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Boxes were piled up on the front stairs, close to tipping over every second that passed. Mac was staring in amusement, casually leaning against his truck as he watched Audrey throw the last box onto the front yard. He strolled up to Mitchell and Nina's house, taking several boxes in his arms while Audrey hugged Mitchell and Nina. Once Nina had gotten over her flood of tears, Audrey bounded down the front steps and skipped over to Mac's truck.

He had just finished piling the last of her filled boxes into the bed of his truck, when she barrelled into him and her arms swung around his waist. The corner of his mouth tugged upwards, and he squeezed her hand gently before she released him from her soft embrace.

"Let's get ya home," Mac said gruffly, whilst smacking her ass lightly.

Audrey giggled and rounded his truck, slipping into the passenger seat while waving at Mitchell and Nina. Mac was quick to race into the drivers seat, starting his truck and roaring down the street. Audrey had only been a few times to Mac's house, but she already knew the rules. She wasn't to clean up his mess, or emasculate him in anyway around his friends. She preferred to sit pretty and cook him meals anyway, especially with Mac's type of rewards that included pleasuring her until early into the morning.

She practically jumped out of the vehicle when he stopped the truck, excitement coursing through her veins as she went to grab the first box out of his truck. Mac stopped her before she hauled it off, instead throwing her over his shoulder and sauntering towards his front door. He climbed through the threshold and lightly placed her on the ground in his living room.

"Mac, my things!" Audrey snorted. She started to get up from the floor but Mac pressed her down again.

"You can get 'em later. We gotta christen these floors." Mac replied, he dropped to his knees and pulled her legs towards him. He started unfastening the buttons on her small denim shorts, slowly sliding them down her toned legs.

"Christen your floor? You've been living here for years," She laughed, but she lifted her legs to help him remove her shorts.

"Ain't never had a bitch back here before," He retorted and he watched the smug smirk that crossed Audrey's features. She laid back, watching Mac stare at the small black lace panties he loved so much, barely covering what she had to offer.

"I'll be the first and last then," She murmured, more so to herself.

He slid his coarse hands up her thighs, squeezing them firmly as he reached the flimsy material of her panties. He grabbed them, smirking as Audrey lifted her hips in anticipation. He pulled them down, flinging them across the room. He kept his eyes on Audrey, lifting his thumb to his mouth and sucking it before softly grazing it across her sensitive nub. Her eyelids fluttered and her hips involuntarily lifted.

Mac lowered himself to the floor, resting on his stomach while throwing one of her legs over his shoulders. "I've been thinkin' too much about this," Mac admitted, his mouth was so close to her centre, she could feel his breath. Goosebumps rose on her skin and she shuddered. "-about what I want to do to you."

Audrey closed her eyes, she could feel Mac's facial hair scratching her skin. "Do what you want," Audrey moaned.

Mac made a small noise of amusement before his tongue darted out and swiped from the bottom of her slit to the top of her nub. She whimpered softly, and Mac kept his tongue flat against her, pressing down hard as she wriggled beneath him. He slowly slid his tongue against her, her eyes popped open and he didn't break eye contact while he tasted her juices.

Her hand instinctively found his hair where it held him tightly in place. He closed his lips around her clit, sucking it while he kept her hips locked in position. He closed his eyes, completely wrapped up in his work. He was quickly building the fire inside of her stomach, her back arched and she tilted her head back.

He felt her clench around his fingers and he groaned, vibrating against her and she squirmed in delight. He worked harder, this time with more hunger. He nuzzled and nipped at her, increasing his speed to make her pant loudly and slowing down until she was breathless with want. He added one, and then two digits to the mix, making her moan his name loudly.

He loved the way it rolled off her tongue, and he curled up his fingers, making her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth drop open. She felt her orgasm climbing from the tip of her toes to the hair on her head. He angled his two digits upwards, stroking the spot that made her cry out. He sucked her clit in firmly and she gasped out a warning before her back arched off the ground.

Her thighs clamped around his head and her hand tightened in his hair. He held her down, riding out her orgasm while emptying her of anything she had left. He grazed his teeth against her nub, eliciting a loud groan from her. He climbed up her body and crashed his lips against hers. She moaned against his tongue, tasting herself in his mouth. He pressed his hips down against her sensitive core and she whimpered.

