Who: Gretel and Mac Where: Room above the pub What: The morning after When: Sunday morning Rating: High for naked fun and language. Open: No Status: Narrative/logged
Mac groaned as the sunlight streamed through the small window in the room. He didn't want to wake up yet, but he was given no choice. He sat up slowly, his head pounding from the hangover. He had cuts and bruises from the fight intermingled with scratches and bite marks from the wild night that followed. He groaned again as he stretched. He was sore all over and he actually liked it.
Gretel groaned as the sunlight hit her head and she realised she was sore all over. Her body was littered with finger-shaped bruises and there was a pleasant ache between her thighs that she hadn’t felt properly in nearly ten years. She reached up and rubbed her eyes at the slight headache she had and felt him move next to her, last night suddenly coming back to her in a blur. “Oh. Right.” She mumbled and yawned widely.
"Morning." Mac chuckled softly as he got to his feet. He stretched again, trying to get all the kinks worked out.
She sighed and rolled over on the bed, looking at him stretch, “God, you’re a morning person, aren’t you?” Gretel watched him stretch; he was still made of pure muscle and gorgeous so it was nice to wake up to, at least.
Mac smiled at her. "I'm a farm boy. Of course I'm a morning person." He chuckled and sat down on the side of the bed. "You did do a pretty good job of wearing me out, though. I'm usually up before dawn."
Gretel grinned and trailed her fingers over his muscles, stretching out her arms and legs just a little, “You gave as good as you got.” She chuckled, sitting up in bed, “This was good. Definitely needed.” She was never much good at awkward small-talk.
"I definitely needed that." Mac nodded, smiling a little. "You ever want another sparring match, just let me know." He winked at her and got to his feet, looking around for his clothes.
She chuckled again and swung her legs off the bed, stretching out, "Same to you. It's been a long time but you were good." Gretel picked up her bra from the floor, slipping in on and getting up to find her other clothes.
Mac watched her for a minute, kicking his lips as he checked out her ass. "You were good, too."
“Thanks.” Gretel found her panties and slid them on, pulling up her pants at the same time. “Just drop me a line if you want to meet up for a … battle again.” She grinned, zipping up her pants and grabbing her dusty blouse.
Mac nodded, looking for his pants. "You know, I really ain't gotta be anywhere any time soon." He looked at her.
Gretel laughed, “You think you can do what you did to me last night again already? Nobody’s got stamina that good.” She shrugs on her blouse but leaves it undone, running her hands up his chest, “Tempting though.”
"Maybe not quite as good as last night but I can definitely give it another go." He smiled and lightly ran his fingers over one of her breasts.
She shivered a little and looped her arms over his shoulders, “Sure you won’t be missed?” Gretel leaned up onto her toes and kissed his neck where she’d bitten it the night before.
Mac smiled and slid his arms around Gretel's waist under her open shirt. "Not for a couple hours at least."
"You even taste like apples, Blondie." she licked at the bite mark she'd just made on his neck. "I kind of like it."
Mac moaned and tilted his head to the side just a bit. He slid his hands up her back to unclasp her bra. "Think you need to get this off." He chuckled slightly. He was learning that he liked it a little on the rough side. Something he'd only gotten from Gretel.
Gretel sighed and let her hands drop so she could take off her blouse and bra, “Now what?” she leaned back, looking up at him with mischief in her eyes, “What are you going to do to me, Blondie?”
"First I gotta get these pants off of you." He smirked. "How about you lay down on the bed?"
Her eyes sparkled at the half-order, half-request but she kind of wanted to see that domineering side of him again. Usually, Mac was so softly spoken and gentle that it annoyed her but this side was exciting, “As you wish.” She backed away and laid on the bed in just her pants and panties.
Mac smiled and moved over to the bed. He was still completely naked, having not gotten his pants in hand. He crawled onto the bed above Gretel and kissed her belly before slowly working her pants down.
Her skin tingled where he kissed her and she lifted her hips for him to get her pants off, “So, at least you’re not drunk this time.” She grinned down at him, pushing off her pants and sliding her legs together, arms behind her head.
"That's very true." He chuckled. Mac moved up and took the waist band of her panties between his teeth. He hooked his fingers in either side and slowly pulled them down, slipping them off and tossing them aside. He then kissed and licked his way back up her body to her neck, sucking on her pulse point for a minute before whispering in her ear. "Roll onto your stomach."
