Page 52 of Take What Hurts

Mackenzie’s hips lifted off the mattress and crashed into Elliott’s, humid heat meeting humid heat, and Mackenzie let out a whimper—clearly seeking any friction she could find. The cool air of the room crept over Elliott’s chest, and her nipples pebbled in the crispness of the night. Mackenzie wasted no time bringing her hands up and cupping her small, firm breasts. Elliott groaned in appreciation at the feel of Mackenzie’s hands finally, finally on her bare skin, and fuck if Elliott didn’t nearly come right fucking there. Mackenzie tugged at the waistband of Elliott’s boxers. “Do what you promised, Elliott,” she rasped. Voice like gravel. Eyes midnight blue and laser focused on Elliott’s. “Make it worth my fucking while.”

“Jesus, fuck.” And Elliott tore at Mackenzie’s T-shirt, ripping it over her head with absolutely zero grace and frantic urgency. Smoothing Mackenzie’s hair back from her face, she kissed down over her striking clavicle, then between her breasts and swirled her tongue wetly over the rock-hard nipple on her right breast. The hand that wasn’t gripping Mackenzie’s hip like her life depended on it, that wasn’t pressing a thumb into the pressure point in her pelvis, making Mackenzie moan and writhe, pinched the nipple on her other breast. She dragged that hand down to Mackenzie’s waistband and wrenched her shorts down her toned legs. Pushing them, pulling them, moving them however she could with one hand, her tongue still laving over Mackenzie’s hard nipple.

And then Mackenzie’s hands were shoving at Elliott’s boxers. And Elliott chuckled, relishing Mackenzie’s struggle. The groans of effort and pleasure as she tried in vain to access the part of Elliott she appeared desperate for. “You’re going to have to be patient if you want me to give you what I promised.” Elliott grinned through the haze that clouded her brain. She was fucking high on the power she had, and when Mackenzie let out an animalistic keening noise in response to the display of brazen dominance, Elliott’s pussy clenched around absolutely fucking nothing in a wholly unsatisfying way, and her hips rocked of their own accord.

Finally, with Mackenzie’s pajamas in a heap on the floor, Elliott took a steadying breath and paused, letting her eyes wander. Just for a moment. Mackenzie’s hair haloed around her head on Elliott’s pillow. Her lips were kiss swollen, eyes half closed with lust as she stared, chest heaving, at Elliott. Elliott let her eyes wander lower. Over the peaks of her breasts and the valley of her chest, down to her belly button and the faint white stretch marks that littered the lower part of her stomach. Taking in the glistening curls that marked the spot on Mackenzie that Elliott was so desperate to touch and taste and worship, Elliott watched the dark flush rise on Mackenzie’s chest and up her throat at Elliott’s brazen scrutiny. Mackenzie squirmed and moved an arm to cover her stomach. Elliott reached out a hand and gently stopped her. “Don’t,” she whispered, and Mackenzie’s eyes glistened in the dark. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

And Mackenzie reached up and cupped Elliott’s jaw in her hand, kissing her deeply, tongues tangling together. It was a kiss that promised more. More than only tonight. Elliott couldn’t hold in the moan that escaped her, and relenting, she helped Mackenzie in her renewed effort to remove Elliott’s boxers.

When they were both devoid of clothing, Elliott pressed the length of her body against Mackenzie’s—for the first time in her life needing like fucking breathing to feel every inch of herself pressed against another human being. And it was fucking brain altering.

And then Elliott rose up on her hands, and she started to move, her thigh back between Mackenzie’s spread legs, Mackenzie’s slick coating her skin and her moan echoing inside Elliott’s skull. Groaning, Elliott tried to find friction, and like she could read her fucking mind, Mackenzie gave it to her. She lifted her knee and pressed her own thigh into Elliott’s wet heat, Elliott’s folds sliding without resistance over Mackenzie’s skin.

Panting, Elliott moved a hand down Mackenzie’s body, and Mackenzie rolled her hips with the movement and what it promised, breath heavy against Elliott’s cheek, whimpering in her ear as Elliott’s fingers finally dragged long and slow up the length of her dripping slit. Starting at her entrance and finishing at her hard clit. “Oh—” Elliott’s voice trembled. “Jesus, Mackenzie. You’re—” She groaned, running her fingers through Mackenzie’s slick again. “Oh god, fuck, you’re so wet.”

