. Right through her boxers she usually wore, Ana slid her hand down as far as it could go. She continued to kiss, hearing the bells of the floors sound as their tongues paraded around each others lips. Ana’s teeth sunk into Mac’s bottom lip and she sucked too. The enjoyment hadn’t left. Ana’s fingers weren’t being hesitant either. Another sounded ding from the doors shot out around the elevator’s small room and Ana smirked. Three more to go.
“When did you say I had to beg? I do not recall any begging being part of the bargain..” She was trying to get out as Ana pulled her along towards the hotel. Before she knew it, they were in the hotel lobby. Key card in Ana’s hand. All she had in mind was a short elevator ride and getting into a hot tub with the very sexy girl that wanted her to beg. You can beg. You can totally beg. Tequila is telling you that you can beg. She was having her internal dialogue as she was pushed against the elevator wall. The kissing that came next caused her to become lightheaded. She was kissing Ana back with equal hunger. She gasped into the kiss when Ana’s hand worked its way into her boxers.
Her lips refused to part from Ana’s. The energy in the elevator was heating up to the point where a hot tub might actually seem cold. Mac felt her body reacting to the hand against her. She whimpered. Whatever control she had was slipping fast. Her brain had told her she could beg. Her body was telling her she needed to. Her ego took over and grabbed Ana after she bit and sucked her lip. She turned them around and Ana’s back was now against the wall. Mac grabbed her hand and put them it above her head. the hand in the cast wouldn’t be able to push her off. She attacked Ana’s neck without mercy. She had teaser her all night and now it was time for Mac to take over. Heat increased throughout her body. She licked and sucked on Ana’s neck as the elevator doors opened. She hoped it was their floor as she dragged Ana out of the elevator. “Where?.. what room?” She managed to get out before kissing Ana’s lips.
If 50 Shades could get a look at this... Ana was suddenly pressed against the wall herself. Damn. She had Mac in the palm of her hand. Speaking of her hand… Mac pulled it from her jeans and nearly slammed it above her head against the silver wall behind her. Then her other wrist too. That one was still as useless as could be. With mac pressing against her, she couldn’t move. A part of her recoiled at the feeling of her lips against her neck. She had to know that weak spot. She had to know it. Too bad for Mac, Ana knew how to make every piece of her body into a weak spot. She enjoyed what was happening patiently though. She breathed in heavily, along with Mac as they continued to invade their personal spaces without pausing. Mac was warm to the touch. She could feel it with her hands gripped around her wrists and body pressed up against her. Ana could barely keep up with her, but she managed to keep herself from folding. It was easier to submit. Just to let Mac have her way and enjoy every second. Ana was getting off on it too, not that it wasn’t something she enjoyed. Mac ravished her inside and out. She didn’t want that tonight if she could help it. If Ana could keep her head above all of this.
The doors opened and Ana felt her mind drift from Mac’s lips on her neck to the sound radiating through her ears. “Where?.. what room?” They were dragged out, still kissing and stumbling along. Two drunk individuals that couldn’t manage to get their footing right. Ana slipped her wrists from Mac’s hands and led her along, still kissing as much as she could. Her back touched a door. Not their door. They continued on until they hit the right door. The numbers were blurry, Ana was now realizing that she had hit her liquored up peak. Ana pushed Mac against the door. Suite two. Her hand reached in her own pocket and slid it into the card key until it flashed green. The door was opened and the two nearly fell in. Ana dropped the key to the door and immediately grabbed Mac’s jacket and pulled it from her shoulders. Next was her t-shirt, then her sports bra. Ana was trying for the pants but needed to keep herself in this dominant position. She hadn’t even turned the lights on or scanned the room. They were still two steps from the closed door. Ana pushed her up against the wooden door and tugged the zipper of her jeans down. “Take them off.” Ana demanded in a low tone while he lips found their way to Mac’s breast. Her hand made it to her throat, pinning her against the door and only squeezing when she tried to move. Mac’s skin felt warm. Ana’s tongue felt warmer, especially against Mac’s hardening nipple. “Boxers too. I’m fucking you here first.” Ana slurred as her tongue dragged up Mac’s neck and she sucked on her lower jaw.
The walk to the room was a whirlwind of kissing and groping. Once they got inside Mac was prey not hunter. Ana was a woman possessed. If not because of the alcohol then by the interaction with Mya. More than likely a combination of both. She was half naked before she even realized. Then the order came to take off her jeans. She could fight against it. Or she could let Ana ride the wave she was on. It was only seconds between the command and the lips on her breast. “Fuck.”
Ana was in command. There was no getting around it. Cast or no cast. Drunk or not. She was on fire and wanted Mac to combust. She pushed her jeans and boxers down. She was giving in. Ana had been in charge the moment they’d gotten in the car and it was simply an illusion that Mac thought she had any power tonight. Her energies had been long exhausted fighting against paranoia and fear all week. Ana was here to reset Mac’s brain and she was doing it the fastest way she knew - through their bodies. Her jeans hit the floor, boxers on top. Mac trusted Ana. With her life. She was still pinned against the door with a hand on her neck. That was the only thing slightly scaring her. She didn’t want to lose herself so much that she felt threatened. She wanted to say something but didn’t. The alcohol in her system and the desire in every cell of her body was overriding the need to speak. She swallowed and let her hands touch Ana, hoping she would at least be allowed that.
Mac followed the order. Jeans and boxers down. Ana almost felt sorry for her own clothes that sat on her body but she was tunneling to only focusing on Mac. She pulled back and removed her own jacket. Ana felt Mac’s hands on her but she instantly grabbed on and pinned it to the door. Not the other so much. Her left hand still dangled a little useless at times, but now it was just a leverage to keep her hands to herself. The cast would come off soon. Ana made eye contact. Black and filled. Nothing but dilated pupils. Her hands slowly released Mac while she lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. She could do with just a bra and her jeans for now. Ana’s shoes were already kicked somewhere. Mac’s clothes were nearly to the side of her feet. She smiled to herself as she moved closer and pressed her cold hand on Mac’s lower abdomen. Her entire body was shaking on the inside. Too much energy pent up that needed to be released. Ana was definitely hungry. Mac was prey for now. Wherever the hot tub was in this room, it had to wait.
Ana hovered near Mac, letting her breath hit her neck and her hands skim up her sides and down her tattooed arms. She wished she could feel more with her left hand. Just grazing fingertips was enough though. Ana felt like she was growing more intoxicated. Mac or the alcohol still rising up in her system somehow… she felt it. Ana closed her eyes and slid her tongue onto Mac’s neck before pressing a heavy kiss onto it. She groaned herself, trailing her kisses down further to her chest again. Ana’s hand kept itself pressed onto Mac’s lower abdomen. She wasn’t touching yet. She needed to get a feel for all of this in the mindset she was in right now. Hungry. Ana wanted to tear her apart if she could. Her mouth went from one breast to the other, then across her tattoo between. She dropped down heavily, gripping her hand onto Mac’s thighs as her breath lingered closely. Another heavy kiss slid onto Mac’s inner thigh, coaxing her to open wider and let her in. The heavy grip on Mac’s right leg loosened while her fingers made their way to Ana’s lips. She didn’t care of Mac was watching or not. She almost forgot she wasn’t the only person in the room if that was at all possible.
Her two fingers slid into her mouth, coating them lightly. Ana pulled them out slowly smirked to herself as she lifted her hand up Mac’s inner thigh and started to touch. Not aggressively. Ana tested the waters by circling her clit and kissing even heavier on her inner thigh. The flesh there had always been tender. A hard bite hurt like hell and left a bruise. Even a succulent kiss did the same. Ana mostly let her tongue slide up her thigh as her hand eased it’s way inside her without warning. Then the fire started again. The look in Ana’s eye returned as well as her smirk once she saw Mac look down at her.
She felt the cold hand on her. Her breathing was even more ragged. Ana wasn’t letting her touch. She was at her mercy. Her skin was visible and she couldn’t touch. Yes, she could overpower Ana physically. But that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted, needed this. She needed to give herself over to Ana. To let herself go freely to the one person who understood, accepted and gave of herself with to Mac. She felt the tongue first, then the kiss. Her breathing hitched and she heard the whimper in her own head wanting to escape. She’d ever only been able to be this vulnerable with Ana.
Her soft lips down Mac’s chest and the hand on her stomach. She clenched and unclenched her hands. She was desperate to feel that anchor. To hold on to her. To reach out and feel her soft skin. To set herself on fire by touching her. Please Ana. Please let me touch. Open your mouth and say it. Beg. She bit her bottom lip. Aww christ. Feeling Ana’s attentions on her body was causing her own body to shake. She braced herself against the door. She wanted to close her eyes. To feel. But it was impossible. Watching Ana take over like this was mesmerizing. It was undiluted lust poured onto her skin via her lips. When she dropped, Mac did whimper out loud.
