Author's Note: Well, this chapter has another M&M scene in it. There's a lot of sexual frustration and just frustration in general involved in this chapter. Tempers flare and attitudes clash. So we'll just have to see what you think. As always, the song that the lyrics are from is listed at the bottom of the chapter if you'd like to listen to it while you read.
Chapter 4: Bad Attitude
You could've been the real one
You could've been the one enough for me
You could've been the free one
(the broken down and sick one)
Remnant of a vacant life
You come around when you find me faithless
You come around when you find me faceless
Fuck me like you hate me
(dig it up and tear it down)
Dig it up and whore me out
Fuck me like you hate me
(dig it up and tear it down)
I love the sound when you come undone
You could've been the next one
(God only knows)
You could've been the one to comprehend me
You could've been the only one
(the broken down and sick one)
You could've been the one who I lie with
You come around when you finally face this
You come around when you find me faceless
Fuck me like you hate me
(dig it up and tear it down)
Dig it up and whore me out
Fuck me like you hate me
(dig it up and tear it down)
Don't make a sound 'til I come undone
You'll never break me
You'll never break me
You'll never break me
You could've been the real one
You could've been the last one I'd lie with
You could've been the old one
I should've been the one who died
You come around when you finally face this
You come around when you find me faceless
Fuck me like you hate me
(dig it up and tear it down)
Dig it up and whore me out
Fuck me like you hate me
(dig it up and tear it down)
I love the sound when you come undone
Fuck me like you hate me
(fuck you like you hate me)
Fuck me like you hate me
(you'll never break me)
Fuck me like you hate me
(dig it up, tear it down)
You'll come around when you find me faceless
~*Mo*~
Mo practically growled as she stalked out of Cainville's only hardware store and stomped out to her car. This whole fucking "job hunting" thing was proving to be a total fucking bitch. She'd tried the diner. She'd tried the convenient store. She'd tried the gas station. She'd tried the private practice doctor's office. She'd tried the post office and the grocery store and even the hardware store. Hell they didn't have THAT many businesses there in town! She only had two more places left to check since the cop shop was DEFINITELY out. She was NOT going to walk into a fucking police station.
She drove to the only bar there in town, the Luna Mesa, and put her car in park.
She climbed out and felt the hot, dry Utah air hit her.
"Fuck it!" she cursed, "Hasn't helped me anyway."
She tugged at buttons of the 3/4 sleeve, white button-up she'd pulled on that morning and shoved the sleeves down her arms, tossing the garment into the passenger seat of her car. She slammed the driver's side door and headed for the main entrance of the bar. She yanked the door open and stalked into the bar, her 6 inch black heels clacking on the hardwood floor.
"Can I help you, chica?" the old man with a long, gray ponytail and a thick mustache and beard to match it asked her.
It was the same bartender from last night.
"I'm gonna need a bottle of Jack ta start," she informed him, fishing right into the pocket of her short, faded denim mini-skirt, "And I'm fuckin' STARVING. Whatcha got good ta eat, old man?"
He chuckled at her and teased lightly, "Bad day, senorita?"
"YEP," she answered, popping the P, "Been a REAL shitter."
He laughed some more and said, "Well… You must be the one that had Mac in here drinkin' before work. He was mumblin' about 'some bitch that he just couldn't get outta his head'. That's not like Mac at all. Anyone that can give that man that much hell deserves a meal on the house."
She smirked up at him and asked, "Is THAT so?"
He just nodded and smiled at her and she laughed this time, nodding in response as she asked, "Whatcha got ta offer me, old man?"
"It's Walter," he told her, "But you can call me Walt."
She nodded again and corrected herself, stating, "Walt. You got it."
"Well… We've got all KINDS of goodies, chica. We've got chicken strips and burgers and horseshoes with chicken or beef. We've got tacos and nachos and chili. We've got fries and onion rings and cheese sticks. We make pizzas and we serve fish. Here. Let me get you a menu."
