I hook my hands around her hips and tug her up into me. “You think you can put your hand on my cock during game night and just… get away with it?”
Her gasp is sharp, wicked, delicious.
“I was just multitasking,” she breathes, not even pretending to be sorry.
I crash my mouth into hers before she can smirk again. She melts into me instantly—hot, hungry, insistent—and I kiss her like we’re not in a five-star sleep pod with reinforced walls and a memory foam mattress that costs more than my first guitar.
I slide one hand under her borrowed band tee, find warm skin and the flutter of her ribs. She’s soft and arching, her hands already in my shirt, in my hair, clutching like she’s falling and I’m the only anchor left.
The mattress barely shifts beneath us—custom suspension, built to handle whatever chaos we throw at it. Good. Because I’m about to ruin her.
“Gotta stay quiet,” I whisper against her lips, nipping her lower one.
She breathes back, “Then don’t make me scream.”
Fucking hell.
My hand slides beneath the waistband of her skirt, and she gasps into my neck.
“You’re soaked,” I growl, my voice low and already losing control.
“I blame you,” she whispers, kissing my jaw, biting my earlobe. “You and your stupid voice and your hands and your fuckingsmirk.”
I slide her skirt down her thighs and toss it aside like it offended me. Her panties go next. She’s panting now, and my fingers work her slowly—deep, controlled, cruel in the way that makes her writhe.
“Fuck,” she whispers, fisting the edge of the pillow. “Max—”
“Yeah, baby,” I murmur. “Just like that.”
Her thighs are trembling already and I justknowshe is already on the edge.
“I want you to fall apart for me,” I whisper, my voice thick, lips brushing her ear. “Right here. Right now.”
She tries to hold on. I can feel it in the way her body fights the wave.
But I don’t let her.
I rub her just right, dragging every little broken sound out of her until she grabs the pillow andshoves her face into it—just in time.
Because when she comes, it’s not quiet.
It’sferal.
I hear the muffled scream against the cushion, feel the way she clenches around my fingers, how her whole body goes taut and then shudders apart. She clings to me like I’m the only real thing left in the world.
And maybe I am.
I kiss her thigh, then her hip, then crawl back up and press my mouth to her jaw, her temple, her cheek. She’s still catching her breath, blinking like she’s not sure what planet she’s on.
I slide my hand up her side. “Didn’t even last two minutes,” I tease her.
She smacks my chest blindly.
I just laugh, but then go quiet. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my voice thick with admiration.
She rolls her eyes, but there’s a flush to her cheeks that betrays her pleasure at the compliment. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” she says.
I chuckle, standing to shed my shirt and unbuckle my belt. My cock is hard, throbbing with anticipation, and I can see her eyes darken as she takes in the sight of me. “Oh, I think it’ll get me exactly where I want to be,” I reply, stepping out of my pants and boxers.