Ana put her fingers in her mouth and wet them. Mac couldn’t get her eyes off her. Her face was devilish. She touched her clit. Her head slammed back against the wall at the touch. Please Ana. Please do it. Please. Fucking beg already. You gave yourself over. Say it. She felt Ana’s tongue on her thigh and she gasped as she looked down. Those lips. Every move by her was as natural as breathing. Ana was flawless. “Please”
It was taking a lot of control for Ana to not sink her teeth into her. In more ways than one. She wanted to fuck her endlessly. She wanted to make sure she felt it until tomorrow and then some. Ana wanted to leave her mark on every pieces of Mac’s skin. Ana Gunnarsson was here. She would continuously be there too. With the introduction of her two fingers sliding in and out of Mac with almost no friction, she saw her legs shake and open more. Just like she wanted her to. Mac’s head slammed back against the door. She was wet enough too, but Ana kept it slow. She toyed with her. Sliding her fingers in or out of her, against her clit or along her slit. Ana was enjoying every second of it. Like a brand new toy she was given right out of the package. Her thumb slid up to her clit next. Ana leaned in and pressed her lips right near what she found to be the most sensitive part of any women’s lower half. Not her clit. Not anything close to that. The skin to the right or left. Right on the inner side of her lower hip. There. A simple drag of a finger could make her twitch or instantly harder her nipples again. Ana kissed there again and breathed out her nose once she made sure her kiss was wet from her tongue. A cold spot.
Ana’s fingers pushed further in. Her thumb still doing what she had started. Mac’s clit was throbbing now, along with her entire body. Oh, she heard Mac say please a long time ago. But she wasn’t done. The best part about fucking Mac, was the build up and how much Ana enjoyed getting to explore her body. It was becoming less rare, but it was still a venture. It wasn’t a mystery that Ana enjoyed sex, but it wasn’t just getting off to her. There were limits; ones they pushed entirely and strayed from as well. There were pieces they hadn’t explored yet, every time was new. Always new. Ana leaned further up on her knees and dragged her lips up Mac’s lower abdomen. She breathed out, still working her fingers, still listening to Mac’s heart beat loudly now. Moments like these made it seem like Ana couldn’t survive without being close to her skin. Like it was the only thing in the room that could give her air. She made sure every breath was felt against her. She made sure every kiss planted on her skin was felt through her bones.
Ana moved further down again, slowly replacing her rubbing thumb with her more adventurous lips. She made contact and felt Mac shiver to the touch. Her warm mouth connected with Mac’s lips, while her tongue slowly reacquainted itself with Mac’s clit. She closed her eyes and let out a quiet, moaned, sigh once she got the taste she was looking for. Her fingers curled, pressing against Mac’s interior as she moaned again. Same pitch. Same sigh.
If Mac could dig her fingers into the door, she would. As it was she was exceedingly thankful that her nails were always neat and trim. Otherwise she would have torn off a nail with all the clawing at the wood. Every single exhale and inhale was felt on her skin. Goosebumps were making it harder to fend off the sensitivity. Her eyes were closed now. It was the only way to keep herself centered and on this plane of reality. She could feel Ana’s fingers going in and out of her painfully slow. Her thumb playing with her clit. Her legs shaking from the sensations.
She could hear her own moans and there was nothing to stop them. This was all Ana’s doing. She knew how Mya could be pushed into an out of this world experience. Hadn’t she had that with Ana? Maybe it wasn’t the same. Maybe Mac was too broken to get to the same place s Mya could. Regardless, Ana had her. Completely. She could feel everything building inside of her. She belonged to Ana.
The groan escaped her and she almost went up on her tiptoes when she felt Ana’s lips. Not because she wanted to get away from her but because of the sensitivity. Because one touch too soon and she wouldn’t be able to endure more. Not standing up against the door. Not without putting her fingers in Ana’s hair. Not without pressing further against Ana’s mouth. That fucking tongue of hers, those lips. Her legs would buckle if she came like this. She would never live it down if she did fall to the ground. But that was part of why she gave in. To give her power over to Ana. To let her see herself as everyone else saw her. Strong. Powerful. Confident. Not an abstract version of herself as created by her parents. She had been staring at that image of herself for far too long. The cast on her wrist was a visual that needed to go away. “Oh my god.” The vibrations from Ana’s moan and the curl of her fingers were about to push her over the edge.
Oh Ana was slipping. Deep down to that urgent need to make this more than it was. To dig further and further until Mac could actually not handle this. Not like her birthday. Not like what they had done before. Ana’s thoughts drifted into a darker place than that. If at all possible, she wanted this to be spread out raw. Perhaps she was thinking too drastically. Ana wasn’t thinking much at all beside what she wanted to do to Mac right here and right now though. Her fingers pushed in as far as they could go, curled, twisted, and retracted. Ana sighed against her, wishing she never had to breathe again. Another moan. A different moan. It was whimpered. Ana was still holding back. What was stopping her from grabbing Mac and bending her over the bed or the dresser. Pushing her fingers in and out of her until she came once or twice. Three times even. She shivered at the thought and let her own vibrations play into Mac’s body. Ana had already heard the noises from Mac. Moans. Whimpers. Swears and so on. It wasn’t enough. When did it actually become too much? No, Ana.
She removed her lips from Mac’s clit and immediately found her thumb back there again to replace her tongue. Ana’s heart was beating so fast she needed a moment to actually breathe. Holding back was hard. All of this was hard. Ana pressed her lips against that sensitive area again, sucking until she left a purple hickey behind. Ana got to her feet, nearly loosing balance but lucky she was close enough to Mac to keep her pinned against the door. Her hand only sped up more when she got to her lips. Ana’s thumb applied a lot more pressure to her clit while her fingers moved quicker and with more force. Their lips parted. Fire spread across Ana’s back and arms. Her teeth sunk into Mac’s jaw as she groaned. “How far?” She breathed out and let her lips trail to her shoulder. “How far can I go?” Ana was asking, not because she wanted to. She needed to know. If Mac couldn’t take it, she needed to stop before she couldn’t. Before she actually couldn’t. She didn’t want Mac to experience it. Aislin had once, even if she hadn’t noticed much. Her fingers were already moving a little more roughly. If she could, her other hand would be groping her chest. Ana’s tongue would be everywhere and anywhere it could go. She was almost shaking in her words and harsh breaths against Mac’s neck.
Before she could answer, Ana slipped. Her teeth made their way into Mac’s shoulder recklessly. A deep puncture from most of her teeth all at once. She pushed three fingers in, up to reach Mac’s gspot. They pressed and swirled against it as best as she could reach. Her left hand even found the back of her neck and pinned her short nails into the skin since she couldn’t grip with full motion. A low groan slid out from Ana’s teeth clenched onto Mac’s shoulder. It wasn’t enough. This wasn’t enough. She had no idea why she felt that way and why any urge she had wasn’t satisfied just yet. This was losing control. Sliding into a disconnected reality that didn’t make sense.
Mac almost cried out when Ana removed her mouth from her clit. Her thumb replaced it but it wasn’t the same feeling. Her lips were on that other spot. She shivered harder. It was like bring taken to the edge and pulled back at the last moment. She felt herself break out in a cold sweat. Ana’s lips on hers. Her breath came in gasps after she felt teeth on her jaw. The sound coming out of Ana was a cross between need and desperation. She was asking for a limit. The words were trying to reach Mac’s brain but they were almost out of her grasp. Ana’s mouth was on her neck. She could feel the roughness in her touch. An ache between her legs. It was starting to click. Ana had mentioned losing control earlier. At the bar.
She could feel the teeth. Her shoulder exploded in pain as her pussy exploded in pleasure. Ana was pushing them both. She could feel the fingers curled deep inside her. Her walls were clamping down around them. Mac was going to cum. With or without answering Ana, she was losing her grip on everything. It was when she felt the nails from Ana’s other hand, the roughness of the cast, against her neck that her brain understood what limits Ana needed. Why she was asking. She could hear it in the groan. Feel it on the teeth still drawing blood from her skin. Mac didn’t care about the wound on her shoulder. She didn’t care about the marks. She gasped as she felt her body tensing. She cared about what would happen after she came. How far Ana would take it.
