Still Sixteen
Reggie wiggles in her bed. She can't sleep for knowing Mac is back. His body brushing against hers at the bar has aroused her unbearably. She wants nothing more than to go to him but knows she can't. She tosses and turns for what feels like hours before finally drifting into a light doze.
The next day sees her walking down to Mac's but his truck is not there. She goes back the next day and the next more than once. Then the next and the next but he is never there. His doors are locked, there is no answer to her knocks. When she sneaks to the phone of an evening once her mother is in bed there is no answer on his phone either, no matter how many times she lets it ring.
As the weeks pass, she begins to wonder. Where is he? The question runs around in her brain on a loop. Is he okay, why had he not seen her before leaving again? Did she do something wrong? Reggie becomes despondent, lethargic, barely getting out of bed in during the day. She needs Mac like she needs to breathe, his leaving her without a word of warning has taken part of her with him. The part of her that has been wrapped up in him since she was ten years old.
And one night she dreams of him, his hard mouth clamping down on hers, taking her breath as he leans over her in bed. His tongue thrusting into her mouth so rough she can barely breathe. And then he is gone, his mouth moving down her neck, kissing and licking at her, driving her insane. She squirms on her bed, trying to touch herself but he grabs her hands and imprisons them above her head in one of his, then his other ghosts over her breasts, she is naked beneath her sleeping shirt.
In her dream Reggie finds her breasts taken into his mouth, his tongue biting and sucking at her over her nightshirt. And then Mac is pulling it, bunching it up in his hand, up over her legs, over her hips and stomach and up over her breasts, exposing them to his gaze. The moon gives enough light she can see his eyes gazing at her with a look that is telling her he owns her. Stopping for a few seconds Mac looks down at her. And then he smiles making Reggie think of a dog sinking its fangs into another dog's neck and ripping it apart. Then slowly, so slowly she can see and know what he's going to do he lowers his head to her breasts, closing his mouth around one of her nipples. And he sucks.
Arching her back off the bed on a moan Reggie wonders hazily how she can feel so much in her dream. And then Mac's voice is in her dream ear. "Quiet pretty girl, can't have anyone hear us or I'll get in trouble and you don't want to get me in trouble do you?" Reggie finds herself murmuring negatively and then she feels something soft in her mouth. Mac has pushed her rucked up sleeping shirt into her mouth. Then his mouth comes down over it, kissing her through the shirt. It is dirty and filthy and oh so right that he binds her and kisses her for accepting it.
Swooping back down to her breasts Mac draws the other one into his mouth sucking strongly again. And then without warning he bites down on Reggie's nipple. Hard, bruising. Reggie arches off the bed again and again she moans, this time it is muffled by her shirt and Mac's other hand coming up to cover the shirt. But he doesn't stop, continually sucking and then biting at her nipple until it is swollen and aching. And then he stops and looks down on it with an approving growl. When he blows on it Reggie thrashes on the bed as the breeze hurts her just that little bit more. The burn between her legs intensifies. She rubs her thighs together trying to ease it but Mac catches on and moves his leg between hers, not high enough she can ride him, just enough to imprison her. To make her want him and the relief only he can truly give that much more.
Moving to her other nipple Mac repeats the process making Reggie nothing but a mass of wanting nerves. In her dream she feels her wetness as Mac slides his hand from her mouth down the centre of her body, dipping briefly in her belly button before flicking out with a scrape of his nail making her flinch. Then continuing down through her curls to slide inside her. Dream Reggie feels his mouth come down on hers through the cloth in her mouth muffling his own groan this time. She can tell she is wet, Mac moves his fingers over her clit and Reggie tries to thrust against his thigh unsuccessfully. And then he moves them down further, stopping for a few seconds before his mouth comes down on hers again, tongue somehow winding under her gag to flick against hers. And as Reggie's tongue flicks back he rams his fingers into her violently even as his thumb circles her clit.
Her orgasm explodes through her and she screams into her gag, into Mac's mouth. And he rams his fingers into her again and she tries to move away from him but she can't. Her eyes fly open and she sees him above her. It's not a dream. Her brain it too fogged with arousal and pain to comprehend that he is truly here, in her bed, making her come so violently. His fingers twist inside her and she who has never had anything inside her other than her own questing fingers tries to move away from him. He is not gentle, deliberately scraping his nails against her walls. This hurt isn't a good hurt.
