After what feels like an eternity but isn’t more than about thirty seconds, the stress lines on her forehead disappear, and she rests her chin on my chest and nods. She goes lax against me, seemingly accepting what I’ve said. It’s heady, knowing I have that kind of effect on her.
We stay like that for a minute, soaking in the feel of one another. Eventually, though, Maya lets out a long laugh. “How hugging me can get you hard is beyond me.”
I hoped she wouldn’t notice, but with her body pressed against mine, it’s no wonder she does. “My dick always takes notice when you’re close.”
“Mm-hmm.” She snakes a hand down my chest and over my abs until she reaches the body part in question. “You know… I once read a book where the main characters fuck in a supply closet at a party.”
I school the surprise on my face, not wanting to appear too eager. “Sounds spicy.”
With a light squeeze of my cock, she nibbles on her lower lip. “You have no idea.”
Testing her resolve, I toy with the hem of her dress, gently guiding the fabric up her legs. I work it over her stomach and chest, and finally over her head and off completely, leaving her in just a lacy thong, bra, and those sexy-as-sin thigh-high leather boots. I’ve tasted and kissed every inch of her body, but it never fails to knock me breathless.
Neither of us says anything, not wanting to break the layer of anticipation the silence brings. I expertly unhook her bra, and when the heavy weight of her breasts spills into view, there’s no stopping the moan that escapes me.Goddamn. My fingers trail against her soft skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Replacing my fingers with my mouth, I kiss my way down her collarbone to her cleavage, then lock my lips around a nipple. I take my time tweaking, squeezing, and sucking on them until she’s rubbing her legs together.
Chuckling, I slip my hand between her thighs and drag my fingers over her clit in torturously slow circles. “Mmm. Already ready for me, baby?”
With her back arched like a goddamned vision, she nods. “God, yes.”
I don’t break eye contact as I lower to my knees, but once I’m in position, I drink her in.Fucking hell, she’s gorgeous. “I think we can get you wetter, don’t you?”
Without waiting for a response, I toss her leg over my shoulder, tug her thong to the side, and run my tongue along her pussy. I rhythmically flick at her clit, my movements quick but with the exact amount of pressure she loves. She grips the sides of my head as if she’s worried I’ll stop, and in return, I grasp her ass, tugging her tighter against my mouth, silently promising I’ll do no such thing. Hips rolling against my face, she moans. The faster I lick, the louder she gets, until her arousal is coating my chin and lips as she comes with a strangled cry.
Maya’s still catching her breath as I stand up, but I grip her hips and spin her around quickly. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
She shimmies out of her underwear, watching from over her shoulder as I unbutton my pants and take out my aching cock. Rubbing my thumb over the sensitive head, I take in the sight of her, wet and waiting for me. Her focus is fixed on my hands as I deftly roll on a condom. Thank fuck I had one stored in my wallet.
“This is gonna be fast and rough, baby.” Kissing her shoulder, I line myself up at her entrance and slide home. The tight squeeze of her pussy never fails to pull a desperate groan from deep in my chest.
Maya pushes her ass back, taking me deeper, and I welcome the invitation. Every time with her feels like the first time, and there’s no doubt in my mind I’ll be just as feral for her at age eighty as I am now.
Gripping her hips for leverage, I punch forward, moaning at the way she takes me so well. “This pussy is mine, isn’t it, baby? All fucking mine.”
“Ye-yes,” she chokes out, her core tightening around me.
“Good girl.”
The moans slipping through her lips, sensual and full of need, are an addiction that no treatment can cure. With a hand between her legs, I rub her already sensitive clit, spurred on by her cries of pleasure. I get lost in the sound of her moans, in the warmth of her skin, and the feel of her surrounding me. As my thrusts become sharper, I place one hand on the wall for leverage. The slight shift lets me hit Maya’s sweet spot, based on the way her jaw drops open and her walls clench tighter around me.
“Oh—” Her breath catches and her hips stutter, but I keep my pace steady as she explodes. She sinks her teeth into my forearm to muffle her shouts as she rides wave after wave of pleasure.
The way she grips me as she comes sets off my own release. My hips falter as I climax, panting into her neck and diving into the blissful feeling.
Breaths sawing in and out of her, she drops her head back into the crook of my neck. “That was?—”
“Hot.”
“I was going to say a major health code violation,” she laughs, “but hot works, too.”
I brush my lips against hers. “You ready to go back to the party?”
She nods. “Thanks for making me talk.”
“Thanks for making me happy.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
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