Chapter Eight Maya
Chapter Eight
Maya
“Jordan!” He blew on the insides of my legs, just quick, hot bursts of air, followed by long licks.
But those licks were only on my legs—the tops and sides, traveling as high as my bikini line and across, but never down the middle or between my thighs.
This was the ultimate tease. Like he was actually trying to torture me. “Please!”
I rested my arms on the bed and leaned up to look at him where he was kneeling on the floor in front of the mattress, my legs spread around him.
I didn’t know how long he’d been down there, circling like a plane unable to land—ten minutes, fifteen, thirty—but it felt like an eternity.
Especially since every one of my exhales ended in some kind of begging.
“Someone’s getting impatient.” His voice was as rough as a growl.
I couldn’t see his mouth; it was hiding in the far part of my thigh. But his eyes were enough, haunting as they stared at me, showing his true purpose.
His desire.
He’d promised dining, and he wasn’t joking.
This was a slow, winding suffering with no end in sight.
And unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“Aren’t you getting impatient?” I asked.
His laugh was a deep wave of air that hit me the hardest. “No. I’m right where I want to be. Smelling the scent that I’ve been craving since we fucked under the bridge.”
“You’re evil.”
He got up from the floor, my whole body revving like a Mustang, and went over to the couch where we’d been sitting before he’d stripped off my clothes and carried me to the bed.
He grabbed the glass of scotch he’d been drinking and sipped it while he walked back to me, returning to the same position.
“This is one of my favorite scotches.” He dipped his finger into the dark-amber liquid. “I like the smokiness and the way it bites my tongue.” A drip of booze dangled on his finger, and he held it over me, letting it fall.
I drew in a loud breath as it hit me.
A place I wasn’t expecting.
The very top of my clit, where he hadn’t yet touched.
Until now.
“Oh,” I sighed as it rolled down, down, down, and soaked into me.
The sensation wasn’t something I was prepared for. It wasn’t cold; there wasn’t any ice in his drink. It was more of a burning, a tingling—and strangely, I liked it.
His finger went back into the glass, and when he took it out, he aimed it over the same place. “Last night, when I was having a glass of this, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I’d rather be drinking your pussy. And over dinner—the food one—I thought to myself, Why not incorporate both?”
Even though I was prepared, when the liquor landed on me, I gasped. And I did it again as it ran and settled.
It only took a second before the feeling ignited.
Before it added to what was already pulsing.
“Is it a competition between the scotch and me? You know, which you’ll like better?”
He soaked his thumb in the booze, and when he pulled it out, he flicked it across my clit.
Softly. Slowly. But enough that I moaned from the friction.
“There is no competition, Maya. I’ll always choose your pussy.
” He wasn’t speaking to me. He was speaking directly to my pussy, his lips close but not touching it.
“Right now, I want both. I want to know what the scotch tastes like when it’s mixed with you.
” He held the glass over me. There was no more than a finger’s worth inside, but it was still shocking when he began to tip it toward me.
“You’re going to put . . . all of that on me?”
“And then I’m going to drink it off you.”
Once I felt the smoldering liquor, my neck leaned back, and my arms dropped, and I flattened against the bed. Unlike the previous drips, the feeling increased as he continued to empty the glass.
But the scotch wasn’t the only thing I felt.
There were his lips, too, planted at my base, catching the faucet of liquor washing down me.
“Oh my God, Jordan!”
That combination, along with the scruff on his cheeks that kept grazing me, the softness of his mouth, the way his hand held me like each finger was a padlock, made me moan, “Jordan,” over and over, squeezing the comforter, doing everything to keep my legs apart.
“This tastes better than anything I’ve ever put in my mouth.
” The glass clinked as he set it on the floor, and now that his other hand was free, he extended his arms across my stomach, palming my breasts.
“You’re fucking perfect, Maya.” While his tongue circled my entrance like he was wiping off the remaining booze, he pinched my nipples, rolling them, pulling them enough to make me arch.
“Please,” I cried.
I gripped his hair, urging him up.
That spot. It needed him.
“Tell me how badly you want me.” I felt his eyes on me, but I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t even think. “Tell me how badly your cunt needs me.”
My brain felt imprisoned. My body felt like it was being stretched to test how much patience I had, which normally was endless, but now there was none. Every part of me was throbbing. The only parts of me getting relief were my nipples, but the way he twisted them added to the ache between my legs.
“Jordan, I can’t wait another second.” I wasn’t nice to his hair. I turned it, pulled, did all but rip it from its roots as I tried to move him to the top of me.
“You can do better than that.”
He was enjoying this. I didn’t know if I hated him for that or loved him.