And bringing her eyes to Mackenzie’s—holding her there—Elliott brought her fingers to her mouth and closed her eyes, savoring Mackenzie’s sweet flavor on her tongue. Mackenzie rolled her hips off the bed once, twice. Her eyes wide with what, in any other situation, would have been panic. But right now, Elliott’s stomach lurched, knowing what it was. Extreme desperation. “Elliott—” she croaked, voice dying in her throat.

Elliott smiled at her, returning her fingers to Mackenzie’s clit, rubbing light, slow circles there. She watched as Mackenzie’s eyes fluttered closed, and as Elliott dragged her eyes down to Mackenzie’s glistening lips, Elliott’s internal muscles pulsed. She knew it was torture. Knew her touch was light yet insistent enough to drive Mackenzie to complete distraction. Elliott chuckled when Mackenzie, fed up with Elliott’s teasing, tried to assume control in chasing her pleasure, rolling and rotating and thrusting her hips into Elliott’s hand wildly—uncontrollably.

In response, Elliott placed her free hand on Mackenzie’s pelvis and pushed, holding her down. Mackenzie hissed at the sensation. “Elliott. Fuck. Will you just—” Her voice choked off on a moan and she bucked her hips when Elliott dipped the tip of her index finger down, inching inside her entrance, Elliott’s hips rolling at the tight hotness. When she removed it, she brought it back up to lightly stroke Mackenzie’s ever-hardening clit. “Elliott.” It was a whine now. A desperate, needy fucking whine. And Elliott pulsed with it, eyes closing against the coiling tightness building in her lower abdomen. “Elliott, god, please. Will you just fuck me?”

With restraint she didn’t know she had, and brain moving like it was suspended in molasses, Elliott stared at Mackenzie and stilled her fingers. “Beg. More.”

Mackenzie threw her head back, trying to move her hips against the vise that was Elliott’s hand on her abdomen. “Elliott, please. Please.” It was almost a sob. “Please. I need it. You. Ple⁠—”

And if there was a person that could look at Mackenzie writhing beneath them, begging them to fuck them senseless, and refuse, Elliott certainly wasn’t that person. With an urgent hiss, Elliott sank two fingers as deep as she could get them inside Mackenzie and then was still, studying the way Mackenzie’s face split apart at her mouth in a wide O, eyes clenched tight in pleasure as she came undone.

“Fuck. Oh my god, fuck, baby,” Elliott said. It was nonsense, but what else could she say when, as Mackenzie’s pussy gripped Elliott’s fingers like a vise, Elliott almost came herself.

“Oh—” Mackenzie gasped. “Oh my—god,” she choked, blunt nails clawing at Elliott’s shoulders, pulling Elliott up and tight against her body, Elliott’s hand between them. “Honey. Go. Please—fuck me. Don’t fucking stop.” And Elliott, wild with the tight grip around her, began to thrust, her swollen lips sliding against the soft skin where Mackenzie’s neck met her shoulder.

With Mackenzie’s nonsensical moaning hot against her ear, and her own slickness coating Mackenzie’s leg, Elliott curled her fingers against the raised spot inside her, and she felt the way Mackenzie went weak. “Oh god, Elliott—” But Elliott wasn’t going to let Mackenzie come again without Elliott’s mouth on her, and so, fingers still inside her, she slid down Mackenzie’s body and brought her mouth to her clit. Drowning in the sweetness, she sucked. Hard.

Mackenzie’s walls fluttered around Elliott. Stomach tight with anticipation, Elliott looked up at Mackenzie’s face and removed her mouth from Mackenzie’s clit for the briefest of moments. “Look at me.” It was a guttural rasp, and Mackenzie did as she was told—eyes wide with surprise and heat as Elliott dropped her mouth back to Mackenzie’s clit. And with a final thrust that Elliott, bicep aching, drove into Mackenzie with the force of her entire body, Mackenzie bore down on Elliott’s hand, and Elliott saw the moment she came apart flare in her eyes before they were gone, hidden behind the pillow she’d managed to pull over her face to muffle the scream that wrenched itself from her body.

Mackenzie clenched viciously around Elliott’s fingers, clit pulsing in Elliott’s mouth, and the coil in Elliott’s abdomen released, her hips rolling into the mattress entirely unsatisfyingly as she moaned into Mackenzie’s gushing sweetness.

More aroused than she’d ever been in her life, Elliott, chest heaving, lay her cheek on Mackenzie’s damp curls. Her fingers were still buried inside lightly fluttering softness, and she reveled in the soaked warmth that ran down her arm to her elbow and onto the sheets.

