Chapter 26 Maia #2
I grinned as he pushed away, and we both looked down to find cum splattered all over my T-shirt. “Well, that definitely needs washed now,” I joked as I wiped my hand on a clean area.
“Lift your arms.”
At his gruff command, I did just that. He pulled the fabric away from me so it wouldn’t touch my face as he lifted it over my head.
“Bra off.” His eyes were hot as he threw the T-shirt next to his discarded clothes.
I unclipped it but didn’t take it off, gaze roaming over him and his own cum-splattered jeans. “You next.”
He kicked off his trainers and shoved his jeans and boxers down, revealing his thickly muscled thighs and carved calves. There was faded bruises up his right side from his motorcycle incident but they did nothing to mar how perfect I thought he was.
“You’re really unfairly beautiful, you know that?”
“I’ve never been called beautiful, but I’ll take it. Now. Bra. Off. I want to see you. I’ve dreamed about your tits for months.”
I shook my head, laughing softly. “What kind of dreams?”
He cocked his head, grinning flirtatiously. “The kind where I lick, suck, and fuck every inch of them, every inch of you. They weren’t really dreams since I was awake and in the shower with my hand around my cock.”
“No wonder you came so quickly if I’ve been the star of your masturbatory fantasies for months.”
He narrowed his eyes at my teasing. “Every. Single. One. And now that I finally have you here, I’m eager to get started on the fucking every inch of you part of the fantasy.”
Since I was too, I dropped the bra.
My nipples peaked beneath his hooded stare.
It suddenly occurred to me that it was a monumental task to live up to his fantasies. How did reality measure up?
I shifted uneasily, my hands fluttering as if about to cover myself, but Baird bit out roughly, “Fuck, fantasy doesn’t even come close to how beautiful you are, My.
You’re so beautiful I feel it in every part of my body, every nerve …
” His hands flexed at his sides and his cock strained toward his stomach again.
The perks of being a testosterone-fueled, twenty-six-year-old athlete.
Yet, his words soothed me. “Can you just get inside me now, please?”
Baird’s answer was to swing me into his arms bridal style, my breasts bouncing with the movement. “What—” But he was practically running upstairs, and my question ended in giggles of excitement that made him laugh too.
He placed me on his bed with a gentleness that belied our eagerness.
Like I was precious to him. We kissed as he fell between my open thighs.
Hungry but tender kisses that made me short of breath.
He trailed said kisses down my neck, his beard tickling my skin as he explored my body with his mouth and tongue and hands.
He squeezed my left breast as his lips covered my right nipple.
He licked and sucked until I was writhing and flushed, my hips undulating against his cock.
This pleasurable torment continued until both my nipples were swollen and red from his attention. Following a path down my stomach, Baird kissed my body until his face was buried between my thighs again.
“This pussy,” he whispered hoarsely, “is mine to worship.”
I pushed up on my elbows, my thighs falling open for him. “Bear.”
Our eyes met.
“Did he ever go down on you?”
I tensed, knowing he referred to Will. “No,” I barely wheezed the word out. “He didn’t like it.”
Baird’s eyes flashed with something like disgust but quickly softened to tenderness. “Good. Then this is mine. I love your pussy. I love the taste, the smell, the feel of you coming on my tongue. And anytime you want it, you just say the word and I will get on my knees for you, Maia MacLeod.”
I knew there was more than sexual intention in his declaration, and with my body in a heightened state of arousal, the emotions pushed hard at me.
As if Baird sensed it, his tenderness eased into a flirtatious grin. “Or I’ll lie on my back and you can ride my face. I’d enjoy the fuck out of that too.”
Arousal rippled through me, and I groaned, arching my chest, my head falling back at the imagery.
“Oh, aye, we’re definitely doing that,” he muttered before I felt the first lick of his tongue.
I cried out, my eyes flying open to watch him devour me.
It didn’t take long. I flew over the precipice, shuddering against his mouth.
“Soaked.” Baird pushed up, wiping a palm over his mouth and beard. “You’re soaked, My. For me.” His chest puffed up as he gripped his cock and gave it a stroke.
I was sprawled on my back, shaking and shivering and still needy.
I’d never experienced sex like this.
And I didn’t want it to end.
Baird rolled off the bed to march to his bedside table where he pulled out a roll of condoms. I had a brief, flickering thought about how many girls he’d been with, and I obviously didn’t wipe that thought from my expression quickly enough.
“I’m clean,” he forced out as he returned to the bed. “We get tested at work. I haven’t been with anyone since my last test.”
I nodded, grateful to him for telling me. “I’m … I haven’t been tested since Will. I’m on the pill. But I’ll get tested so we don’t have to use condoms.”
He was mid tear of the condom package when he froze, staring down at me with this renewed intensity.