He handed her a menu and her eye skimmed over it for a while before she announced, "I'm gonna go with a bacon cheeseburger, hold the pickles and mayo please."
He nodded to her and said, "I'll put your order in. You want a side with that?"
She nodded and said, "Better make it some of those steak fries."
He gave her a nod and headed off to go put her order in with the cook before coming back to the bar and pulling a bottle of Jack out from under the bar.
He set it in front of her and she opened her wallet, asking, "How much I owe ya, Walt?"
"I already told ya, you don't hafta pay for this meal, chica. And I'm only gonna charge ya half for the bottle. Consider it a payment for givin' Mac hell. NO one in this town stands up ta him. And he could really stand ta be knocked down a few pegs," Walter explained.
She gave a nod and said, "Yeah. I could see that."
"You give me $15 and we'll call it even," Walter told her.
She nodded and fished into her wallet for the money.
"So what brings you into the Mesa for Jack before noon, chica?" he questioned.
She sighed and informed him, "Well… I've been out lookin' for a damn job all fuckin' morning. And wouldn't ya know it that not a SINGLE place is fuckin' hirin'?"
His gray brows rose and he reached up to stroke his long beard before inquiring, "REALLY?"
She nodded as she twisted the top off of the bottle and tipped it back, taking a long pull straight from the bottle and swallowing it down slowly.
"A pretty senorita like you shouldn't take it personally," he commented, "People around here don't like to hire anyone unless they're local. Most people don't stick around Cainville very long."
She cocked one brow at him and questioned, "And just why is that?"
"Small town life isn't for everyone, chica," he teased.
She just shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I suppose so. But I plan on stayin' around. So I need a damn job."
She heard a bell sound and Walter left her to go grab her food, carrying her plate over to her and setting it down at the bar in front of her.
"Do you want anything to go with it?" he asked her, holding up a bottle of ketchup in one hand and a bottle of mustard in his other.
She nodded and said, "Pass me the ketchup, Walt, my man. I'm a ketchup FIEND."
He chuckled and nodded to her, passing her the bottle. She made a healthy-sized puddle for her fries and then put a bit more on her burger than there was on it already. She passed him back the bottle and then grabbed a salt shaker, sprinkling some salt onto her fries. She grabbed her burger and lifted it to her mouth, taking a big bite. She gave a moan and her eyes drifted shut as she chewed.
"That's the BEST fuckin' burger I've ever had in my life, Walt," she informed him, "You can bet your ass I'll be comin' back for more of these suckers."
He laughed heartily and replied, "I'm glad to hear it, chica."
Walter made small talk with her while she ate since she was the only person in the bar. She usually wasn't a talker while she was eating. Her brothers never spoke while they were eating, preferring to just stuff their faces full of food or work on draining their drink. So it was strange to hold a conversation between bites. But she found it to be quite pleasant. She didn't miss the fact that Walter tended to have roaming eyes though.
When she'd finished her food, she pushed her plate away from her a little and reached down to pat her stomach. She'd fit it ALL down.
"You're gonna make me fat with cookin' like that, Walt," she joked.
He just laughed and shook his head at her.
But he surprised her when he told her, "You should check out the auto body shop here in town. From what I heard last night, they were in need of a new girl to work the front desk. If that place turns out ta be a bust too, come back here. I'd be GLAD ta have ya work here for me as a waitress."
She nodded as she slid off of her stool, grabbing the 3/4 of the bottle of Jack that remained in one hand as she pointed at him with the other, winking and commenting, "You got it, Walt. See ya around. I'll probably be in again tonight."
She heard him laughing as she walked out of the bar and headed over to her car. She climbed in and made the short drive to the edge of town where the auto body shop was located. Mac's Auto Body Shop. How original.
Her full, sensual lips curled up into a sly grin. She knew a man named Mac. No. That wasn't true. She knew a MIGHTY fine man named Mac. She wondered if there was more than one Mac in town.