Then Mackenzie’s hands were in Elliott’s hair, tugging, pulling her up and out, and Mackenzie moaned, bringing Elliott to her mouth and kissing her deeply. Full of want. Her hands gripped Elliott’s ass. Elliott gasped with the soft slap her palms made on her firm cheeks. She went lightheaded when Mackenzie’s hands pulled at her, wrenching her up Mackenzie’s body until Elliott’s knees braced either side of her head. Elliott groaned and gripped the headboard with one hand, the other tangling in Mackenzie’s hair, scratching at her scalp. Ears ringing, her eyes fluttered closed as her pussy captured the vibrating moan that Mackenzie unleashed as her tongue parted Elliott’s lips, circling her entrance. Elliott was soaked, and Mackenzie’s mouth was hot and insistent on her, moving through her folds, licking inside her with hungry abandon.

“Mackenzie.” She bit out the word through clenched teeth. “I’m not gonna las—” She cut off and came on a hiss as Mackenzie’s moan vibrated through her. She almost put her teeth through her lower lip, biting down on the scream that threatened to escape her as her hips rolled involuntarily, the hot wetness leaving her in a rush with Mackenzie’s tongue still inside her.

Finally, and with a low groan, she collapsed onto the bed beside Mackenzie, who wasted no time cuddling into Elliott’s warm body, her fingers playing with Elliott’s nipple and her head resting lightly on Elliott’s chest.

Elliott ran her fingers through Mackenzie’s hair while she clung to her, listening to the sounds of their breathing slowing. Minutes later, just as the drowsiness started to tug her eyes closed, she felt Mackenzie’s intake of breath and her mouth pulling into a smile. “You were right.”

Elliott chuckled out a low laugh, the ringing in her ears subsiding with the slowing of her heart. “What about?”

Mackenzie brought the hand that had been on Elliott’s nipple to her cheek, and she gently turned Elliott’s head to face her. The warmth and softness she found in Mackenzie’s darkened eyes stole Elliott’s breath and made her heart clench in her chest. “I don’t want anyone else to touch me. Possibly ever again.”

They had slept pressed tightly against each other, and when they inevitably stirred during the night, they had found each other. Repeatedly. Bodies moving together, they had slipped their fingers inside, drunk on the heat and lust and longing that they found there, and had firmly but slowly stroked each other to climaxes that had each writhing against soft, hot skin and swallowing the sound of the other’s pleasure.

They had woken the next day in each other’s arms, Elliott’s eyes stinging with a happy kind of exhaustion. With a smile that had made Elliott go hot, Mackenzie had climbed atop Elliott and turned around, licking at Elliott like she was starving. She’d hovered over Elliott’s mouth and presented herself to Elliott—the glistening folds a view that had made Elliott salivate. Elliott had taken Mackenzie’s ass in her hands and pulled her to her mouth, teasing her clit and probing the sensitive spot not an inch inside her that Elliott had learned made Mackenzie moan and gush in minutes.

Afterward, they had showered. Together. Elliott turning Mackenzie to face the cool tiles and fucking her, two knuckles deep, from behind. With Elliott’s body bent over and pressed hard against Mackenzie’s back, she’d sucked a bruising mark into Mackenzie’s shoulder as Mackenzie bit at the skin on her own forearm to muffle the sound of her coming apart around Elliott’s fingers.

Now they were dressed—well, half dressed in Elliott’s case—in the bedroom, and Elliott glanced up from her phone where she was responding with a no comment message to Hannah’s string of texts pushing for the “deets” about Elliott’s night with Mackenzie, to find the woman herself staring softly at Elliott from where she sat on the bed. Elliott noticed a funny little smile on Mackenzie’s face that Elliott hadn’t seen before. Elliott locked her phone and slipped it into her pocket, her lips pulling up at the edges and an eyebrow hitching in question as Mackenzie crossed the room. Taking the front of Elliott’s flannel in her hands without a word, she deftly finished buttoning Elliott’s shirt. When she was done, she wrapped her arms around Elliott’s neck and kissed her so fucking softly, so gently that it left Elliott lightheaded. When they finally pulled away far enough that their eyes met—the look full of a feeling neither of them had the presence of mind right then to name—Elliott had to take a breath to steady herself and alleviate the burning that had started behind her irises. Had she ever felt this safe? This cared for?