She watched him with heavy lidded eyes and licked her lips, having the perfect view of the muscles in his shoulders rolling as he kissed her skin and made her moan. Gretel was sad to lose the view but did as he wanted and rolled over, folding her arms under her head. “Like the view?” she chuckled and wiggled her ass.
"It is very nice." He grinned and kissed the back of her neck before slowly running the tip of his tongue along her spine. He slid his hands up her thighs to her hips and lifted them up just a bit. "Don't mind trying something a little different, do you?"
She moaned and sighed happily, “Not when this is what you’re doing.” She shivered a little as he kissed and licked her skin, Gretel shifting her hips with his hands, “Feels amazing.”
He smiled and kissed her back again. "I can definitely keep that going." He kissed back up her back as he got into position, slowly pushing into her. He moaned as he sucked on the back of her neck.
She cried out at the tightness, leaning forward into the mattress, “Oh fuck.” Gretel bucked back into him a little, wanting this to last. “Mac…”
Mac moaned a little louder as he pushed all the way in. He kissed along her shoulder, gently biting every now and then. He started to thrust slowly, pulling almost completely out before pushing back in. It felt amazing.
She pushed up onto her elbows and knees, turning her head and looking at him with darkened eyes, “So good.” She moaned, pressing back into him as he moved slowly.
Mac smiled and shifted his hips as he kept thrusting into her. He started moving just a bit faster. "Feels real good." He licked his lips. Just to see her reaction, he pulled a hand back and smacked her ass.
Gretel cried out and her muscles clenched around his cock, an unexpected zing of pleasure spiking in her. “Oh God, do that again.” She panted into the mattress.
Mac's thrusts faltered slightly when she tightened around him, but then they grew faster. He pulled his hand back and smacked her ass again, this time hard enough to leave a bright red handprint. "You like that?"
She cried out again and hissed at the pain, faltering in her thrusts back onto him but still she clenched even harder around him. Gretel nodded furiously, “Yes, yes, yes… more...” she grunted.
Mac let out a loud moan and started thrusting even faster. He smacked her ass with each inward thrust. "Yes..."
Gretel cried out with every thrust, trembling as she got closer to the edge of something huge, “Pleasepleaseplease…” she begged, “Mac!”
Mac pulled almost completely out and slammed into her, thrusting harder, going deeper. He was now less concerned with speed. He leaned down and bit her shoulder as he kept thrusting.
At the pain of the bite, she came like a vice around him, screaming out his name as she did, “MAC! YES!” Gretel crumbled onto the mattress as her knees buckled, her legs almost failing her completely if not for being anchored to him.
Her orgasm triggered his own and he growled deep in his chest as he came. He kept thrusting for a few more minutes, then collapsed on top of her, panting heavily. "Well....damn." He chuckled between breaths.
“Yeah.” She chuckled, moving her hips so he slipped out of her and then laying on her back next to him, sore and exhausted. “I never thought I’d like … that. What is that called? When you hit my ass?”
Mac rolled onto his back beside her, chuckling softly. "It's called spanking." He grinned. "Only way to find out if you like something is to try it first."
“Well I definitely like spanking,” she giggled, trailing her fingertip over his abs. “I don’t know much about sex, honestly. It was never a priority. When you…” she thought about her words, “Ate me, last night? I’ve never had that done before.”
"Really?" He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Did you do anything beyond the fella being on top?"
Gretel shook her head, looking Mac straight in the eye, “He was… just very insistent and I was an idiot, that’s all.” She looked up to the ceiling.
"Well, looks like we got a lot of exploring to do then." He smiled, then leaned over and kissed her quickly on the lips. "For right now, though, I gotta get home and get cleaned up a bit." He got up and stretched again, the bent down to pick up his jeans.
She stretched out on the bed before getting up to find her clothes again. “I better get going too. Not that Hansel would notice I was gone these days.” She muttered, slipping on her panties and pants again.
Once he got his jeans on, Mac turned to look at Gretel. "I'm sure he noticed. But maybe he also knows you can handle yourself pretty well. And that you'd call if you got into real trouble." He shrugged before picking up his shirt.
She clipped her bra on and pulled on her blouse, buttoning it up, “Yeah well, whatever.” Gretel shrugged, smoothing down her clothes. “See you round, Mac.”
"Catch ya later, sugar cube." Mac smiled as he pulled his shirt on. He was definitely going to be calling her again at some point. He had some research to do first, though.