She grabbed her bottle and smirked to herself. She tugged her plain, black cami down a bit further to show off even more of her ample cleavage before heading into the shop. She saw a couple guys come walking out of the garage where the cars were stored and they froze, staring at her with wide eyes. One of them dropped the wrench in his hand and the other one's brows nearly jumped right off of his forehead as their jaws dropped open.
"Howdy, boys," she practically purred, giving them a smirk as she let her eyes rake over first one and then the other.
The first one had shaggy, jet-black hair that fell down to his chin and long, shaggy bangs that fell in front of one of his green eyes. There was stubble on his jaw, his chin, and above his upper lip. He had full lips, a firm jaw, slender cheeks, and those green eyes stood out in contrast with all that dark hair. He had tattoos spiraling down both arms and he stood at probably 6'0", his body lean with muscle.
The other guy had dirty blonde hair, his roots being darker than the rest of his hair. His hair wasn't long or shaggy but it was long enough to be a little wavy. His bangs stood out over his forehead, standing straight instead of brushing at his brow. His eyes were the color of steel and he had more boyish features and fuller lips than the first man. He too was sporting stubble on his jaw and his chin but he didn't let it grow above his upper lip. He stood at probably 5'10" but he was built with thicker muscles than Mr. Sexy Tattoos.
"You uh… You need some help with your car?" Mr. Sexy Tattoos asked her after he'd bent over to pick up the wrench he'd dropped on the floor.
She smirked at him and said, "Well… I think SOMETHIN' might need a tune-up but it's not my car."
She nibbled at her bottom lip, thankful that she'd chosen a sparkly, bright pink shade of lip gloss and put sealer over it that morning so that it wouldn't smudge.
Their brows rose up their foreheads again and their eyes raked over her body, taking in her 6 inch black heels, her black cami that showed off ample cleavage, and her short, skintight, faded denim mini-skirt. She'd chosen a shade of shimmering, gold eye shadow and used black mascara and eyeliner that morning before going out on her job search. She'd gotten PLENTY of wandering eyes gawking at her but, apparently, she just wasn't good enough to hire.
"Well… if you're not up for it, I guess I can find someone else," she commented, "Can you at least tell me if you guys are hirin' here?"
"Well not for mechanics," Mr. Sexy Tattoos told her.
"But we need a new front desk girl," Mr. Velvet Voice was quick to speak up.
She smiled at that and asked, "And who do I hafta speak to ta find out if I can get an application? I came bearing gifts."
She held up the mostly-full bottle of Jack Daniels and the men went wide-eyed again. She had a feeling that, while these two were VERY attractive, they wouldn't be very much help.
"That'd be Mac," Mr. Velvet Voice informed her.
"And where is Mac?" she questioned.
"He's workin' on a car right now," Mr. Sexy Tattoos commented, "But I can go get him if you'd like –,"
"Thanks, sweetie, but I can do it myself. Just point me in that direction and I'll go speak ta the boss man and give him his little gift."
"Well, customers aren't really supposed ta go back there –," Mr. Sexy Tattoos started to tell her.
"If it's the Mac I think it is, I know him pretty well, boys," Mo reassured them both.
"Oh! Are you guys friends?" Mr. Sexy Tattoos questioned.
"I guess you could say that," she answered with a sly little grin.
She gave the boys a wink and a wicked grin stretched across her face as they both pointed towards the garage.
Mo headed over to the truck that this 'Mac' guy was working on, his back was facing her, his head bent down under the hood as he cussed and growled around. The diagnosis for that truck didn't sound like a very good one. But she recognized that voice. And she'd recognize that tiny little ass and broad, muscular body anywhere, that mop of shaggy, unruly, brown hair and those black work boots. He was wearing coveralls instead of jeans though.
"Yer fuckin' LATE, bitch!" she heard him shout, his back still turned to her, "Get the fuck outta here! Yer fired. I'm lookin' fer yer replacement startin' today."
Mo smirked to herself and walked right over to him, pressing her front to his back and reaching around his side, sliding her hand down to the crotch of his coveralls to give it a firm squeeze.