"What's the matter pretty girl? Don't like this hurt? It doesn't feel good?" Mac stops moving his fingers though he keeps them inside her as he looks down. Reggie shakes her head at him and he just smiles. Then he pulls away and sits up reaching for something on her night table. Smokes, he lights one and inhales deeply and Reggie thinks she'll have to air the room so her mother doesn't smell it. She's thankful her father and Devon haven't yet come to Cainville for the summer. And then Mac looks down at her over his shoulder with the cigarette in his mouth and he draws in on it making the tip glow like a demon's eye in the darkness before he removes it and sucks on his fingers, mixing her taste with the cigarette smoke still in his mouth. His eyes never leave hers as he does so.
And Reggie knows. He did do that to her mother, he'd burned her breasts, he'd assaulted her all those years ago. She breathes in deeply herself. Her hands raising to pull her sleep shirt out of her mouth as she takes in air like a fish out of water. Because that is what she is. Completely and helplessly out of her depth. "Scared pretty girl?" Mac's question is mocking, he knows she's panicking about something though he doesn't know what. "Don't like what I'm making you feel?" And he is back leaning down taking her mouth again. His own mouth tasting rancid and bitter this time. Something like revulsion stirs in Reggie and she tastes defeat on her own tongue. Defeat because she cannot help but respond to him. When he's with her it doesn't matter what he's done to anyone else, not even her own mother. The feelings Mac stirs in her are beyond compare. She is addicted to him, he is her drug.
Kissing him back Reggie pushes the memories of her mother's burns out of her mind. It is easy, she has only ever seen them once. Her mother never let her see them again. Never mentioned them again to Reggie. Sobbing against Mac's mouth she chases his with hers as he pulls away. "Crying pretty girl? I scare you that much? Maybe you are smart after all." Despite his words she feels his free hand brush through her hair, smoothing it away from her forehead. "Gonna tell me what the problem is?" Still smoking he leans over her, the cigarette drawing Reggie's attention again. And suddenly she wants to shock him, to push him off kilter, to play with Mac as she knows he does with her.
"I know what you do with those" She jerks her head at the cigarette. In the combination of moonlight and cigarette light Reggie sees one of his eyebrows raise at her tone. She has never used this tone of voice with him before.
"Yeah? Like this?" Drawing on the cigarette Mac pulls it out of his mouth and leans down kissing Reggie again and as he does so he breathes out, pushing the smoke into her lungs, she feels a slight movement over her head as she tries not to breathe in the poison Mac has pushed from his body to hers. But then his hand has moved down and his fingers stab into her again, his thumb brushing lightly over her clit. And Reggie gasps, taking in the smoke and groaning against Mac's mouth as he laughs at her arousal being so easy for him. And this time he is rougher, scratching her, the nail of his thumb digging into her clit. Reggie smells iron in the air and knows he's made her bleed. But she can't help her response, he has trained her too well.
The burning cigarette is now held in his hand above her head, Mac's mouth possesses Reggie's like the devil she now knows him to be. Her back arches off the bed and despite the pain inside her body and inside her heart she comes for him again as he laughs against her mouth. "There's my pretty girl. You come so good for Mac, you just may make me love you, you know." He chuckles again as his fingers slowly stop scratching at her and he leans up and over across Reggie to stub out his cigarette. Reggie can't help nuzzling his arm as it passes her and Mac freezes looking down at her quizzically.
"You still like me pretty girl?" Reggie looks up at him.
"Why wouldn't I like you?" She questions him.
"Because you said know what else I use my smokes for." And then he sits up, "Are you truly that fucked in the head? Do you want me to do that to you?" His question is whispered and that makes it all the harsher. Reggie curls away from him on the bed and he swears at her. He swears again and leans down behind her. Reggie feels him pull her to him. She is unresisting. She is unresisting in anything Mac will do to her. Ever.
"What's wrong pretty girl? Tell me now." He strokes his hand over her hair and down her neck and shoulder to rest on her hip.
