Good Boy (M)
He opens up his bedroom door and almost has a heart attack.
He pulls out his phone and brings up the picture of Macs underwear.
Yeah...
It's the same.
"Fuck..." He looks quickly around the room, checks behind the door and in the closet but is disappointed in the fact that she isn't there.
He wasn't a good enough boy for that kind of present he supposes.
It's not like he can stop the other guys from playing the game they begged him for. How is that his fault...he doubts he would have gotten a better present than this anyway.
She's playing him after all.
And god is it working.
He's been having trouble thinking straight because every train of thought seems to get permanently derailed at the Fuck Mac is hot station.
He looks down at the panties on his bed. Laid out with care. Like the exact position he found them in mattered to her. And maybe it did because it's somehow insanely easy to picture her in them sitting on the edge of his bed pulling him close.
He picks them up and all the blood rushes from his brain.
Wet.
They are fucking damp.
God what was she trying to do to him. Kill him? She was wasn't she.
She hasn't responded to any of his messages and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He wanted to believe that he'd done an okay job at throwing her a little at building something up in her she had left him her underwear after all.
It was probably water...
The whole thing fabricated to get a rise out of him.
He hates it but he checks to see if its water.
"Fuck Cindy..."
It's not water.
He locks his door and leaning against it undoes his pants.
The fabric is soft and rough and wet against his skin and has an easy time imagining that he's got her back pressed against a door, her skirt pushed up high her underwear just pushed aside in the rush.
The sound of his panting and bitten back gasps fill the room until his phone goes off.
No.
Later.
Busy.
It's the ringtone he gave Mac.
He answers it and doesn't speak.
"You find my present then?" She asks and he can fucking hear the smirk in her tone like this is some sort of victory for her.
"Well?"
She says again and the word is hard and kind of angry and he changes pace to match her mood.
"Yes." The word is a sharp snap of sound because he's sure if he tried anything else it'd come out all moan because her voice in his ear as he jerks off is fucking magic.
"Good. I went to go give you that show you wanted but you weren't there..." Her voice slow and hot and god.
He knows it's a lie but her wet panties are wrapped around him anyway.
"I took care of things myself...you may want to change your sheets..." Her voice is this perfect breathy dark thing and his eyes go to his bed. Did she really...god she might have.
"Not fair." He huffs out.
"I know Dick." She says his name slow and it just fucking rips through him, "did you want some help? You are always saying I should find better things to do with that mouth of mine."
He can't help it but a moan pushes passed his throat and loses itself in the room and over the line.
She's going to make fun of him she's going to be cruel to him he just knows it.
But her breathing picks up and she's gasping.
Fuck what is she doing on the other end of this call. Is she? Could she be? To the sounds of his panting and moans?
She moans in his ear and he's fucking done. His head slams against the door and he drops the phone.
He slides slowly down the door until he's on the floor and grabs his phone.
"Mac?"
"Uh huh..." She gasps a little.
"If you come over I'll finish you off."
"Dick-" there is a blast of sound on the other end of the line and he can hear her swearing.
She doesn't answer him she just hangs up.
He could have sworn she was going to say yes.
He's loitering in the main hall of the Theta house waiting for Mac to make her appearance. He watches Veronica filter though the girls into the meeting room but Mac isn't with her.
Thank god.
He's alone in the hall when she comes barreling down the stairs red in the face.
She swings around the banister and he snatches her up before the momentum can launch her into the meeting room. She slams into his chest and he picks her up. Moving the short distance to the front closet.
She barely makes a yelp before the door closes.
The door doesn't lock.
Fuck.
"Dick?" She seems surprised. Who the fuck else would manhandle her into a closet? No seriously he wanted to know because he was going to put his fist through their skull.
He kisses her instead of answering.
Hard and her hands are grabbing onto his belt pulling him closer.
Her teeth bite into his lip and she uses the gasp of pain against him. Her tongue plunging into his mouth her hands pulling and pushing him closer.
She tastes of doctor pepper and her skin feels fucking amazing.
His hand drags up her leg pushing her skirt up out of the way.
He doesn't come into contact with any fabric.
She's still not... His thumb moves hard against her skin, digging into were her leg meets more interesting parts of her body. There is no fabric just way too soft skin and her body pressing up against his touch.
She moans softly against his mouth and he wants to be in her so badly he can't stand it. He doesn't remember a time when he'd wanted anyone as much as he wants her.
Her mouth breaks from his and she's panting slightly the breath hitting him in soft puffs.
"What were you doing on the phone?" He asks darkly and she just smirks like he knows the answer already, "bad girl."
"You love it."
"Maybe." He leans down and attacks her neck with his mouth, tongue and lips and teeth against her soft hot skin, "I'd love it more if I was inside you." He whispers against her skin and enjoys the shiver it brings across her.
His hand moves up the inside of her thigh and he's sure that she's going to stop him any second.
Her hands are grabbing his shirt tightly.
One hand holding her hip the other slides a finger easily inside her.
She's soaked and tight and hot and her breath shutters against his neck her fingers twisting in his shirt.
"Dick..." His name is this all together too soft sound in her mouth. There's no rough edges to it, in fact all the dominance in her seems to just drain away and he's not even disappointed.
He slides another finger into her and she moans against his ear and the sound just makes him harder. He bites into the skin of her neck and it makes her wetter and a hand comes free of his shirt and slides down his body to his jeans.
He's fucking shaking.
He wants her to touch him so badly. His hand gripping her waist slides around the back of her pressing her body against him. He wants no space. Needs there to be no space.
She has her fingers on the zipper of his pants and his fingers speed up and her hand is trembling against his pants and the small room is filled with sounds of her gasping out for air.
His zipper sounds so loud but it makes him smile. Her hand slides into his pants and the second she comes into contact with him he freezes.
"Dick..." She whines out and it brings a smile to his face.
He restarts his ministrations and her chest is moving quickly against his, he can feel her body trembling in his embrace and there's a beautiful kind of power to it. Her fingers slid up the length of him and he grips her tighter and pumps harder.
She makes this broken noise, a moan broken in two and her body arches against him and her hand grabs onto him tightly and he moans into her hair.
She's coming, a rush of wet against his fingers. He pulls back away from her and finds himself trying to memorize that face, soft and happy and he did that.
She takes a moment to come down and he finds he doesn't even mind waiting for her. She smiles at him and its a real smile, nothing behind it just happy and he loves that.
"Thanks for that." Her beautiful smile twists into a smirk and he knows before she moves for the door that she's going to leave him aching for her.
He grabs her hand before it reaches the doorknob, "and where do you think your going?" He asks his voice dark and he wonders if he sounds threatening.
He must not because she doesn't look nervous or scared. Maybe she knows something about him that he doesn't.
She pulls him towards her and crashes her mouth against his and he has to use both hands on the door frame to keep upright.
She pulls back a little and she's smirking at him again, "good boy." She tells him and opens the door and closes it tightly behind her.
Bitch.
But he kind of likes it and she knows that. He licks her off his fingers and tries to think about baseball and math to force himself comfortably back into his pants.