He smacked her hand away and growled, "Get the fuck off me, bitch! If ya think ya can convince me not ta fire ya just by grabbin' my dick, yer fuckin' crazy!"
Mo leaned up to nibble at his earlobe, purring throatily, "But what if I could really use a good tune-up, Mackie?"
His head jerked up and he cracked it on the hood of the truck, giving a loud hiss and howling, "Fuckin' SHIT!"
He threw his dirty grease rag down on the engine and she backed up as he whirled around to face her.
"You tryin' ta fuckin' kill me?" he asked her, giving her a harsh glare as those sapphire orbs narrowed at her.
She just laughed. Kill him? Why the FUCK would she want to do that? He was too much fun to toy with. Too much candy for her eyes and DEFINITELY too good in the fucking sack to kill.
She shook her head and replied, "And why would I wanna kill you when I could fuck you instead?"
He cocked one brow at her and she didn't miss the way he took the time to let his eyes rake over her, giving her a VERY thorough head-to-toe evaluation. There was no denying the way that he was undressing her with his eyes, those sapphire colored orbs growing darker by the second as they roamed over her body.
"Killin' you is the LAST thing I'd ever wanna do ta you, Big Mac," she murmured, tipping the bottle back to take a long pull from it before holding it out in an offering to him, "I come bearin' gifts. And I'll kiss your ass or any other part of that breathtaking anatomy I have to ta get an application for the job. I hear you're in need of a new front desk girl."
"No. NO fuckin' way," he told her even as he eased the bottle from her grasp, "You'd be too much of a fuckin' distraction for the boys."
She just smirked and they both looked over to Mr. Sexy Tattoos and Mr. Velvet Voice as they stared at her and Mac.
"Yeah. I kinda noticed that," she joked, giggling a little.
Mac took a long pull from the bottle and Mo suggested, "If ya don't want me workin' the front desk, I could always work as a mechanic. My brothers taught me how ta fix shit up when I was growin' up. Your boys over there tell me that ya don't need any more mechanics though."
"You in coveralls?" Mac questioned before shaking his head, "Nah. That wouldn't fuckin' do."
"Is it really THEM that you're afraid I'll distract?" she asked him, pressing herself right up against him as she gazed up into those crystal blue eyes, "Or is it YOU you're worried about me distractin', Macaroni?"
He shook his head at the stupid little nickname she'd used for him and retorted, "Ya strut around in here in a damn skirt and heels and ya think the boys won't all be droolin' after ya?"
She gave a little shrug and stated, "Well, if you're not attracted ta me, then there's NOTHIN' wrong with flirtin' it up with the boys then. I'm a woman, ya know. And we women have needs. I need a good fuck at least once a day. And, since you're not interested, then I suppose –,"
He set the bottle down on top of the bright red, standing tool box that sat beside the truck he'd been working on and reached out to cup her large, full breasts in his big hands. He started kneading and squeezing with those grease-stained hands before he slowly worked his hands down over her sides and down to her hips. He snuck his hands around and down, slipping them underneath that skirt and grasping her ass firmly with those big palms and long, thick fingers spread wide over her bare cheeks. He gave a deep, guttural groan, clearly approving of the fact that she was wearing a thong and that he could feel her bare skin under his hands and fingers. She purred as he pulled her right up against him and leaned down to capture her mouth with his, growling into the kiss as he practically DEVOURED her mouth. He tasted like whiskey and something bitter. But there was the underlying delicious taste of Mac himself hidden underneath it. She moaned, catching that wicked, pointed tongue of his between her lips and sucking greedily at it. He gave a long, low groan and his hips rocked into hers.
Mo started shuffling them backwards and, surprisingly enough, he let her. When his ass met the truck's grill, she was quick to spread her legs a little to cradle him better between them, grinding her hips into his and moaning into his mouth. When she eased her mouth back, she slowly traced his bottom lip with her tongue.
But she gasped as he quickly spun them around, pinning her up against the truck with his body and smirking down at her.
"How bad ya want the fuckin' job?" he asked her.