Ana was in her own head. She was fighting whatever fears she felt by asking how far. Mac had lost herself once with Ana. The same night they made love. This was different. Ana was asking. Now. How far? She wasn’t assuming. She wasn’t forcing it. She was afraid of hurting Mac. She was afraid of something inside herself that might come out. How far? Was it really a question between them? Hadn’t they pushed each other beyond their limits. Why should this be different. Mac knew she could handle it physically. She had been so worn out mentally that she was afraid to snap. But this is Ana and she’s asking. She’s understanding and asking. You’re ok. You know her and what you give to each other. You catch her, she catches you. Let go. Mac brought her trembling hand and put it on the back of Ana’s neck holding her to her shoulder. Making that final connection. She swallowed and licked her lips. A slight lean forward. “As far as you need to.”
Ana’s breathing hiked when she felt Mac touch her neck. Maybe that would make her stop. Just a single touch and she almost brought herself out of it. Instead, she was given an answer. “As far as you need to.” That wasn’t good. Ana didn’t know the limit. She didn’t know her limit. Her teeth detached from her shoulder and she felt a dribble of blood make it’s way down her chin. She pushed her against the door harder. Ana looked at her while she breathed heavily. Given that open, what did she want to do? Her teeth could grind if she stood there thinking and not acting. She couldn’t sit here and breathe all night. Ana was waiting for a course of action upon herself. Her eyes were black, more than lust of that was possible. She almost wanted to back out. Say no. She could change her mind internally if she needed to. Ana could keep control, right? She swallowed and looked down, her hand had stopped moving. It just saw idle between Mac’s legs also waiting for a command from her brain. She looked at her cast, imaging a scenario where she didn’t have it. Where both hands were luckily used and nothing bad came of it. She imagined knocking it hard enough against the wooden door behind Mac that it cracked off. Impossible. The opportunities were sat right in front of her and Ana was freezing. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fear. Definitely the fear. It sat and raddled her bones.
She pulled her fingers out of Mac and lifted them toward her face, sucking them clean. There was her first move. Her eyes went back to Mac before she leaned in and really kissed her. Hand on the back of the neck. Other hand trying it’s best to reach under her jaw and hold on too. No, she didn’t need to lose control. She didn’t need to do something stupid like that. Ana knew she was drunk but she wasn’t belligerent. Her hand slid down and so did Ana, back at her knees. Her breath caught against Mac’s skin between her breasts then lower abdomen. She hoped it could be forgotten. The fear in Ana’s eyes that lingered for just a moment too long before she brought herself back. She could thank Mac for that. Just a simple touch on her neck. Like a light switch. She rested her forehead against Mac’s thigh giving herself a second to think. Her hand crept up Mac’s inner thigh before she inserted one, retracted, two and retracted, three and retracted. Her thumb teased against her clit again before Ana returned her mouth. Stay here. Stay in control. Getting back into it was easy, but fearing that she’d make the same mistake. Her tongue slid up her clit and Ana moaned again. Yes, there… she was getting back to her spot again. Happy. Aroused. Ready to keep fucking Mac senseless. She thought about Mya. What she said and what she did. She wanted Mac to feel that exact sensation, but it wouldn’t be possible. They had done this hundreds of times by now and Ana retracted her push against the limits this time.
The moment Mac said it, she knew it had been the right words. Ana needed to remind herself that she was trusted. Questioning how far was a shadow of doubt that she shouldn’t ever have with Mac. She felt Ana pull away from her shoulder. Mac knew they would have to clean that up at some point. The shove against the door didn’t bother her. She barely felt it. She did feel Ana’s fingers stop what they were doing. She looked in her eyes and she could see a lot in them. Lust, fear, intoxication, hesitation. Mac controlled her breathing. Waiting. She needed to decide for herself which way to take things.
Ana’s fingers pulled out and Mac shuddered. The loss of intimate contact left her feeling cold but the next sight warmed her right back up. Her eyes on Ana’s face as she sucked her fingers. A smile crept up on Mac’s lips. There’s my girl. With a hand on the back of her neck, Ana kissed Mac. Fire. She felt the lips move down led along by her hand. Exhale, inhale. Focus. Ana was on her knees again, taking a moment. Mac ran a hand through Ana’s hair. Her fingers were back inside and Mac took a deep breath. Her body was craving Ana. It never really stopped. Moaning, Mac tilted her head so she was looking up, letting herself get lost in anything Ana wanted to do. She felt Ana’s tongue and wanted more. Curiosity sat in the back of her mind as to how far Ana could go.
Her fingers curled again. Ana took a moment to get back into it, but once she stared she felt her body heat up again. Her tongue circled Mac’s clit again before she started to suck gently. She almost felt bad putting that idea into Mac’s head. How far she could push her? Not this time. This felt better. Ana groaned against her again. Her fingers pushed in Mac. This time a lot more slowly, but more exploring. She moved between three and two, touching every piece of her that she could. The sponged surface on her inside. The further she pushed and curled her fingers, the more she felt Mac’s legs start to buckle and her breathing start to hike. Ana pushed her further against the door. That exact lust from earlier was returning. She laughed to herself, letting it vibrate onto Mac’s skin. How they whispered to each other on the streets. How they couldn’t stop kissing in the elevator. Ana’s hands drifting lower into her boxers and now this? They were still barely five steps into the door and so much had happened.
Ana melted more. Her tongue slid left and right across Mac’s clit. Pressing heavily and slowly as she did so. Her fingers sped up, only slightly. She could feel Mac reacting. Her inner walls begging to hold on as she retracted and pressed in her third finger again. She changed it again. Her tongue swept in circles as she moaned quietly. Ana’s left hand rounded Mac’s hip and tried to keep her against the door. Sucking, almost her favorite part of getting anywhere near Mac at this angle. Soft and slow. Ana groaned again, getting lost in it. She could draw over Mac’s clit for hours, but from the feel and sound of it, she wouldn’t be lasting too long. Mac’s hips bucked slightly toward Ana’s mouth and she pushed her back, pinning her hips against the door. One last touch. Ana’s fingers inched further inside her, curling as they dragged down her wall and her tongue spread more in every section. New circle here. Different shape there. Sweeping side to side and back to slowly sucking again. Ana’s fingers felt more pressure. Mac’s throbbing clit against her tongue showed further. Mac was cumming, no, she was close to it. Ana felt her legs shaking with her hand pinning her to the wood behind her.
She kept her eyes closed now. Mac felt the energy shift once more and Ana was fueling the fire between them rapidly. Every thrust was bringing her closer to that edge. Ana’s tongue was painting masterpieces on her clit and Mac was moaning louder. When her lips sucked, those closed eyes rolled back. she could feel Ana alternate the number of fingers, the curl to them. Whatever doubt she’d had earlier was gone and she was back in charge. She was the woman who strutted up to the bar and ordered doubles. The woman who caused Mac to lose herself in thoughts and actions.
Ana was getting more into it. Mac was shaking again. Her orgasm wouldn’t be pushed back a second time. She could feel how wet she was. How wet Ana was making her. She looked down and watched as she licked and moaned against her clit. The gasp from Mac’s lips made her clamp down. More movement. Faster. Change. She was pretty sure she was swearing. The memory of Ana speaking French along with what she was doing now made her knees want to buckle. But Ana was right there and pressed her against the wall. She wanted to warn her. When she did cum she wouldn’t be able to hold herself up.
“Ah..” She could feel the palms of her hands once again flat against the door. Her breathing was no longer controlled. It was in a race. Would she cum first or pass out from hyperventilating? Tough choice. Ana knew what she was doing. She knew exactly what buttons to push and how. She felt herself getting closer. The muscles in her legs were giving way as she gripped Ana’s fingers. That tongue. She didn’t have the chance to cry out. Her mouth hung open soundless as she climaxed. Ana was still trying to hold her up and Mac couldn’t help her. Her body had a mind of its own now.
Just like Ana anticipated, Mac was nearing her climax. A heavy one. It seemed fucking Mac standing always made her knees buckle and soon she’d collapse if she kept going. It wasn’t like Ana to just stop though. “Ah.” Mac’s palms slapped against the door and Ana felt her sinking down. She obviously couldn’t hold her up with three fingers, her tongue, and a bum left hand. Ana used the force of gravity to her advantage. Her fingers were gripped to no end. Three all at once sliding in and out of Mac with more friction. Her body was reacting. She was cumming. She was really cumming and unable to hold herself up at the same time. Which led Ana to press her even harder with her bum hand. It hurt, but it was worth lasting a little longer here. Ana could taste her. She could feel every wave of pleasure that coursed through her body. Feeling Mac climax against her lips made Ana even more turned on than before. She kept hearing Mac’s words. How she wanted to fuck her and see her naked. Especially now that Mac was nearly toppling over onto Ana. She let her slide down to the floor once her lips moved from her lower half. Ana’s fingers left too. She gripped her jaw and kissed her continuously, while her own hands worked off her jeans. One button. One zipper. Sliding down and off. Then the panties, that took no time at all.
