89Mac's swimsuit (part 2)
The list of last things Dick would ever want to do was a very small list.
The amount of fucks he gave could be counted on one hand. Unless you were talking about actual fucks he had given, than that number was really rather large.
One of the things on that list, however, was dicking around with the Guiterez's.
It didn't take a lot to know where all their money came from and, frankly, he didn't want to get on the wrong side of Eddy. It was bad enough seeing him lose his shit on the squash court, but seriously?
He didn't have a death wish, well, at the very least, he hadn't since college.
This whole thing was going against pretty much all of his survival instincts; trapped on a sloop with the Guiterez's, some well meaning sluts and Mac.
Mac who is panting and looking up at him with half-lidded, dark eyes, and a wet, red mouth.
She is laid out below him, absolutely soaked and waiting for him.
She looks great. Beyond great, fucking art, poetry, just as long as she keeps looking at him like that; like they aren't just getting carried away, like this had promise.
Normally having promise was the last thing he wanted to do with girls, but with Mac?
Yeah, he doesn't mind so much.
He moves to push his swimsuit down; he aims to ruin her for anyone else. She sits up and puts her hands over his. When he looks up at her she's shaking her head.
"Oh come on, Mac, I know you want to."
"Not here, not like this..." She looks away from him and something strikes him about the movement, something shy and sweet.
He wouldn't, couldn't, go against that look.
"Fine, but next time, bring this." He removes his hands from his trunks and runs them lovingly over her swimsuit.
They stay that way for a long minute before he gently pushes Mac back down to the floor.
He needs some sort of finish, closure, and Mac is looking up at him with dark, unfocused eyes. He wants her to finish, for so many reasons.
"This is okay, right?" He asks softly, running his fingers against her wet opening.
She manages a nod but nothing else, just her hands grasping tightly at him.
"I will not let them think I can't satisfy my girlfriend." He grumbles as his fingers slip in.
"I'm not actually your girlfriend, Dick." She barely manages to get out on the edge of a satisfied moan that sends shocks of feeling through his overheated body.
"Technicality." He runs his tongue up her neck to her ear so that every shaking sound she makes goes right into him. He wants to devour the sounds, keep her just for him.
His fingers pump into the hot, wet silk of her, her entire body seems to be begging him for more, but she said no.
Not here.
Not in the lion's den. Later, in a bed of her choosing, or a floor or counter or couch, safe so they can properly enjoy it; although she seems to be enjoying this just fine.
Her nails dig into his back and scrape down as one of her hands falls from him.
Her fingers burn across his skin, down and please let her do what he hopes she's going to do.
She pushes her hand into his shorts and wraps her hand around him.
"What are you-"
He doesn't get the rest of his question out because she is clumsily running her hand along him, pumping him in rhythm to his own movements inside her.
It's not much later that her insides clamp down and shake against his fingers. She slams her head against the floor and he quickly moves his hand under her head to keep her from hurting herself.
She's squeezing him and it's just a little too hard, but she comes wet against his fingers and his name a low moan in her mouth making him finish with a roar of sound he tries to smother in her cleavage.
When they finally leave the cabin, it's with her arms around him, the information Ronnie so desperately needed stashed away in Macs cleavage and the cabin smelling so strongly of sex that it was impossible to know they had done anything else.
He just wants to keep touching her so he pretends to help her fix her hair.
He just wants to touch her all the time now.
She stays close to his side and when Rico comes out of the cabin later complaining about having to air the whole thing out she blushes wonderfully.
"I'll buy you a new one, Rico."
"Be careful," Eddy's voice oozes with that deadly charm he knows too much about, "He might take you up on that."
He shrugs like it's not a big deal, but he is a little worried that Rico will actually demand that he buy him a sloop later.
They watch the sun set into the water, or at least he does, Eddy and Rico are attached at the mouth to their escorts.
"It is very lovely..." Mac whispers, staring out at the red ball sinking into the ocean.
He leans in close to her, his mouth on her ear again like she apparently likes, "The sunrise is pretty nice, too, I'll show you if you want."
She turns slightly into him, "After work."
"You need a ride?" He asks and a smirk pulls across her pretty, sarcastic face.
"I'm okay right now, thanks." She pats him on the leg.
He pulls her in closer; he can smell that great, heavy smell of her satisfaction in her hair. Soon he would make his whole house smell like her. It was his new goal in life.
Sex in every room with Mac. Her kiss had been electric and the rest of her like a storm, churning up feeling he didn't really know he had.
"We go to the office, we pick up some vegan shit and then my place."
She looks at him properly and that sarcastic, sexy smirk falls into a soft smile. She nods and turns back to the quickly melting sun.
She puts her hand on his, sliding her fingers through his, and something expands in his chest.
He doesn't want to wait for Eddy and Rico to decide to go back.
One of the last things he would ever want to do is actively go against their wishes, but. this morning, the last thing he wanted to do was fuck Mac.
When she had slipped out of her shorts and pulled her sweater off at the insistence of the other girls he knew he was a goner.
He stands up and, with the ease of the very rich, takes over the sloop, sending it quickly back to shore.
"What are you doing Casablancas?"
"I'm sailing."
Eduardo stands easily in the moving boat and pegs him with a hard look.
"I don't want to go back yet."
The words are all at once hot and cold. Fuck, there's a mirror in Eddie's hand and a crazed look in his eyes.
"Dick?" Mac's voice is low, a controlled fear in her voice making his name overly even in her mouth.
"Oh let him, Eddy, the cabin can't take another round of them." Rico is a lot jollier looking up from the bare breasts of his lady.
Eddy let's him send them back to the boathouse, but there is something hard in his eyes that lets him know he won't forgive something like that again.
He hurries Mac into his car and they speed into town.
"I can't believe you did that just because you want to fuck." She's shaking her head at him, twisting around in her seat to get her short shorts back up.
He pulls over in front of Keith's house, "Hey," he grabs her before she can get out of the car and kisses her hard, loving the way she responds instantly, like kissing him was her natural state.
When he lets her go he follows her to the door.
"You don't have to come with me, Dick."
"Ashamed of me?"
"Absolutely."
He wraps his arms around her shoulders as they wait for a Mars to answer the door. He kind of hopes it's Keith, he was, far and away, less scary than Ronnie.
No such luck.
Veronica opens the door and raises an eyebrow at the scene in front of her.
"Have an enjoyable time at sea?"
Mac fishes out the jump drive and hands it to Veronica.
"Parts of it were enjoyable." She answers and he's sure the smug look on his face tells Veronica exactly what happened.
"Gross." She goes to close the door, to retreat, but she pauses and looks at them both in turn, "Remember. No glove-"
"No love. Yeah, we get it." Mac finishes and, with a quick smile shared between the girls, turns them back to the car.
He possibly breaks a law of physics to get them back home but she's sprawled under him in his bed, his hands running up and down the navy material of her swimsuit.
"You sure about this, Dick?" She asks, popping up on her elbows and really looking at him, all the way inside.
"Sure about what? The sex abso-fucking-lutely."
"I mean the other stuff." She looks a little nervous that he doesn't understand what she's getting at right away.
"Do you mean like dating? Going steady?"
She rolls her eyes and nods.
Leaning over her, he digs around in the bedside table drawer until something pokes him in the finger.
"Fuck." He hisses, but pulls his silver letters out of the drawer.
He pins them carefully to her swimsuit, "Well now this is, without a doubt, my favorite outfit."
She runs her fingers over the letters before leaning up to kiss him and that's all the answer he needs to if she's sure.