"I need a job ta support myself, Mac," she informed him, "And the only other place that's hirin' is the Mesa. Walt said he'd hire me if you wouldn't."
"The fuck if he will!" Mac spat, his features contorting in anger even as his hands gave her ass a firm squeeze, "Paper work's in my fuckin' office. I'll hafta go get it and have ya fill it out."
She smiled up at him and nibbled at his bottom lip as she purred, "I'm the most reliable bitch you'll ever know when it comes to a job. I'm your go-to girl. But, once I walk out those doors, I'm as unpredictable as can be."
She winked at him and he slowly eased his hands out from under the waistband of her skirt. He glared over at the two mechanics and Mo smirked at him.
"If you don't fuck me, I'm sure one of them will," she challenged him, reaching down between them to find his hard dick over the navy-colored material of his coveralls and giving him a firm squeeze, "Maybe they'd even be down for a threesome. They're both pretty hot. Some men are into that, ya know?"
She watched the mechanics as they headed out to have a smoke in front of the building.
His hands found her ass over the denim of her skirt and he hoisted her up onto his hips, carrying her towards the office. He kicked the door shut behind them and pressed her up against the door. She reached one hand down to lock it even as her other hand reached for the zipper of his coveralls, tugging at it.
"Change your mind, Mackie?" she teased playfully, grinning down at him.
"You fuckin' bitch," he practically growled, "Ya wouldn't get the fuck outta my head last night. I've been wantin' ta fuck ya all goddamn day and just get it over with, get ya outta my fuckin' head."
"Did you fuck yourself for me, Big Mac?" Mo asked him, her voice growing huskier at just the THOUGHT of him racking himself off, that big hand and those long fingers working on that impressive cock of his as he groaned her name.
He didn't answer her and that was answer enough in itself. He didn't want to admit that he had but he'd be lying if he said that he didn't. She could read the conflict in his eyes.
"Mmm… You're so fuckin' bad," she moaned, "You're gonna make me wet, baby."
"Yer a fuckin' bad bitch," Mac groaned into her ear as she tugged the zipper of his coveralls down, clear down to his waist.
She slid the sleeves down his arms and he shrugged out of them, revealing a permanently-grease-stained, once-white wife beater covering that firm, sculpted chest from her view. Her hands were quick to tug at it, shoving it up and over his head.
"If I'm gonna work for you, you'd better DAMN well give long lunch breaks," she commented as she tugged her cami up and over her head, throwing it to the floor.
"Why's zat?" he asked her.
"'Cause I'm gonna need a little somethin' ta keep me sane during an 8 hour-shift, Mac," Mo answered truthfully, "I'm gonna need SOME way ta blow off some steam. So either you can do it for me or I can find another man ta – ,"
"Bitch, you'd better quit fuckin' sayin' you'll go to another man. I already told ya. While yer here in Cainville, yer MINE. This pussy belongs ta ME," he snarled, thrusting hard against her, "NO man is gettin' in that pussy but ME."
She tipped her head back, her nails sinking into his shoulders as she started to grind against him, feeling his cotton-clad erection poking at her lace-covered crotch. She voiced a low moan and her eyes drifted shut for a few seconds before she let them open again to look down at him.
"And I'VE told YOU that NO one owns this pussy," she reminded him, "I don't belong ta ANYONE."
"I think we need ta fix that," Mac told her, "We're gonna fix that RIGHT fuckin' now."
-=Mac=-
Mac was going to show her. She belonged to HIM, damn it. At least until he was sure he was done with her. So he was going to bend her over his desk and fuck her. Let the fucking boys see her through the open blinds. Let them see him dominating her and possessing her. Let them see Mac making her moan and shout with pleasure. Then, once he came, he was going to deny her hers and make her suck his dick. And, when she submitted to him, THEN he'd let her cum for him. The sooner she figured out that NO other man could have her, that she belonged to HIM, that she didn't get any pleasure unless she pleased him and did as he said, the better off she'd be.