In the midst of their kissing, Ana moved them only slightly. Still a few feet from the door, she didn’t want to wait. However big the room was and wherever the hot tub sat could wait. Ana straddled Mac differently. Something they had probably done before but not often. She parted their legs, slotted herself between and bent Mac’s while she leaned over toward her. Ana’s fingers slid against Mac’s entrance. She didn’t know how long she’d let her do this or if at all. Ana was grinning either way. She was giving up here, no more power and once Mac would realize it then the show would start again. But right now, Ana was hovering over Mac on the floor and rocking her hips between Mac’s legs. Their clits touched gently at first. Ana’s finger generously reached far enough to slide into Mac again. At least it was enjoyable for Ana too. Her lower half had been throbbing for hours, just waiting for something to happen. She groaned, tipping her head back before letting their clits grind harder against each other. “Don’t quit on me now, Kenzie.” Ana spoke in a labored breath. The suite carpet was soft. Ana hadn’t expected much from it since only her knees had touched. But now that she ripped her clothes off entirely, minus her bra, she was comfortable grinding against Mac. “Fuck,” she huffed and started to let out a low laugh.
Mac was sure she’d let out every swear word in the English language. If not out loud then certainly in her head. Sound wasn’t entirely functional right now. Neither was vision. Although Mac was sure she still had her eyes closed. She was seeing starbursts. Her entire body was feeling the waves crashing. Ana wasn’t stopping. She was extracting every bit of pleasure from her. She knew her legs wouldn’t be able to hold her and hoped that she wouldn’t do a header and end up in some sort of hospital scenario. Thankfully she felt herself sliding and Ana was able to guide her down.
Before she knew it, Ana’s lips were on hers. She could taste herself. She kissed back and licked at Ana’s lips. She felt the shift and Ana was above her naked. She felt her fingers and their clits touch. Another moan escaped Mac’s lips. She wasn’t ready to go a second round, not like this. But then her alcohol-sex-fogged brain clicked and captured one thing. Naked. Ana is naked. She heard the laugh as Ana was grinding into her. She groaned. Then her predatory hunger started to flare up. She’d let her lead. Let her take charge. And Ana had said to not quit on her. Mac wasn’t going to quit.
She took hold of Ana’s arms and used her build to flip them. Mac didn’t want to hurt Ana’s hand and right now she couldn’t remember which one was in a cast. Left Mackenzie. The left one. She put both above Ana’s head. Their faces were close to each other and Mac kissed Ana. Her tongue teasing her lips. Their bodies still grinding against each other. She could feel how wet Ana was. She grazed her teeth against Ana’s bottom lip. Then her mouth slid down to Ana’s neck. She only needed to keep hold of Ana’s right arm. Her free hand floated down Ana’s body, lingering on her breasts, trailing down her stomach and back up. She teased Ana’s breasts as she continued to kiss her neck. Mac let out a low growl as she bit down.
The look on Mac’s face genuinely made Ana laugh. The fact that she wasn’t comprehending what was happening was priceless. Sure the girls were drunk, very drunk actually, but after Mac was coming down from her high climax she didn’t notice. Mac gripped Ana’s thin arms and soon they rolled, Her back touched the warm fluffed carpet and her leg was bent. Exactly what she wanted. Mac was taking control again and it was satisfying. Both arms slid above her head and Ana looked at Mac with a heavy sight for what she was anticipating. She opted not to tease her. She almost did too. Her drunken lips settled for a laugh and heavy breaths instead. They were close, Ana tried inching forward to Mac’s lips but she was still pinned. She could feel the heat between their legs. Finally they kissed, Mac started to rock her hips against Ana’s this time. Oh god, it felt so damn good. Ana’s left arm was released to do as it pleased. More so, it sat above her head while Mac made sure her right was pinned to the floor. Her teeth now. Ana whimpered, trying to move her hand but failing. Mac’s hand sat on her chest. Pinching and massaging. She wanted more stimulation. A tongue. A finger. “Ugh,” She groaned out and soon mac was biting on her neck.
Her toes curled and her back arched against Mac’s grinding hips. Her body craved more. “God damnit,” She groaned again, breathing out heavily. Mac had bit her harder before. This was still her sweet spot. Neck and shoulders. Sometimes her collar. Ana could cum in seconds if the cards were played right. Her drunken hand grew impatient. Even with a cast, she still had her fingers. Well, sort of. Ana moved her hand closer, getting her two fingers across herself and even some friction from Mac grinding. This almost reminded her of the parking lot, which made her even more worked up. Mac was still biting, Ana was still whimpering, and all of it would come together in minutes if Ana didn’t stop her. “Find the tub.” She breathed out in her whimpered words. She didn’t care how pathetic she sounded. “Fuck me there. Fuck me any way you,” Ana paused and moaned. It definitely was a good idea to use her fingers where she could. “Any way you want,” her back arched again into Mac. Her mind was stuck on the parking lot. How much they wanted each other especially. Ana wanted her that much now. Sam scenario. Fuck me senseless. Fuck me until I can’t think anymore. She knew it was because she was fairly drunk, but it didn’t matter. Ana’s clit throbbed even more. Her eyes shut rightly as her hand gripped onto Mac’s leg.
Mac let out a laugh when she felt Ana move her left hand to touch herself. She had been focusing on her neck and Ana was apparently both turned on and frustrated. She pinched her nipple harder after hearing the tone of desperation in Ana’s words. Fuck me any way you. If they were still playing the game, Mac would count this as a win. But they had stopped playing the game once she had given in. Ana had won. But here she was offering to be fucked any way Mac wanted.
What she wanted didn’t include Ana playing with herself. She pulled herself off Ana. She was still drunk and she had to take that into account in her movements. She took hold of Ana and they both stood. She was pretty sure Ana growled when her hand was pulled away from her clit. Mac grabbed Ana and kissed her hard as she guided them to the bed. Ana’s legs hit the bed and she fell backwards bringing Mac with her. The kiss remaining unbroken. That is until Mac pulled off Ana’s lips and moved, kissed, licked along her jaw. Her drunken thoughts wondered why she never cut herself on such a perfect edge. She took hold of Ana’s hands and put them above her head. She kissed her way to Ana’s ear and whispered. “Keep them up there. No touching right? Wasn’t that your rule?” Mac laughed as she moved her mouth down Ana’s neck. Her hands moved down her body. They were slow but her touch was harder than before.
She dug her fingertips into Ana’s hips. Without warning she bit into Ana’s neck once more. When she heard the gasp, her hand cupped Ana’s center. Pressing down on her. She slipped a finger between her lips and teased the pulsating clit. She slid her fingers over it and down until they found Ana’s entrance. She pushed them in hard. Her mind playing out the night before she was drunk. Remembering the energy Ana had displayed. The teasing. Mac pushed two fingers in as far as they could go and pulled them out again. She knew she wanted to taste her but that had to wait. It had to. Mac’s fingers started working their way into and out of Ana fast and hard. Her mouth bit harder on her neck. No blood yet. Once her thumb found Ana’s clit and started to play Mac moved her mouth to Ana’s collar and bit down hard.
She realized how drunk she was by the moment she was laying on the floor to laying on the bed. When it happened? Ana wasn’t sure. Mac was strong, but she had to have moved. They were busy kissing or touching? Ana’s mind was drawing blanks where pieces didn’t matter. Hands pushed above her head. “Keep them up there. No touching right? Wasn’t that your rule?” Ana growled as Mac moved and let her mouth touch on Ana’s sensitive neck. She shivered, already moving her hands closer to her head. How could she follow that rule? Sure, she stated it for whomever she had been fucking but this was harder than she wanted it to be. Drunk hands wanted to roam. Digging hands and a bite on her neck. Ana gasped and shut her eyes tightly. An entire storm of euphoria slid down her spine, clashing and lighting up arousal zones in her body. Touch me. She wanted to yell out but once teeth gripped onto her skin she was frozen in silence. Then Mac touched her, Ana let out a low groan as she did so. Her clit was already throbbing due to earlier and even more so now.