"You burned my mother." The words are finally out, she has said them aloud. If she wasn't so conscious of Mac's movement, so aware of him she wouldn't have felt the infinitesimal hitch in his breathing. And she knows she is right. He had done that to her mother. "Did you fuck her too?" Her whole body is tense, waiting for his answer, praying it is no, she doesn't want him to have done that with her mother. Not Mac. She doesn't question why, Mac has already trained her, but he is hers too, or he will be soon. And she won't share him with her mother. For the first time in her life Reggie feels resentment toward her mother, resentment that she'd done something intimate with Mac. He was hers.
"No, no pretty girl, I never fucked your mother. Don't mean she hasn't fucked us all though." He murmurs the last sentence so low Reggie barely hears it.
"What do you mean?" She tries to turn but he refuses to let her move.
"Never you mind, not time for you to know, if ever." She tries to protest but Mac suddenly turns her head awkwardly and kisses her again, his taste has improved and Reggie moans into his mouth, his earlier punishment of her forgotten. And then he bites her lip, this is the hurt she loves, this hurt is good. Sliding down the bed Mac drops sucking bites all over her torso and pelvis, littering her with bruises. And then he pulls Reggie to her back and is between her legs. Reggie gasps as she sees his face there, smirking at her. Then he looks her. The way the moonlight highlights him it's almost like he sees her clearly, as if he can see in the dark like a predator. Her mind shies away from the whisper that he is a predator, one who will devour her and leave nothing but bones for the vultures to pick over in the coming years.
Mac leans down and kisses her on her curls and Reggie tries to shut her legs on him but he uses his forearms to push her thighs apart as he speaks. "No, you're mine everywhere pretty girl, especially here." His fingers wind inside her as he speaks and Reggie finds herself trying to push down, trying to get more of him inside her. And then Mac kisses her there, on her clit. His tongue flicks over her and Reggie can't help the moan that comes from her mouth. She pulls her nightshirt back into her mouth before Mac can say anything. He praises her. "Good girl, you know what you need to do now, stay silent or you'll get me in trouble." He licks at her again and Reggie thrashes on the bed, her earlier pain forgotten in the pleasure he is seeping her in now. His fingers inside her stretch and push against her walls but his nails don't scrape her. And then they push against something and she nearly flies off the bed as pleasure causes her to explode again as Mac continues to flick his tongue against her clit, and then he simply puts his mouth over it and sucks her through her continuing orgasms.
His fingers repeatedly brushing that spot in her that causes lights to flash behind her eyes. Reggie's thighs close around Mac's ears, her legs drape his shoulders and her heels press on him, trying to get him closer to her. Her back arches off the bed as her hands twist in her sheets. Her pleasure is blinding. She can only think of one word. And it is a word she repeats over and over to Mac as he laughs at her, tangling his fingers inside her and still brushing that spot.
"More."
Eventually Reggie's abdomen starts to cramp and she stops clasping Mac to her. Her hands unwind from the sheets and she moves them to his head her fingers winding into his hair as she pulls him up. Mac obeys and leaning up he drops a kiss on her stomach as he crawls up her, resting between her legs. Reggie feels his hardness there and she rubs against it unashamedly. "Want it." She says to him.
"Not eighteen yet girl." He pushes into her however and ruts her with his jeans between them.
"Don't care. You want me, I can tell," She smiles at him like a siren and Mac groans into her neck.
"Don't fucking tempt me." He pushes further down on her and his mouth covers hers as he ruts toward his own orgasm. And when he comes Reggie exults in the fact that she causes it.
Reggie smiles into his neck as he breathes heavily and before she has realised what she is doing she bites down on Mac's neck and sucks. As her teeth clamp down Mac laughs at her, he actually laughs at her and Reggie finds this infuriating. She brings her teeth together on his neck, trying as hard as she can to take a bite out of him. She has no idea where this need came from but she heeds it, she needs to mark Mac as hers as no one else ever has or ever will.
Mac rears up with Reggie still clamped around him and she laughs now even as she continues to bite. His hands try to drag her off but he is not successful. And then he bites down on her own neck and Reggie groans at the pleasure-pain that shoots through her, her arousal is complete again. Mac eventually manages to pull her off him pushing her down on the bed and his hand swings out smacking her across the face. He straddles her and one of his hands winds around her neck and squeezes.
All Reggie can do is smile. Because she sees the blood dripping down his neck onto his shirt. "Cunt, you think you're fucking funny?" She can tell he is furious with her, wanting to hit her again and keep hitting her. It only makes her smile more. His eyes narrow at her and he moves straddling her abdomen and sitting on her, putting his full weight on her, deliberately restricting her breathing.