“Please!” I yelled.
“Do better.”
I leaned up, taking in only half of his face since the rest was hidden like before. His lips had to be hovering over my center. His hands were on the insides of my thighs. His nose exhaled enough air that I swore it was swishing inside me.
The pleading wasn’t working.
Neither was my desperation.
He wanted to be ordered, so I demanded, “Lick my pussy.” I removed my hand from his hair, returning it to my side to help hold myself up. “Do it right fucking now, Jordan.”
“You want me?”
“Yes!”
“And you need me?”
“God, yes!”
My eyes closed as his tongue slithered from my entrance all the way up to the peak of my clit.
It was a gradual swoop that gave me enough pressure to satisfy the pounding in my body.
Because, mentally, I knew I had him. I knew he wasn’t leaving until I got off.
I knew this was only the beginning and I was about to get so much more.
And I did, causing me to scream, “Aaahhhh!” as he focused solely on that nagging spot.
He gave me a quick back-and-forth motion he repeated every second, his speed increasing at times and slowing right before he swallowed.
“That fucking taste, Maya. It’s so good.”
The buildup had gone on for so long, I had finally gotten some of my air back, but with each swipe, it left me again. “Jordan!” And out of nowhere, there was a new feeling building in my body.
A prickling.
A sweep that moved through me, affecting the strength in my legs and the shape of my back as it rounded, causing me to clutch the comforter.
Sparks set off within me.
Little by little.
Trickling in with each lap of his tongue.
“I want you to come on my face.”
He knew. He could feel it. I had zero doubt about that. He was so in tune with my body, he could probably feel exactly what I was feeling.
“I—” My voice cut off when his finger slid into me, adding to the combination, pumping it in and out. “Fuck!”
With only a few drives of his hand, he took me from being close to suddenly there.
“Agh!” The explosion came on hard. Fast. It rocked straight through me, sending shudders across my body, and with each one, I screamed louder. I breathed deeper. I wriggled under his mouth, soaking in every bit of this pleasure but overwhelmed by it too. “A-ah!”
The buzz heightened with each thrust of his finger and dip of his tongue, which only made me move harder against him, which made me cling tighter to the blanket, which made me deflate my lungs with more shouting.
“Just what I want,” he moaned.
I was no longer in control.
I could only ride, letting him take me right to the summit, and when I reached it, the back half of the orgasm was as intense as the front. “Oh! My God!”
“Yes, Maya, that’s it.”
He licked me toward a stillness I never thought I’d find, and when I was filled with a sensitivity that couldn’t even bear his touch, he gently pulled his finger away and kissed across the top of my clit and down my pussy, sucking the wetness off me.
When he surfaced, I closed my legs and moved up the bed until I reached the pillows, taking one and hugging it against my chest.
“Get back here.” He pointed at the end of the mattress.
“I can’t.”
“I’m not done with you.” He waited, and when I didn’t move, he added, “What I just did, I’m doing all over again.”
“I know.” I took a deep breath. “I feel like I’m about to die. I can’t even imagine experiencing that—again.”
“You’re going to.”
“But . . . I can’t.”
“You can.”
“I . . . need a second.”
“You don’t get seconds. You get my tongue.
Remember, I told you tonight was going to be all about you.
” He got into a standing position and reached for my ankles, carefully pulling me toward the end of the bed.
When I reached where he wanted me, he took the pillow from my arms. “There’s no hiding your body. I want to see every inch of you.”
“And I want to see every inch of you.”
He chuckled. “This isn’t about me.”
“But you said I could see you. And touch you.”
He licked his lips, wiping the sides of his mouth with his hand. “I told you I’d consider it.”
“Have you?”
He smiled, and my God, it was beautiful. “What do you want, Maya?”
“I want your shirt off. I want your jeans off. I want your boxers off—or whatever you’re wearing under those.” I nodded toward his pants. “I want nothing covering you.”
“If I’m naked, I don’t know that I’ll be able to stop myself from fucking you.”
I spread my legs, watching his gaze go right between them. His smile was gone, and in its place was a look of longing. Of need. Of an animalistic thirst that made me wet all over again.
“Fuck me,” he moaned, immediately reaching for his belt buckle. “That pussy, Maya . . .”
I smiled, but I didn’t think he saw it; he couldn’t drag his eyes away from that spot. “Yes? What about it?”
“You’re teasing me . . .”
My fingers traveled down my torso, pausing on my clit, rubbing it the way his tongue had. “Are you saying you want this?”
“I need it. I want it—all of it.”
“Not good enough. Beg harder.”
He let out a shuddered exhale. “I know what you’re doing.”
“Then you better get naked. Now.”