“Harder,” She grunted, but it was quiet. Either way, Mac did what she asked. Her fingers slid into her harder, faster, and without stopping. Ana needed to feel that. She needed to feel her own body betray her own thoughts. “Fuck!” Her voice cracked when Mac bit her harder. She was whimpering, lifting her hips and already feeling the beginning of her climax. Once Mac touched her clit with her thumb and bit her collar, Ana convulsed. She came immediately. She also hated how easily that was the goal. So simple for Mac to press the right buttons and get her to release in minutes. She didn’t cum hard, but she did nonetheless. Her hands betrayed her and Ana’s right gripped onto Mac’s neck, just on the back near her shoulder. Her hand shook, keeping her close. Wanting to feel that pain just as much as she wanted to feel that pleasure. “Don’t stop,” she shook out her words next to Mac’s ear and felt her body flush again. Euphoria. That damn feeling that Ana could never get sick of. Who needed to chase a high when there were orgasms like this? “I w-want to cum again,” Ana breathed out the words and increased her grip onto Mac’s neck.
Ana’s climax happened quicker than Mac expected her to. Mac was surprised Ana’s hands lasted above her head as long as they did. She laughed on the inside as her mouth was rather busy. She could feel every shiver and tremor and it fueled her even more. Ana asked for Mac to keep going. Mac laughed out loud then. She licked at the blood on Ana’s skin and her fingers kept working Ana’s pussy. No way was she ready to stop. She was getting started.
She kissed the bite and licked at it before lowering her mouth to Ana’s breasts. A moan as she took a nipple between her lips. Her tongue flicking it as her fingers pushed in and started to curl. She had slowed them down a bit but kept going hard. Mac wanted Ana’s body to ache everywhere once she was done. She sucked and licked then after taking the right breast further into her mouth bit down. Her thumb traced Ana’s clit, pushed against it. Rubbed up and down.
Mac chose to only bite the one breast and not the other. It was evil. She knew Ana would grumble about it. Maybe on her way back up she’d see to it..in a while. She smiled as she started to kiss her way down Ana’s body. Her tongue flat against her stomach. She kissed her belly button. She slipped her fingers out and pushed for a third. They were so wet and knew they wouldn’t have much problem in sliding in. Ana’s body was an obsession. She would never get tired of making the smallest touch count. The simplest kiss. Her free hand traced Ana’s hips. Her lips worked down to her inner thighs. A lick, a kiss. A bite. The three fingers pushed in deep. Her mouth moved closer to Ana’s pussy. She licked at her lips. Finally tasting her. She sighed and moaned. Mac had denied herself enough. She spread her lips further and took Ana’s clit into her mouth. Breathing on it, sucking on it. Her tongue circling it. Fingers working with her tongue to drive Ana further into ecstasy.
Ana could care less about blood. A bit here and there. She didn’t care that she marked Mac and now vice versa. All she cared about was Mac’s mouth on her. On her chest. On her stomach. On her clit more so. Ana’s hand followed through Mac’s short hair and let her flow down her body. She whimpered at the bite on her breast and was too distracted to be disappointed about the lack of one on her other side. Ana’s grip tightened on her shoulder when she felt the flat side of Mac’s tongue touch her body. She groaned, wanting more with her short huffs of breath and swears. Her hand slid up the back of Mac’s neck to her hair again, this time gripping when she finally inched low enough. Her fingers too. “God,” she was lost thinking about how heavenly they were. She wasn’t even embarrassed about cumming too soon before. It made for less friction. It made for a better fuck. “Three, Jesus,” she whispered once she felt Mac push further. Her walls were begging to start clamping down.
“Please, Kenz,” she panted. Ana’s hand was lost in the back of Mac’s hair once she felt her lips touch her. Another low drawn out grown escaped Ana’s lips. Her back arched and Ana’s hips brought herself closer to Mac’s lips. Her tongue. Ana shivered and lifted her legs slightly. The bend of her legs left Mac open to do as she pleased. Ana had never thought about Mac’s past. Before seeing her and so on. What brought her to be so damn good at this every single time. Maybe it was just for Ana… Maybe they knew each other so well that it just clicked. Ana’s grip quickly tightened onto Mac’s hair. She brought her legs up even more, feeling her fingers apply more pressure. A lot more with what she was doing with her legs. It felt nice to be able to move like this again. No injury to worry about. Just her stupid hand that didn’t mean much. “Oh mon Dieu,” she spoke out in French like the last time and started to laugh into a moan. Ana was squirming as much as possible. Mac’s hands did wonders. Her tongue did even more. The way she sucked and touched, no problem. Ana laughed again, arching her back and neck all together. It was all suddenly hitting her. Ana’s breathing hitched and it felt like her gut was burning. Fire spread from her clit to her brain. Ana’s hand desperately wanted to push Mac away. That raw nerve feeling returned that would make her react to even the slightest touch. A low stomach drop and Ana gripped onto Mac’s hair tighter. “There, uh-there,” she moaned again letting her body react appropriately.
She heard her nickname, more French but at least this time she understood the words. Her focus was completely on Ana. Mac existed in this moment to bring about her pleasure. That laugh. She couldn’t feel anything other than where her body was somehow touching or being touched. Her mouth and her fingers. She could feel Ana’s hand in her hair. Where Ana’s legs touched her shoulders. She could feel how her hips shifted to allow deeper penetration. How it allowed for her tongue to feel like it was melting in to Ana’s clit. The silkiness of it. The roughness of her tongue.
Ana’s energy sang through her. It was music that Mac knew how to play. She was her own personal instrument tonight. One that she could play for hours, had played for hours. Stopping out of sheer exhaustion. Never days though. She wondered if that was a sin she’d be able to partake in at some point. Spend days touching ans kissing without regard to the outside world. Simply existing to play, please.
The push pull game of theirs reaching heights not imagined. How would that change them? How would it make them better? That’s what it was about between them. How to get each other to a better version of themselves. Physical, emotional, psychological. She felt the tightening around her fingers. The urgency in the fingers in her hair. Not sure if they should hold her there or yank her off. Yank her mouth off the sensitive clit. She licked around the entrance as her fingers retreated then pushed in. She was tasting Ana and using her tender spots to really set her off. She heard the stutter in the word and put more effort in her touch. More effort in her tongue. Cum for me Ana. Show me.
Sudden slow motion. Ana was spent. Every piece of her was pushing further to let go. Just release and be done with. If she could push her hips into Mac even more than now she would’ve but instead what happened was expected. Her breathing turned extremely shallow. Ana’s hand gripped onto her shoulder and raked across her collarbone right over the tender marks Mac had left behind. Every grunt and moan she made was toward the effect of her cumming and hard, yet again. Not so quickly this time but one right after another.. There was a relief that her body set forth. One saying that the touching would stop and she could regain herself with one motion. She was still feeling Mac’s fingers and lips against her. Ana’s hand gripped anything. The sheets. Mac’s shoulder. Her own shoulder. Reacting to the pain also set her in place all over again.
For once, Ana shifted away and ran her hands over her face. She couldn’t breathe properly and she couldn’t blame Mac for that. Maybe she could but only in good fun. She laid there quietly feeling her toes bend and try to eliminate the sensitive feeling she had to her skin. Even mental stimulation was high. Any thought about the experience she just had and it set her off again. This must’ve been how Mya felt. Unable to need anything further. She didn’t want to pass out like once before. Ana moved her legs and turned to her side, curling up. This had to have been what Mya had felt. Such an overwhelming feeling that made her recoil back to the pure reason she was there and why she was feeling this. Ana closed her eyes and bit her teeth into her hard cast. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. Since the beginning. Touching. Teasing. Ana’s toes curled again and she started to feel that same rush down her back. It needed to stop or she’d be laying there feeling another orgasm just from the thought of it. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“You’re just getting started aren’t you?” Ana got her words out in the question she wanted, not in the confidence she needed though. That was low. Ana was a raw, pulsating nerve right now. Even the smallest graze made her skin wiggle and chill all in one setting. She had submitted to Mac the moment she asked what he limit was. When there wasn’t one, it made for a bad behaved Ana. She could see the mark but she’d forget by morning. The power of alcohol seemed to be a decent factor to this night out anyway.
Ana did cum for her. It was more than once and it had taken her over. With their connection, Mac felt the waves, the electricity, the slow burn that Ana experienced. It didn’t matter how she had moved, she hadn’t been able to bring it to an end. Mac savored it. She stroked her tenderly until Ana curled up on her side. She moved behind her, licking her fingers and almost moaning at the taste. They had moved through a range of needs and wants through the night. But Mac’s appetite wasn’t sated. Her body had been and she felt energized even with the alcohol still in her system. They had drank too fast. She hadn’t eaten. But somehow her body was getting into their rhythm.
She watched her as Ana bit into her cast and laughed. Their bodies touching. Her own nipples feeling Ana’s back as it shuddered. Mac’s lips found her shoulder, the back of her neck. The lovely words escaping her lips caused Mac to react and clamp down around empty air. “Yes..” She whispered against her roaming tongue tasting the salt already on Ana’s skin. “Just.. getting.. started… sweet…. Ana..” Kisses with each words. Her hand moved down Ana’s arm. She wanted goosebumps everywhere. If only to lick at them and create even more.