“What?”
“I’ve never … I’ve never done it without a rubber.”
Oh. Oh God. Maybe I’d overstepped. “We don’t have to.”
His hot gaze raked over my body with wicked intent before eyeing between my thighs. “Oh, I want to. I … get tested soon, My. Because the thought of taking you bare … fuck.” He quickly donned protection and was suddenly over me, our chests brushing with delicious friction as he kissed me.
I gasped at the feel of him prodding me as he guided his cock to my entrance. He braced his hands over my head and broke the kiss as he pushed inside me. My hands found his waist, sliding around his strong back to hold on. His skin felt so hot to the touch. We were both burning up for each other.
A sharp, uncomfortable sensation took me by surprise, and I let out a little cry that had Baird freezing mid push.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse with need.
I nodded frantically. “Just … big. But don’t stop.”
“Fuck.” He gritted his teeth and carefully pressed in until I wasn’t sure he could go any farther.
“Bear!”
“You okay?” he bit out again.
“I just … I need a minute.” My fingernails were digging into his back, I realized. “Sorry.” I gentled my touch.
“Don’t apologize.” He shook his head, arms trembling as he kept himself still. “Everything about you feels fucking amazing.” His eyes were glazed with need. “You feel amazing.”
My inner muscles clenched around his cock in response to his words, and he grunted.
The fullness of him was feeling good now.
Really good.
“You can move,” I told him softly, stroking his back.
“You sure?”
I loved that he wanted me to be totally sure, even though he was clearly using a lot of control to stop himself from thrusting.
“Yes.”
Baird began to withdraw slowly, his teeth gritting as I gasped at the pleasurable drag of his cock against my inner muscles.
“Good?”
I made a mewing sound as my nails dug in again, my thighs tensing against his hips. “Don’t stop.”
He gave an experimental thrust and my back arched with the sensation. I planted my feet on the bed and lifted my hips against his.
“Jesus.” Baird gripped my right hip to hold me down. “I’ll blow if you start fucking me from the bottom.”
“Then speed up,” I pleaded. “Harder. Faster.”
“Don’t need to ask me twice, beautiful.” He pushed up onto his knees, gripping my arse in his strong hold to lift it off the bed.
“What the—ahh!”
He drove into me, harder, faster, just as I’d asked.
And the way he held me I couldn’t do anything but take it, to watch him taking me.
It was the sexiest moment of my goddamn life.
Baird’s gaze swept over me like he didn’t know where to look next. My face, my breasts as they trembled against his drives, between my thighs where his cock pushed in and out. No man had ever looked at me like this during sex. Like he wanted to eat me alive.
It made me feel powerful.
Beautiful.
And strangely safe.
Seeing his eyes flare every time I whimpered in pleasure, I let my cries out. Will had always asked me to keep it down during sex because of his neighbors.
But I naturally wanted to be loud.
Loud was hot.
Baird thought so too, his drives quicker and harder as my cries of pleasure grew in volume.
“Come, My!” he gasped out. “Come for me. Fuck, I’ve dreamed of you coming for me.”
That was it.
The final trigger.
The tension inside of me shattered, and I was aware of how tight my pussy muscles throbbed around Baird’s cock because the sensation prolonged my climax. But mostly I was trying to process the mind-blowing experience of the best orgasm of my life. Because of that, I almost missed Baird’s reaction.
His eyes and nostrils flared as his grip on me loosened with a “Fuck! Me!” Then I felt the pulse of his cock as he released into the condom.
Baird’s hips jerked and shuddered and then he collapsed over me, his face in my neck, his hands coasting absentmindedly over my breasts, squeezing roughly as his hips continued to shake against mine.
He groaned, long and deep into my neck, his thumbs scraping over my nipples making me shiver.
Then there was only the sound of our harsh, labored breathing.
My limbs felt like jelly, and I was pretty sure we’d fully merged with his mattress.
Eventually, we caught our breaths and Baird pushed off me to stare down at my face. His was now relaxed, satiated.
“That was …” I let out a little laugh of disbelief. “I didn’t know … wow.”
Baird’s grin was slow but affectionate … and awed too. “I didn’t know either. Guess sex really is better when …” His words trailed off and he lowered his eyes. “When it’s you.”
It seemed like he was about to say something else, but I was too doped up on endorphins to pursue it. Instead, I cupped his face in my hand and replied, “When it’s you too.”
Baird kissed me in answer, and I was shocked by how quickly my skin flushed again, how I pulsed around his cock. I wanted him. Usually after sex I was sleepy and ready for bed. But it was still early, and I felt energized. He broke the kiss, searching my face. “You got another round in you?”
“Apparently.” I chuckled.
He grinned. “Let me deal with this condom and then we’re doing that again.”