“Yes, Tate, just like that.”
And then I’m closing my mouth around her swollen clit, suckling gently to test the waters, see if this is what she means, and it must be because her thighs clamp around my head. Her fingers thread through my hair as she cries out for me, and I start sucking a little bit harder, just to see how she likes it.
“Fuuuck,” she groans, a deep rumble from her chest as she grits her teeth. Like a little growl that sends my heart racing.
I’m going to come, I can feel it getting closer as I rub myself against the bed, bucking my hips unsteadily. I can barely breathe as she squeezes me in a vice grip between her thighs, and nothing has ever turned me on more. In seconds, she’s trembling and twitching, back arching off the bed slightly before she’s sagging into the mattress, her entire body relaxing as she lets me go.
And the sight alone of her trying to catch her breath after her orgasm has me reaching mine. I come all over the comforter as I groan into the side of her leg, burying my face there as I writhe and jerk through my climax.
“S-shit,” I stutter, swallowing thickly as I try to catch my breath. “I didn’t mean to?—”
Maeve is pushing off the mattress, maneuvering on her knees toward me as she brings her mouth to mine, before I can even finish my sentence. Her arms envelope around my neck as she deepens the kiss, pressing her breasts against my chest, and making me almost forget completely that I just came all over the poor sheets.
“Did you just come from eating me out?” she pants between kisses, a wide smile taking over her lips before she laughs softly. “I think…that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
“Really?” I rasp into her mouth.
She pulls back. “Yes, Tate. No one’s ever…”
That’s not possible. She can’t mean…
“Ever…” I repeat, trailing off.
“Been so turned on from giving me pleasure that they,” she pauses, biting at her lip, “ you know.”
My eyebrows practically shoot into my hairline. “Guys don’t get turned on by that?”
The laugh that escapes her is so light, it’s like music to my ears. Maeve beams up at me, her eyes all squinty, as she tightens her arms around my neck. She’s been doing that a lot, like it’s second nature to her, and I secretly hope that never stops.
“No, most of them don’t,” she says after a moment, her smile slowly fading. “Most of them are selfish. Taking but never giving…but not you.”
We stare at each other for a moment, blinking slowly, as I process her words. I can’t fathom how anyone could see aperson they’re attracted to in one of their most vulnerable states, shaking and moaning and… Guys aren’t turned on bythat?
“I know you might be tired now,” she whispers, giving me another small smile, shaking off wherever her mind just went. “We could sleep, if you wanted.”
Sleep.
But it wouldn’t be sleeping, would it?
It would be me laying there, all night, thinking about the reality of my life right now. The reality I’m trying really hard not to think about, that I’m trying to avoid. Because I know the moment I have nothing distracting me, it’ll seep back in.
“No,” I tell her,” I don’t wanna sleep. I won’t be able to. I-I’ll just lay there and think about everything, and I don’t want to do that.”
“Avoiding it won’t make you feel better,” Maeve murmurs.
“Maybe not,” I agree, “but you do.”
Her face softens exponentially, but her brows knit as she cocks her head at me. She doesn’t say anything, she just looks at me, her eyes darting all over my face. Searching for something.
“Do you at least need a break?” she asks after a moment, raising her eyebrow as she shoots me a faint smirk.
No.
Just the thought alone of what’s to come makes my cock hard again, brushing against her stomach, twitching when she gawks down at it.
“I guess not.” I laugh breathlessly.
“Jesus Christ, Clark,” she breathes as she presses a kiss to my mouth, a soft laugh bursting from her lips and reverberating against mine. “You like me that much?”