Her hand found Ana’s hip bone and played there. She found that little spot that Ana had teased on her own body. Her fingers drawing shapes, strumming. Her instrument. Her time to play. “You said.. to fuck you.. any.. way .. I .. want..” Teeth nipping at skin. Her hand moved up Ana’s body and found her breast. She cupped it and lightly rolled the nipple on her fingers. A slight pinch. A tug. She pushed her hips into Ana, feeling her bum. Mac was contemplating. Should she trail kisses and bites down her back? Easing her fingers into Ana once more? Maybe getting up and getting the toy from her bag and fucking her hard until she screamed? The smile on Mac’s face was telling her she could do all of it. There’s also the hot tub. Don’t forget that. She laughed against Ana’s back as she started kissing and licking her way down it.
With each kiss onto her skin from Mac, she started to shiver. Her body was reacting heavily to the smallest of grazes. Mac knew it too. Ana’s hand balled into a fist as Mac’s hand grazed at her hip. It played near her inner, lower abdomen and she shuttered. Ana was visually shaking. She’d rather have it all compiled into another session of being fucked but Mac was teasing her. She was being cruel in her own way and Ana probably deserved it. “You said.. to fuck you.. any.. way .. I .. want..” Between the feeling of her nipping at her back and drawing on her inner hip, Ana was in a pleasurable hell. Mac’s hips pressed against hers. She knew there was barely any contact but it was enough to make her quietly gasp. Ana’s balled fist pressed against her forehead as Mac toyed with her breasts. Each pinch, nibble, lick, or bite left her breathing even heavier than before. It didn’t feel possible that she could actually be fucked into this state. Locked legs and continuous shaking. More kissing. More licking. She also never thought her back could be so sensitive. It was even more sensitive when she could feel Mac’s breast along her own back too.
“God damnit,” Ana wiggled the words out in a breath. She couldn’t curl up. Her body was like a moth to a flame. Mac being the ultimate fire that would engulf her and burn herself right up. The anticipation was the worst part. Waiting to see what Mac would want to do here. She had forgotten she had her toy. Ana had also forgotten there was a hot tub by now. All of it was sloshed away in the back of her head while Mac continued to touch her like she was the most interesting thing in the world. She moaned again and buried her face into the mattress. “Any way you want,” she whimpered out the words again as Mac’s hands grazed her inner hip so easily. Like skates on ice. “S'il vous plaît faites-le.” Ana groaned and pushed herself into Mac’s body as much as she could. “Je t'en supplie.” She gripped her hand on her own shoulder. Right where Mac ripped into her skin. The pain was bringing her down a little, but not enough. God damnit, just do it Kenzie.
Mac was getting drunk now. This was better than any liquor or drug. Ana. In this way. She was between pain and pleasure. Her skin a minefield of sensitivity. The slightest touch was making her body exponentially needy for more. She laughed a bit as she kissed Ana’s body some more. There was swearing. And a lot of writhing. She couldn’t stay still. Her moans were like honey. Mac couldn’t be more on fire. She nipped at Ana’s back at hearing her whimpered plea. There it was. French again. Did she know how fucking hot that was? She felt Ana pushing her body against her. Mac pulled away and knew the groan was coming at the emptiness. She got off the bed and went for her bag. Putting on the harness took less than three minutes tops. And that included finding it under her clothes. She also grabbed something else.
When she went back to Ana, she could see she was touching Mac’s bite and smile. She climbed into bed and roughly pulled Ana on to her back, ripping her hand away from the bite. “Nope.. that’s my bite.. it doesn’t belong to you until we’re done.” She placed her body between Ana’s legs. Taking hold of Ana’s good hand, she took the tie she had brought for the suit and looped it around her wrist. Then the cast had got the same treatment. It wouldn’t hurt the cast any or her wrist. But this way, with both hands bound, she could hold them over her head with one hand easily. The surprise and frustration was on Ana’s face. Mac simply laughed a bit. “Any way I want” She lifted her hands above her head and held them there with her left while using her right to guide the toy into Ana.
As she leaned down and kissed Ana, Mac pushed her hips forward. One thrust to get it into her. She felt the shock in their kiss. She could feel Ana gasping, getting used to the feeling of it once more. Her right hand raked the side of Ana’s body with its short nails. She wouldn’t be leaving claw marks but the sensation would be enough especially with how tender Ana was. She started moving her hips now. Slowly. She wanted Ana to beg.
Ana could finally feel the sweat dripping down her back once she was turned around. Hands above her head again, “What are you?” Ana sighed and looked up with tired eyes. She could barely focus now that she knew Mac was bounding her wrists and wearing her harness. Her eyes glanced back down at Mac, narrowed while she breathed heavily. She didn’t like not being able to touch. Never had she actually been bound before either. Ana could see herself ripping through her flesh trying to get out of it just to hold onto something. Mac’s laugh was alluring, even her words too. Yes, she said any way she wanted. Hands actually stuck above her head and pinned with Mac’s left hand. Ana’s toes curled again as she leaned over her. It all happened so fast. The kiss, the toy pushing into her without too much of a warning. Ana gasped against her lips, gripping her hands tightly above her head. The initial push sent a radio signal through her body. Quick adjustment. She had done this enough times now to where it stopped hurting. But to Ana, a little pain never hurt anyone.
She lifted her chin up and felt herself wreath under her. Mac was extensively good a teasing when she was drunk. Ana was awful at understanding what was taking so long while she was in this state. Her hands tried to move, already forgetting about the bounds and Mac’s hand keeping her there. She felt the toy move in again and she whimpered. Why was she going so slow? Hands caught in the ties again. Ana was definitely sure she didn’t like this part, but she was distracted by other sorts. She was touching still, letting the weight of her hip fall between her legs. Mac’s body sliding along hers was definitely euphoric in it’s own way. Ana’s nipples touched Mac’s skin and that got a rise. She went to move her hand again, caught. Her breathing hitched at the aggravation. She started breathing faster, maybe a little panic that she wouldn’t be able to handle it. Her eyes closed, they were kissing again and Ana was actually enjoying the slow pace for just a moment. She focused on that to keep herself from actually exploding about the ties. Ana imagined the toy sliding into herself then out. Mac’s grin on her face too, even if they were kissing. Ana’s legs wrapped around Mac’s hips loosely as she groaned against Mac’s lips. “Come on,” she begged in her voice. “Please,” another beg. Ana hated saying the word, especially with how pathetic she sounded. She couldn’t take the slow pace anymore. Her lips went to Mac’s jaw and she let out a shaken breath. She imagined Mac taking full control. Sitting her in the hot tub, bent over the edge and fucking her against the waters jets. Ana’s hands gripped over her head and tried to move again.
She could hear herself laughing even if she wasn’t. Ana was trying so hard to get her hands out of their bind it was amusing. She needed to do this when they were both sober and playful. Ana would likely kick her ass or try anyway. But it would be a fun struggle. That whimpering. Her breathing. Mac captured her lips again and kissed her. A bite on the bottom lip. A lick to make it feel better. She had closed her eyes but to what? To not seeing herself in Mac’s trap? To not seeing herself as a willing submissive? Or was it to calm herself against the rush of endorphins?
There it was. That need. Three words uttered so close together. Ana accepting her role in what she started. Mac felt her lips, her breath against her jaw. One last attempt at urging her on. She thought about the hot tub again. After… after I make her cum again. She started really fucking Ana. Her hand reaching up to the bite and tracing it with her index finger. Knowing it would push Ana’s need more. She did love her bites. She could feel the tension in Ana’s body. Her back arching as she felt the toy invading her. Its pace faster. Its force harder. Mac kissed along Ana’s jaw, licking her way to her neck. She kissed her way to her ear. Nibbling at it. Her fingers still tracing the bite and pressing into it.
She waited until Ana groaned at the pain from the bite before moving her fingers away. Down the middle of her body. Down past her belly button, drawing lazy lines down her lower stomach. Finally reaching between her legs. A slight shift in their bodies so Mac could touch and tease. She felt the pull on the tie again. A small chuckle as she kissed behind Ana’s ear. Her fingers touching Ana’s clit. The throbbing already present. Slick. Hot. Mac moaned. She didn’t close her eyes. She pulled back and watched Ana’s face as she started running her fingers up and down. Her hips moving faster, only pulling the toy out about half way. She knew Ana wouldn’t last long.