But Reggie won't stop smiling, she can't and she doesn't know why. She only knows that seeing what she has done to Mac is making her feel so good, she is gleeful. Leaning over Mac grabs his smokes and lights one, he sits back and inhales making the tip glow again and the first tremor of unease snakes down Reggie's spine. She tells herself he won't do it to her, she was different. Mac cared about her, he'd never cared about her mother like he did her. But she doesn't say anything. Out of the blue a voice inside her tells her to never ever beg for anything from this man.
Mac smokes half of it just staring at her, watching her look back up at him. He was trying to intimidate her but for some reason seeing his blood still dripping was giving Reggie courage. She had done that, she had marked him as no other female had done. As no other female would ever do.
"Mine." She says softly as Mac smokes and looks down at her. He narrows his eyes until they're just slits. She can't even tell if they're actually open in the little light. Then she realises dawn is breaking as a crimson slash crosses face. Mac looks over at the window as well. Then he looks back at Reggie.
"Yours huh pretty girl?" Reggie merely nods. She doesn't need to say anything, her smile says it all. "Think you can keep up with me then?" Reggie nods again. She knows she can. Whatever he gives her she can take, more she wants to take it, needs to take it. Mac is hers and hers alone, or he will be.
Mac looks down at Reggie and he, feels something for her. Desire yes, that had always been there, but now he feels…pride. He is proud of her. And that pride made him want her even more. She had not only taken what he'd given her she'd come back for more. And he wouldn't deny that jealous possessive streak she'd shown over her mother had fucking turned him on. He was right, she was as fucking twisted as he and her dipshit brother. She was just prettier about it. He leans over again stubbing out the cigarette and brushes his fingers over his neck.
"Fucking cunt." He says to her as he feels the blood. She only continues to smile. And for the first time in his life someone besides Walter causes mental unease in his mind. She shouldn't be smiling, he was fucking dangerous, she needed to realise that. Mac wants with every breath to fuck her so hard he tears her to shreds but he won't. He needs to be careful. Her scent calls to him even more now she is so ripe. He needs to go back to the fucking town he's been working in for his father and fix up the distribution network and then stay away the rest of the summer. But he needs to be careful. Keep an eye on her, keep track of her. He looks down at her and then swoops down kissing her mercilessly, bruising her lips and then moving his mouth down her neck where he sucks at her skin. Reggie moans under him. Moving a hand back behind him Mac moves it inside her. She is already wet again, He flicks it over her clit, fast and furious wanting to make her come quick. He has to go.
As Reggie explodes underneath him he pulls back so he can watch her face. She is fucking beautiful. And marked by him now too. No sooner has Reggie finished coming than Mac gets off her, standing and stretching. He palms his cock in its sticky mess inside his jeans sighing as he realises he can't take the time to clean up. He needs to be back on the road. He shouldn't have come home tonight at all. His old man had been fucking pissed. But as he looks down at Reggie Mac wants a more permanent mark. She is young, lithe and unblemished as she stretches on the bed smoothly. And without a word Mac kneels at the bedside and then leans down to her pelvis.
Before his mouth touches her skin he looks up at Reggie, "My turn pretty girl, turnabout is fair play after all. No noise now." And he bites her, no he gnaws at her skin, ripping at it with his teeth, making sure he breaks it, causing a scar that Reggie will live with forever. He is sure the pain is agonizing, his had been and he knows what he's doing to her is ten times worse, but beyond a gasp and her own hands stuffing her shirt back in her mouth she makes no sound though she moves on the bed.
And what she does next nearly slays him. One of her hands lowers and cups the back of his head pressing him harder to her, wanting him to bite her harder, mark her harder. And so he does, drinking her blood, his blood, their blood as it wells and leaves her body. Then he stops and leans up kissing Reggie and passing his last mouthful of blood to her. She swallows it, like Mac thinks she's going to swallow him next summer.
And then they both freeze as Reggie's mother gets up, going to the bathroom. They stay still and silent as she moves back to the bedroom. And then there is silence again. Mac leans down licking their blood off Reggie's lips.
"Got to go pretty girl, don't know if I'll be back again before you leave at the end of summer." He kisses her, winding his tongue in her mouth as she makes a negative sound.
