Chapter 05 #2
I don’t think, I just move. I give her no chance to adjust, pounding into her as her pussy grips me tightly. I pull her closer to the edge of the sideboard, one hand braced against the wall next to her head, the other gripping her waist hard, keeping my rhythm rough and unrestrained.
I want to come, yet I crave this to last forever.
When I feel control slipping, I slide a hand between us, circling her clit in sync with each thrust. Maya unravels, coming hard with broken moans in my ear, pleading for more, begging me not to stop.
I wrap the hand that was on the wall around her neck, while the other lifts her off the surface as I pound into her like a man possessed.
Then, unexpectedly, I come, hard. Every muscle tensing as release crashes over me, leaving me completely spent.
I set her back onto the sideboard, resting my forehead against her neck as my breathing steadies.
A little while later, I hear Maya’s sultry voice, “This was amazing... you’re amazing.”
Her words pull me back to reality, and I feel her nails trailing down my back. I pull away fast, her legs slipping from my waist. With my back to her, I remove the condom, wrap it in a tissue, set it aside to deal with later, and adjust my pants.
I hear movement behind me and turn to see Maya slowly climbing down from the sideboard.
The top half of her dress is still bunched around her waist as she tugs the skirt down over her thighs. My handprints remain on her hips, my mouth’s marks on her neck, her shoulder, and the delicate skin just above her full breasts, covered by a black lace bra.
There's a smile on her lips, but a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. She looks thoroughly fucked… satisfied and undone.
“I need to head home. Do you need a ride… or anything else?”
She forces a small smile.
“I drove here. But I’ll need your help with the zipper.”
She turns slightly, lifting her hair over her shoulder. The damage is obvious, the zipper split clean through, fabric torn at the base of her spine.
“Shit, Maya…” I mutter. “I think I ruined your dress.”
My eyes land on my jacket on the floor. I shake it out and drape it over her shoulders.
“Here. Wear this.”
Her lips curve into a smile as she rises onto her toes, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“I’d trade every dress I own for what just happened,” she whispers.
She gathers her things and leaves the office without another word, still smiling.
It’s only when the door opens that I realize, it had been closed the entire time. Not locked. Just closed.
My eyes shut as my head drop forward, fists tightening at my sides as I draw a slow, deep breath.
On the third inhale, I notice it… her perfume, everywhere.
Or maybe it’s only on me now, mixed with the smell of sex. The same scent that settled in my head, crowding my thoughts and refusing to let go since the moment I was inside her.
“I need a shower. Shower and clean clothes.”
I reach for my phone on the desk. The screen lights up. Four missed calls. All from Ceci.
“Fuck. The damn fake prom thing.”
Another breath.
No point in losing control now. What’s done is done.
I’ll apologize. I’ll make it up to Alicia.
But first, shower. Clean clothes.
Maya
I step into my apartment, still reeling from the storm of emotions.
It feels surreal, like a dream I’d been rehearsing in silence for weeks finally came to life.
I had expected nothing more than a simple massage. A calculated step, another inch closer to what I wanted.
But the moment my hands touched him, something shifted. My touch didn’t just ease tension… it awakened something raw. Primal.
I flick on the bathroom light and stare at my reflection.
I loosen the messy bun I threw together earlier, trying to look more presentable before leaving my floor, my things gathered in my hands. My hair, once carefully styled, falls loose around my face.
I barely register it.
What I see instead is the color in my skin. The faint mark along my collarbone, easy to hide, if I want to. The way my eyes still glow, bright and pleased, as if I’d anticipated this outcome all along.
I pull Colin’s jacket tighter around me, inhaling deeply. His scent clings to it, clean and masculine, threaded with that innate authority that always sets my pulse racing.
It’s him. Power, restraint, and something darker beneath.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?”
Memories flood back in fragments, The roughness of his breath against my ear, the weight of his hand at the back of my neck, the way his control unraveled until only instinct remained.
He moved like a man possessed.
I exhale slowly, my body still humming from the echo of it.
Now I know… his desire mirrors mine. Maybe it always did.
I slide the jacket off, place it carefully on the sink, and peel away the torn dress and bra. My reflection stares back at me, bare and unguarded, the body that drew out Colin Montgomery’s restraint, then broke it.
A slow smile spreads across my lips. I hang the shredded dress at the back of my closet, hidden from view like a secret I intend to keep.
Still naked, I slip back into his jacket and walk to the bed. The shower can wait.
I want to fall asleep wrapped in him. His scent, his touch, his loss of control still clinging to my skin.