He let her slide down his body, hearing the moan she voiced as his hard cock teased her on her way down. He stepped back from her and pointed over to his desk.
"Over there, hands down on the desk, ass out," he instructed.
She just cocked one brow at him and refused to move.
He glared down at her with his sapphire orbs and her own blue eyes shined with defiance even as her lips curled up into a smug little smirk.
He growled, his eyes narrowing at her, and he reached down, wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her right off of her feet.
"Mac! Damn it!" Mo scolded, "Put me down!"
He carried her over to the desk and set her in front of it.
"You'd BEST stay fuckin' put," he snarled into her ear as he unfastened the clasps of her bra and shoved them down her shoulders, baring those perfect titties.
She reached up to cover her breasts and he reached up to take her hands in his larger ones, guiding them down to the desk and pressing them out flat, palm-side down.
He gave her cheek a harsh nip and then ground out of clenched teeth, "You'd better stay RIGHT fuckin' there, Mo. You move and yer gonna fuckin' regret it."
His voice was rough from desire and anger both, anger brought on by her disobedience and defiance. His tone was firm and didn't leave ANY room for arguing.
He felt the shudder wrack her body and he slid his big hands up under her skirt, grabbing her thong and giving it a yank. It fell to pool around her feet and she stepped out of it as he reached down to push his coveralls down over his hips and knees to let them gather at his ankles. He eased his boxers down over his hips and they too fell to his ankles.
"Spread 'em, bitch," he ordered, lightly kicking at first one of her high heels and then the other.
She spread her legs wider, taking on a more stable position. He used one hand to push at her back, bending her over the desk. She got the point and raised her ass for him. He grabbed her skirt in his hands, pushing it up to her hips.
"Mac!" she hissed, "The fuckin' blinds are open!"
He reached up with one hand to brush her short hair over her shoulders so that the back of her neck was exposed to him. Then he used that hand to get a firm grip on her hip while his other hand wrapped around his hard cock and he guided it RIGHT where he wanted it, bending his knees a bit to get just the right angle. He gave one quick, hard thrust and he was in, all the way down to the hilt. Hell his hips smacked against her ass and he felt his balls slap at her.
Mac gave a loud groan and slowly eased his hips back before ramming into her again. She voiced a little grunt of surprise and he knew that those big tits would be bouncing after a good, hard thrust like that. He picked up a quick, hard pace, slamming into her mercilessly.
He didn't miss the quiet moans that spilled from her lips as she tried to hide her pleasure.
He snarled and brought his mouth to hear ear, growling, "Fight it all ya fuckin' want, Mo. Ya love it. Ya KNOW ya love it."
"You're a fuckin' prick," she accused.
"I've been called worse," he informed her, "Yer gonna hafta try harder than that."
She gave an angry little huff and he sank his teeth into the back of her neck, snarling as he rammed into her harder, his hips bucking faster even as he angled them just right so that the head of his cock practically assaulted her g-spot. She gave a loud shout of pleasure and he smirked to himself. She moaned with every thrust of his powerful hips, her vocal chords praising him for pleasing the rest of her body.
"Fuck! Oh FUCK me!" Mo cried.
"Whaddya think I'm doin'?" he taunted, "I'm fuckin' that hot, wet, tight little pussy. Just what ya wanted, wasn't it? Ya were gonna go find another guy if I didn't fuck ya? Well now you've got my hard dick inside of ya, ya dirty little bitch. So fuckin' take it. Take it like the dirty little slut ya are."
She began to rock back to meet him and he groaned right into her ear, praising, "That's a good little fuckin' whore. Ride my cock, Mo. Fuckin' RIDE it. You like that, ya dirty fuckin' slut? Ya like it when I fuck you with that long, hard, thick cock?"
She voiced a breathy whine for him and he saw her black nails dig into the surface of his old desk.
"Ah!" she moaned, "Oh, baby, that's SO fuckin' good! You know JUST how ta find the spot… Ya know JUST how ta fuckin' work it… OHHHH! OH, Mac, give it to me!"