“Fuck,” she gasped again. Her hands were gripped so tightly she could barely feel them from the wrist up anymore. Her eyes were trying to stay closed, keeping her in that zone of pleasure long enough to last. No. She was brought out immediately. Mac was actually fucking her with ease. Pulling her hips out and pushing them in. Ana couldn’t grip onto anything beside Mac’s hips with her legs. Which she promptly did. Her legs crossed behind her and aided in the recoil of the act. “Ah,” she breathed in and out quickly feeling Mac pressing on the tender bite that laid on her shoulder. Some lesser ones on her neck and collar too. Ana’s hands struggled, already forgetting the bind. God damnit. She accepted this, she knew she could handle it now if she just kept herself in check. They didn’t have a safe word for the very reason that they would push each other to levels and limits. If something bad happened at the end, they learned from it. It didn’t mean they wouldn’t try again. The pain on her shoulder continued to throb, even after Mac’s hand left and traveled between her legs. Ana’s own legs started to loosen from behind Mac’s hips. She knew what she was doing. She knew how Ana worked. She needed more stimulation to reach a level of pleasure. Not strictly what they were doing now. “Fuuck,” the word shivered out and Ana’s hands rubbed against the bind. Mac was moving faster, causing the two to sweat even more. Just a glaze over their skin. Ana arched into Mac’s hand and the toy itself. She was shivering, waiting for it to hit her in the right way. How many times could she cum in a night anyway? Ana never counted, nor did she need to. She figured there wasn’t a limit to a woman’s body. At least she had never found hers.
Ana couldn’t open her eyes. Her jaw slacked and dropped open as her head arched back. Her hands desperately wanted out of the binds so badly she had to grip onto her own fingers and squeeze them tightly. Her entire lower half was throbbing with each thrust and playful, stimulating touch from Mac’s fingers. There was something better about having Mac bring her to this level. While having her clit rubbed and the use of the toy, she found these types of climaxes to be her favorite. While she could enjoy the intense pleasure from Mac’s fingers, she could also let herself get fully encompassed in the toy bringing her in too. Combined, it was an entirely new feeling. It was starting and Ana could feel it rising up her body while she whimpered at each push of the toy inside her. As deep as it could go too. Her body contracted, inside and out. Ana’s hands gripped onto each other and she gritted her teeth as she came. All of it full circle. The euphoria was spreading again as he toes curled. She wanted to tell her to stop, but her voice just cracked out in a whimper. Ana had gotten to a point before where her clit ached from being stimulated so much but at the same time it was satisfying. All of it was satisfying, especially feeling the orgasm spread through her entire body. Her hands stayed gripped to one another as she slowly rode her cloud of pleasure.
There it is. Mac thought as she looked on. Ana was reaching another climax. She kept her movements steady. She would claim every ounce of Ana’s orgasm as her own. She admired her body. The flush on the skin. The sweat. How much could be seen on her skin. Every emotion. It was always easy to read her. As easy as it was for Ana to read Mac. Save for tormented hiccups in their psyches here and there, they could see through the blinds they put up for the world. She breathed in Ana. More whimpering. She felt the binding in her hand and started undoing it as she slowed her hips first, then her fingers.
The tie was loose and her hand reached behind Ana’s neck, bringing her up a bit. She kissed her slowly. The fingers against her clit sliding down and her palm pressing flat against it now. Her hips retreating and the toy sliding out. Their bodies still touching, sharing heat, sweat, shivers. Their kissing was deep but tender. Thank you. You are mine. I am yours. Their tongues touching and caressing. The last tremor from Ana’s clit and she gently pulled her hand away. She undid the harness one-handed without breaking the kiss. She pulled it off her and dropped it on the floor.
Mac wrapped her body around Ana’s. Offering comfort. Offering her soul’s energy as nourishment. Their kiss was finally broken as Mac took a shuddering breath. They would need food. Soon. So much given and received between them. Always in awe of what Ana managed to get her to feel. Whether it was hunter or prey, she made Mac feel safe. Her memories of Miami, of recent months. All of it, yielding love and and acceptance. Mac kissed her cheek. “I can definitely say that I like this room better than the last one.” She brought her hand up and pushed Ana’s hair away from her face. “But then again, it’s probably the company no matter what room..”
Every part of Ana’s body felt entirely heavy, but the energy was still there. Her body wasn’t giving up, maybe it was the flat hand on her clit easing the sensitivity away from her or maybe not. Different orgasms did different things. The two happening at once combined into something that still left her assuming there would be more. Her hands were loose, her skin had chills, and now even more that Mac was lifting her up slightly. The kiss easily stole her breath after she felt the toy being pulled from her. It hitched again as Mac pushed their bodies closer together. She shivered against her warmth and finally was able to use her hands. They looped behind her neck and Ana cherished the kiss as much as it was worth. She shakily breathed out when Mac slid her hand away from her clit. Relief sat in her bones while her body began to rest from all of it at once. The room was still spinning from the alcohol, but keeping herself gripped onto Mac was it’s own anchor. She felt her hold her slightly. Ana nearly in her lap with her legs wrapped around her. She had forgotten that sessions like this needed some comfort near the end. Which reminded her, if this was the end or not? They kissed for a lot longer, slow and passionate. Something only they could read and understand as acceptance.
They parted and Ana felt her skin light up with chills again. Her head leaned onto Mac’s shoulder already missing being touched or bit. It hadn’t even been a minute or so. “I think it’s the room,” Ana responded and felt Mac’s fingers slide her hair to the side of her face. She leaned in and kissed at Mac’s shoulder slowly. Her tongue tasted her salted skin and painted over the surface. Ana had no words really. She wasn’t sure if this was a test to a limit or if it was just them fucking and enjoying themselves. Both usually came hand in hand. Ana let them collapse to their sides on the comfortable bed. She ended her kisses onto her shoulder abruptly. Ana moved away from the bed and tried to get her barrings back. Being drunk and having an overstimulated brain led to her body reacting a lot slower than she wanted. Ana stood and put her hand on the wall, using it as leverage. Through the dark, she found her way toward the bathroom. She didn’t care to close the door. Once she relieved herself she searched for the light near the sink and flipped one on, to find it flipped on the light to the inside of the hot tub. Water in it already and warm, jets just not on. Ana laughed and it echoed through the large room. “Found it.” Ana dipped her finger in and felt it warm her entire body. Fuck it. She lifted herself up the step and slid herself in all at once. Where are the jets? Ana’s hand mindlessly searched the edge until she found a push button and pressed it, letting the bubbles and jets start up in multiple corners of the tub.
Mac laughed when Ana said it was the room. The kisses on her skin felt good. She half expected Ana to bite her hard for tying her up but she didn’t. Then the kisses stopped and Ana was out of bed. Please let her be calling room service. Maybe if I think it loud enough.. maybe I have telepathy powers. Nope. She’s in the bathroom. Mac sighed and realized she would pay a lot of money for a couple of pizzas and a few ice cold waters. Beer, beer too. She stretched and sat up. She wiggled her toes for no other reason than to feel them. Ana called from the other room about having found something. When she heard the water sloshing around she let out a little laugh. Hot tub.
She stood up and the world was a little tilted but nothing too bad. Fucking tequila. Her brain was telling her it had been her choice. As she meandered to the bathroom, she told her brain to be quiet. She was thankful it wasn’t Jäger. She shivered at her recollection of the vile liquor. Mac stood and watched Ana sitting back in the tub. Round 3 coming up. She smiled and walked over to her. She dipped her hand in the water and almost moaned at the temp. She climbed in opposite Ana.
“You’re right.. it’s the room.” More moaning as the better part of her body was in the tub. “Fuck yes.” She leaned her head back enjoying the jets. “I need one of these at my place. Why don’t I have one already?” She could feel any leftover aches from the tension of the last week disappearing. Ana had done a remarkable job of tearing her away from all her worries. She looked over at Ana. Her bites were visible and Mac couldn’t help but smile. She licked her lips and knew she was ready to go. She wasn’t so sure about Ana. Only one way to find out. She moved closer and slid a hand behind Ana’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss. Beauty of being in water was bouyancy. She used her other arm to pull Ana on to her lap. She laughed. “I don’t think we’re done yet.”
Ana hummed as she sat in the water. Her back getting a nice massage from one of the jets she was sitting by. She didn’t have an answer for Mac, but she did enjoy the soft moans coming from her lips about the tub. That was enough to make Ana smile sloppily. Ana moved her hair to one side, definitely forgetting she didn’t put it up, but then again it didn’t matter. All she had to do was make sure her cast didn’t get dunked in. It sat on the edge along with her other arm both splayed side to side. A hand slivered behind her neck and soon Mac’s lips were on hers again. Ana groaned against hers and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. It was like heaven all over again. Biting into a slice of Mackenzie King. She was tugged into her lap easily, the water really helped. Ana had forgotten how light she could feel in situations like this. Ana’s cast sat behind Mac’s neck, anywhere else and it would be a fist full of water.