He was surprised when she flipped him over, hovering over him before she sidled down his body and lingered at his jeans. He stared down at her, watching her claw his jeans down his legs and grab him impatiently through his boxers. He groaned, his throbbing cock in need for her touch. She smirked up at him, tongue darting out to lick him through the cotton fabric.

He grunted, and she grazed her teeth ever-so lightly over his shaft. He groaned even louder and Audrey grinned to herself, having discovered another small kink in Mac's impressive list. She tugged his boxers down, giving him a painfully slow stroke while she tongued the head of him.

Audrey placed her tongue against the base of him and slowly licked her way up the length of him. She watched as his breath shortened and his lips parted with anticipation. She flicked her tongue at his head again, sliding her hand down the path her tongue had just taken. She kissed the tip of him, her wide eyes almost seeming too innocent for the act, and then she parted her lips and took as much as she could of him.

His stomach tensed and his breath caught in his throat. She moved only half way up, before going back down. Each time she bobbed up further, she only take him in deeper. He watched her cheeks concave with the force of her suck and he swore he nearly lost it then. His head fell back and his hand created a fist, smacking against the floor to stop himself from exploding in her mouth.

She could taste the slick salt of pre-cum in the back of her throat. She sucked on his tip, milking him while her palm rolled his ball in a delicious pace. She glanced up at him, moaning slightly at the look on his face. His eyes were squeezed closed while his mouth parted in pleasure. His hand fell to her head, instinctively holding her hair back as his eyes forced themselves open to look down at her.

Her head bobbed back up and twirled around his head. Her eyes locked with his and she knew that he was close, she gave him a wink before she took in him all the way in, her nose brushing against his stomach. His hand tightened in her hair and he let out a guttural sound, exploding white ribbons down her throat as she massaged his balls and milked him dry.

She let him go with a resounding 'pop', releasing him from her velvety throat and swallowing the excess fluids in her mouth. He watched her flop onto her stomach beside him, a satisfied sigh escaping her mouth. Silence enveloped them, both spent and content to lie on the ground.

"Mac?" Audrey muttered. He grunted in reply and she looked over at him, "Were you really thinking of buying the towns garage once?" She asked, genuinely curious. Mac glanced over at her.

"Yeah. Why?"

Audrey shrugged, "I just want you to know that I believe you could run it." She revealed.

Mac observed her for a moment, trying his best to find any lie in what she said. When he found none, he sat up in brief surprise. Now Mac wasn't a sappy man, in fact the thought of Mac having the least amount of interest in emotions was comical, but no one exactly had any belief or encouragement for Mac. Ever. So Mac lent over and planted a kiss on her lips, the most gentlest kiss she'd ever received from him.

"I think you earned yourself another round in the bedroom," Mac murmured.

Audrey rolled her eyes, she understood Mac well enough not to press him on matters. She rose from their living room floor and glanced down at Mac. "Come and get it then," She purred as she raced into their bedroom.

And he most certainly did.

#

More than a week passed, when Walter caught wind of Mac's new roommate. He had become so enraged that he had forced Devon to watch Mac to see if it was true. It had been hours since he last saw Devon, and he perked up when Devon's van pulled into Luna Mesa's parking lot. He watched with agitation as Devon strolled back into the tavern, a grimace on his face.

"Yeah, it's true." He announced.

Walter slammed his fists down on the bar top, rage settling in his features at the stupidity of his son. "Didn't I warn him not to get close to her?" He snarled, he eyed Devon expectantly. "Has all that meth gone to his head or did I breed a moron for a son,"

Devon lounged against the bench lazily, "No, he's just mesmerised by consensual sex." He murmured.

Walter didn't even crack a smile, he glared out the window. "She won't get in the way of our business again," He hissed. He stormed over to the phone hanging off the wall, snatching it up and dialling up a certain number.

"Who are you calling?" Devon asked curiously. He lent forward in keen anticipation, admittedly he had a sick pleasure of seeing Walter angry at Mac. It reaffirmed that he was indeed the favourite son and he could do no wrong.

"A person who will be interested in her location," He snapped.