Mo froze, her whole body stiffening and Mac smirked, seeing Gage and Aeron come walking into the shop again.
"Mac!" Mo hissed quietly, "Mac, stop!"
He bit the back of her neck, snarling against her skin even as he continued to pound into her. She didn't make a peep and he knew that she had to be biting her lip to keep quiet. He'd fix that.
Mac reached down and around with one hand, sliding it down between her folds and finding that swelling little bundle of nerves. He rubbed a couple rough fingertips over it, swirling them around in slow circles to contrast the quick, hard thrusts he was giving her pussy.
She gave sharp whine and the guys looked over at the office, much to Mac's great pleasure. Their jaws dropped open and their eyes grew real wide. Mac smirked at them before leaning over her and sinking his teeth into the back of her neck again, fucking her mercilessly.
He couldn't have possibly fucked her any harder, not even if she asked him to. His hips were smacking into her ass, his balls slapping against her as he snarled against her skin and his fingers dug into the skin of her hips. He heard the deep, throaty moan she voiced for him as she threw her head back as he sank his teeth in a little deeper.
His big hands slowly roamed up and around her body, grabbing a hold of her breasts and using them for leverage as he tugged her into each thrust of his hips.
"Mac! They're watchin'…" she practically whined.
"Good. Let 'em fuckin' watch. They'll just see me ownin' this fuckin' pussy, me takin' what's mine," he replied, "The sooner you figure that shit out, the better off you'll be, Mo. This… pussy… is… MINE!"
The last sentence was grunted between sharp, calculated thrusts against her g-spot, each word thrown in between a good, hard thrust of his powerful hips.
She gave a loud moan and he felt her skin starting to grow hot to the touch.
"You like that?" he asked her, "You like it when you've got an audience, ya dirty fuckin' bitch?"
"FUCK!" she cursed as her muscles started to tighten, "Mac! OHHHHH, MAC!"
He gave her cheek a harsh nip and he felt that sizzling starting at the base of his spine. He bit into her shoulder, sinking his teeth in deep enough to leave a mark even as he snarled against her skin.
"AHHHN!" she whined in pleasure.
"Such a DIRTY fuckin' slut…" he grunted into her ear as his nails dug into her skin.
"FUCK!" Mo shouted, "Fuck! Oh, Mac! Mac, baby, I'm SO fuckin' close!"
He smirked to himself. So was he. But she wasn't going to get hers. He'd make DAMN sure of that. She was going to have to WORK for it if she wanted it. He'd spoiled her last night, letting her come twice – once while he'd let her ride his fucking face and once while he'd been fucking her. She'd learn. HE was in control of her. She belonged to HIM. Her body was for HIS pleasure only.
He picked up his pace, growing frantic, desperate for that high.
Mac felt the sizzling sensation work its way up his spine, crackling as it brought every nerve ending to life. He voiced a deep, guttural groan into the side of her neck as he felt his balls drawing up into his body and his thighs starting to tremble.
"FUCK!" he panted, "Yer gonna make me fuckin' cum, ya filthy little whore!"
"Come on, baby! Come on! Do it! Fuckin' DO it!" she chanted.
He couldn't hold back any longer. He felt that electrical current reach the base of his skull and he came in a hot, wet rush, voicing a brutal yell as he threw his head back and his hips jerked erratically. When he was spent, he stilled his hips, resting over her with his hands on either side of hers as they rested on the desk, his chest and stomach pressed right up against her back.
"What the FUCK?!" she spat.
He smirked to himself and began to chuckle breathlessly as he pushed himself back up straight and eased his dick out of her.
She was quick to whirl around to face him, a downright murderous expression on her face, her features contorted in rage and her sapphire eyes burning with hatred.
"What the FUCK was that?!" she demanded.
"A good, hard fuck," Mac answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well it was hard but it sure as hell wasn't 'good'," Mo snarled at him.
"Oh I think yer forgettin' all the fuckin' moanin' and whinin' ya were doin', darlin'," he pointed out.