Her fingers tickled on the back of her neck while they still kissed and slowed to mumbles between. “I don’t think we’re done yet.” Ana wasn’t worried. Hypersensitive or not, she didn’t care enough to say no to her. How could she? Ana was already in her lap. Her teeth sank in Mac’s bottom lip as she pulled back and went for her neck. Ana’s hand gripped behind her hair while her right played with her breast under the warm water. “I was enjoying the jets. They felt nice.” Ana mumbled as she peppered small kisses onto Mac’s neck. She needed to know if she could handle it. Ana’s clit could’ve been lying. Her hand left Mac and slid between her own legs. She shivered and groaned while kissing Mac’s shoulder. Not exactly as painfully sensitive as before, but still sensitive. Her hand returned to Mac’s breast while her tongue slid up her throat to make Mac’s head tilt back.
Maybe they both could play in this game. Ana had the energy. She had the libido for it too. Her hands slipped down Mac’s stomach under the water and teased generously. Ana’s happy lips continued to press onto Mac’s skin, sucking and nibbling. Her teeth ached to be latched onto her collar.
She felt Ana’s cast behind her and knew she needed to make sure it stayed dry. The bite to her bottom lip made her throb. She closed her eyes and let herself feel Ana’s mouth on her neck and her hand playing with her breast. Her own hands wandered playfully over Ana’s wet body. She couldn’t remember if they’d ever showered together. Granted this wasn’t showering. This was play time. Mac opened her eyes and looked at Ana. She heard Ana complain, not really, about enjoying the jets before getting pulled over here. She laughed. “I’m sure I can make this just as good.”
Ana reached down and touched herself and Mac knew they wouldn’t be sitting here idly by much longer. Her breathing hitched as she felt Ana’s shiver and groan through a kiss on her shoulder. When her head tilted back because of Ana’s tongue, Mac wished the fucking cast was off. She wanted to get a bit rougher but water splashing all around wouldn’t be good for the cast. Whatever she intended to do had to be controlled and focused. A hand on her breast once more then it slipped down and Mac moaned. The kiss on her collar was delicious. “Fuck.”
One hand slid up Ana’s back, to her neck and into her hair. She considered pulling her off but instead held her there. She wanted to feel Ana’s teeth on her. The fire inside her was starting to roar. Her other hand floated under the water and found Ana’s center. Even in the hot water, Ana’s temperature was slightly higher between her legs. Her fingers found her clit. Such a different feel when doing this in water. If imagination tricked her into believing they could melt into each other when doing this on a bed,then the feel of water gave that illusion a deeper credence. Through heavy breaths as Ana’s fingers continued to tease Mac, she leaned in and whispered. “Use that mouth of yours Gunnarsson. Bite down.” Mac’s fingers slipped past Ana’s clit and pushed into her. Two to start but she wondered how far she could push her.
Ana felt a whole new side of drunk. Drunk from lack of control? Drunk from Mac? The intoxicating nature of them felt fluid, just like the water. They touched gently. Ana’s tongue and lips skimmed her skin, wetting every part of her she could reach as of now. Her fingers slid through Mac’s hair, either gripping or grazing. She couldn’t get a sense of how to feel just yet. Tender or rough. Ana wanted both. Her contradicting thoughts didn’t help when Mac started playing too. Ana’s fingers didn’t want to leave where they were, so they played along as well. She wasn’t sure how long it would last, but she wanted to keep going. That was something she was definitely set on knowing. Ana sucked on Mac’s collar, letting her hips rock against Mac’s fingers. She could never get sick of them. At one point in time this night, she wasn’t sure she’d want to stop. Even through sleep, she’d want to continuously be touched. This felt like one of those nights. Sluggishly going about it and waking in the night to fuck. Ana groaned, her hand gripped the back of Mac’s head again and the water shifted.
Fingers teased, Ana’s included. She was so close to pressing hers inside Mac when she heard her name. “Use that mouth of yours Gunnarsson. Bite down.” That same feeling washed over her. The same loss of control feeling. Ana didn’t think this time, she did. Especially after feeling Mac’s fingers slide into her with such ease. Water was a treat. It really was. Ana breathed out and took a moment for herself. Her own fingers stimulated Mac’s clit while she breathed against her collar. Use that mouth of yours. Ana shivered, her thoughts were blacking and she did as she wanted. Not as she was told. Ana’s teeth grazed up and down her collar gently. Soon she stopped and kissed. Her lips sucked. Her tongue played too. Her teeth sunk in so fast and deep that she could feel her skin breaking the second she breathed. Ana held on, rocking her hips to guide herself along Mac’s fingers and her own inside Mac too. She bit harder, ready to bruise the bone if she could. Yes, she could. She groaned, lapping her tongue along the sensitive break marks that leaked a bit of blood. Ana released and bit again, slightly off the second area. She groaned, forced out and heavy while her hand gripped into Mac’s hair tightly.
Mac groaned as she felt Ana’s teeth breaking her skin. It had only taken saying it once. She had felt her mouth, her teeth grazing her skin and she thought Ana would tease but no. The bite was sudden and sharp. She knew her clit was pulsating against Ana’s fingers. Ana’s hips were rocking against Mac’s fingers too. The bubbling water felt like it was pushing them both along a steep hill. She pushed her fingers in and out Ana a bit harder. The water easing the friction. Water displacement wouldn’t allow too rough. She was kicking her alcohol fueled brain. That was the drawback to doing it in water.
Ana bit harder and Mac moaned probably loud enough for the neighboring room to hear. Not that she cared. Enjoy the show folks. She couldn’t pivot them. Physically she could easily enough but this was the position to make sure Ana’s hand stayed out of the water. She turned her head so she could kiss and lick at Ana’s neck. Not enough leverage to bite. Mac could feel Ana’s tongue and she wanted more. She pushed her thumb against Ana’s clit and pressed in circles. Her fingers going in as far as they could.
Another bite and Mac was close to spasming. Fuck’s sake Mackenzie. Show some endurance. Yes, it’s Ana. And her fucking incredible mouth but christ you’d think you were a horny teenager. Her breathing was labored and she tried calming her body down. It didn’t help that Ana was groaning practically in her ear. She pulled her fingers out and pushed that third one in. Ana handled it before, the water would only help. She wanted her to cum again. They could do this all night. Go back and forth with each other.
“Christ,” Ana groaned into Mac’s ear feeling her try to move a little faster. They were running too hot for this tub. Ana couldn’t stay in here much longer. She focused on that moan. That loud echoed moan that Mac produced just seconds ago. That was keeping her sane. Staying sane in this point in time was necessary. She couldn’t keep biting her. If Ana did, the pool would be dyed red and god that would be the last thing she would need to see in her life time. She tried just has hard as Mac did to get her off. Fingers here, pushing in and out now, rubbing from her clit to her entrance. She grunted once Mac slid her thumb against her clit. Still so sensitive. She nearly pulled away. Mac’s hand kept her close either way. Three fingers again. Ana’s hand gripped onto Mac’s hair so tightly she needed to tilt her head back. Ana exposed her neck, pressing her tongue onto her throat again before breathing close to her ear.
Focus. Focus, Gunnarsson. She was losing that battle. Ana opted for another bite. Savage and unplanned. She bit onto her lower neck, right where it met Mac’s shoulder and clamped on. Her thoughts exceeded the pleasure she was feeling and surpassed. She couldn’t lose this. Pushing in and out didn’t do much, Ana swirled her fingers instead and let her thumb play with mac’s clit. Hoping that her rough movements could be enough to make Mac stop in her tracts. Water was difficult to deal with, especially without much room. Her bite continued on through her movements. More moaning. More of her hips rotating against Mac’s fingers. All three of them. Mac was close, Ana could feel it with her own fingers and her breathing. Reading when Mac was about to cum was like reading the ABC’s out loud. Ana groaned loudly, exaggerated but she wanted to set Mac over the edge. Her own orgasm would be shortly behind, but Ana had a plan. Her teeth left her shoulder and she sucked on the bite to radiate a little more pain with the pleasure. Ana’s lips came close to Mac’s ear as she started to groan into a sultry laugh. “Cum now then you can shove my clit under a jet and fuck me.” She laughed again through her drunken words, trying to keep her breathing stable but she was failing. Her teeth nibbled on her ear while she breathed even harder and rolled her hips. The water shifted Ana moaned right into her ear. Her fingers climbed inside Mac and pressed on the throbbing piece inside her.
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