"I'll find someone to keep you company though. But no playing with them, okay?" Reggie nods at him.
"Don't need to when I've got you." She smiles at him, her teeth red and stained from their shared blood. Mac looks down at her, blood on her nearly everywhere, bruises on her neck, her lips too. And his, completely and utterly his. He doesn't recognise the feeling welling inside him as happiness that he owns someone, happiness that this person before him is not only his, but wants to be his. He doesn't realise that this person before him has the power to change him, to make him a better person.
Mac is who he is, whether he could change that, he doesn't want to. Leaning down one more time Mac takes a kiss Reggie gives him freely. And then he leaves her.
Reggie rolls over in her bed hugging her pillow to her and drifts off to sleep. She is woken hours later by her mother banging on her door saying she is going out for lunch and will bring something back for Reggie but she'd better be up and showered before she gets back or else. Reggie yells an affirmative and sits up. She is sore. Her eyes light on the bedside table. Mac's used cigarette butts are there. Heading to the toilet she decides to shower as well, she loves smelling like Mac, but that's not something she will share with her mother.
In the bathroom Reggie runs the shower and without having looked at herself in the mirror she takes off her nightshirt and gets in. As the water heats, parts of her body start to sting. Looking down Reggie gapes at the bite mark on her pelvis. It is just above her pubic hair and its deep, still oozing blood. Her eyes widen as she gets out of the shower running to her bedroom where she has a full length mirror. Her lips are bruised and puffy, her neck. Shit! She has three hickeys on her neck. And her breasts, they're bruised as well though the bite marks there haven't broken the skin. Reggie closes her eyes as she now realises why it had hurt to go to the toilet.
Walking back to the bathroom and getting in the shower again, Reggie turns it to cold and gasps through it as she washes her hair and conditions it and then soaps herself down. She lets the cold water run directly on Mac's bite mark and the cold water slows and stops the bleeding. Then she climbs out and finding some first aid stuff she tapes it up. Then she heads back to her bedroom and dresses. She puts on a scarf thankful she's always been one to wear them. Then she changes the sheets on her bed and puts them in the washing machine on cold and grabbing some clean ones she remakes it. Airing the room she picks up the cigarette butts and takes them outside, throwing them away behind the shed. The bite is throbbing. That isn't good. She hangs out the washing and does another load so it doesn't look weird thinking all the while.
Shit, she doesn't want to do this but can't think of anything else that would serve the same purpose. So she looks around the yard, thinking of plans. Eventually shaking her head at her stupidity Reggie goes to the half falling down shed on the property and starts kicking it in her bare feet. Rolling her eyes at herself she keeps going, over and over and then she does it. Her foot bursts through the wood and something even better happens. It scrapes along a rusty nail sticking out of it opening a long cut on her foot. Reggie pulls back cursing herself but knowing it's necessary. Then she limps inside, deliberately making sure she puts some weight on her foot so the cut gets dirty.
And she waits. In the kitchen with her foot propped on a chair with a towel and an icepack on her lips for their swelling. The pain increases and she lets her tears fall. She doesn't know why she's crying, it actually doesn't hurt that much.
Reggie doesn't realise she's not crying because her foot hurts. She's crying because her soul hurts.
A few hours later her mother returns home. When she sees Reggie and looks at her foot she takes her to the next town over where there is an ER. As she'd hoped the doctor gave her a tetanus shot and a prescription. On the way home her mother filled the prescription and stocked up on bandages. Reggie makde sure to take them to her bedroom when she got home. She is feeling relieved. She laughs to herself at the thought that Mac was animal enough she needed a tetanus shot.
As she and her mother are sitting down to dinner that evening they talk distantly. Reggie thinks she knows now why her mother is distant but doesn't want to talk about it with her. She is sure her mother would try to talk her out of Mac, she is surprised she hasn't done so already. She has never hidden her relationship with him from her parents. This makes her frown.
"What is it Reggie?"
"Nothing Mum, just tired, I didn't sleep much last night." Reggie is telling the truth.
"No, neither did I." Her mother answers. Reggie doesn't move in any way but she knows her mother is telling her she heard her, she wonders if her mother knows who she was with.
"Guess we should put you on birth control." Her mother's words are matter of fact.
Reggie just nods, it would be best. If she has her way the next time she sees Mac she won't come away a virgin.