"You fucking ASSHOLE!" she spat, "You don't just fuck me and get yours and then leave me high and fuckin' dry! It doesn't fuckin' work that way, Mac!"
"Well I think it just did," he stated, smirking at her, "'Til you learn that that pussy belongs ta me and that NO other man gets it, yer not gettin' off, Mo. Not from me anyway. Only GOOD bitches get ta come. So, unless you wanna suck my cock and get me off again, I'm not gonna get ya off. I spoiled ya last night. I ate that pussy. Hell I let ya ride my fuckin' face! And I didn't stop, didn't let ya climb off of me, 'til I made ya cum. Then I fucked yer brains out and let ya cum again. But yer not goin' to today. Not 'til you do as I say and tell me that fuckin' pussy belongs ta me."
"You can go fuck yourself, Mac," she retorted.
"Well then. I guess it looks like you'll be waitin' out in the lobby 'til I find the paper work for ya ta fill out," he informed her.
She narrowed her eyes into tiny little slits at him and he pointed to the door, telling her, "Go on. Ya can wait out there while I find the paper work."
"You can drop fuckin' dead too," she growled, reaching down to grab up her thong and tugging it up her legs to slip it into place.
She grabbed up her bra, fastening the clasps at the back and slipping the garment over her head. She smoothed her skirt down and then grabbed her cami, tugging it over her head even as she started for the door of his office.
He followed after her, asking, "That mean ya don't want the job, darlin'?"
She whirled around to face him and her fist connected with his jaw. Mac saw red.
His hand wrapped around her throat, getting a firm grip even as he slammed her up against the door and leaned right down into her face, snarling, "Don't you EVER lay another fuckin' hand on me again! I might tolerate your fuckin' moodiness. I might tolerate your fuckin' head-bitch-in-charge attitude. I might tolerate your fuckin' mouthin'. But don't you EVER fuckin' lay a hand on me again or I will fuckin' KILL you."
He slammed her up against the door again, wanting to make sure he'd gotten his message across LOUD and fucking clear, and saw those blue eyes of hers grow real wide. She'd CLEARLY never expected to see THIS side of him. He felt her swallow, her throat bobbing under his firm grip, and she licked her dry lips as his own blue eyes bore down into her.
"Get the fuck outta my shop and don't you EVER come back," he told her, stepping back from her and releasing his grip on her neck, "I won't have ya workin' here for me. Not after the fuckin' shit ya just pulled. I ever see you again and you'd better walk the other fuckin' way."
But she gave him the shock of his life, narrowing her eyes at him even as she told him in an eerily quiet and calm voice, "If you EVER lay hand on me again, Mac, I will hunt you down and fuckin' GUT you. We'll see if you're so fuckin' tough then."
Mac's head jerked back a bit as her words sank in. She turned and yanked the door open, heading for the front door of the shop. She smiled and waved at the boys before heading out, leaving Mac staring after her, his thoughts racing.
One minute he'd had her bent over his desk, fucking her brains out to show the other mechanics there at the shop who she belonged to and to try to fuck her right out of his head, and, the next minute, she was threatening to kill him. The bitch was unpredictable. And, to be completely honest, he didn't know whether to believe her threat was a possibility or not.
He'd NEVER seen a person's eyes filled with so much hatred, so much rage. He knew that she'd been just BARELY containing herself. A shudder ran down his spine.
Lyrics from the Song:
Fuck Me Like You Hate Me by Seether
Well, it's my favorite time again. What'd you think? Did you like it? Did you hate it? How was that for an M&M scene? You wanna see more of these two? You wanna see what happens next? Hit me up with a review or a message. Tell me all the juicy little details you were thinking or feeling while you were reading. Any comments, suggestions, questions, or concerns are welcome and I'll get back to you as just as SOON as I can. This next week is going to be Thanksgiving break for me and all my crazy family is down so I don't know how much writing I'll get to do, between writing the 3 in-depth papers I have to and spending time with the fam. But we'll just have to see how it goes.