7. Stay with Me
Chapter 7
Stay with Me
Bull
M aya is a delight. She’s funny and quick witted. She shares what she’s thinking, even her fears about the first day in a new school.
“Teenagers have so much happening in their personal lives that it seeps into their education. A teacher’s job is to teach, but because each kid is an individual, they all learn in their own way. And many come in with an attitude. I want them to get excited about the class. I teach English and history, both of which they think are a waste of time. I’ve got an idea to take modern song lyrics and see if that piques their interest. After all, music is a type of poetry. It relates emotion and a story all in one. What do you think?”
I can sense her passion for teaching. Back at her place, we search for songs she can use in her classes. I learn more about her and her taste in music. Maya loves old rock like the Who, Queen, and the Rolling Stones. She has a great collection of albums.
“Pick something you like,” she says. Maya has a sunshine energy that’s so contagious, I find myself hauling my ass over to her record player and sorting through her albums.
I can’t say I’m much of a music junkie, but there’s always been a song that spoke to me, and it’s in Maya’s collection. I put on “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Maya stops what she’s doing and comes to stand before me. She wraps her arms around my neck and begins to sway with the tempo of the music, taking me with her.
I can’t dance, but I can move back and forth in time with Maya’s movements. “I love this song,” she says quietly. “It embodies the beauty of what you want for those you love.”
“Yeah. I wish we could make the world simple,” I say. “It’s not life that’s complicated. It’s people that make shit complicated. Good enough isn’t good enough. It has to be the best of everything. They lie, steal, manipulate, start wars, kill innocent people, and take down anyone who stands in their way. And for what?” I can hear my voice getting louder.
“Stay with me, Conall. It’s just you and me right now.” She looks at me with those soulful eyes, and I release a heavy breath.
“Sorry,” I grumble.
“Don’t be sorry for speaking your truth. It proves how much you care, and that’s a great thing. But we can’t let it consume us. We do what we can, when we can, and we have to remember to enjoy the good times.” She rises onto her tiptoes and gives me a sweet kiss. “This is one of those times,” she whispers with a smile.
The song ends, but I don’t want to let her go. I keep my arms banded around her. She’s too beautiful for words. Her innocence is beguiling, and I desperately want to make her mine in every way. It’s as if she knows what I’m thinking. She takes a step back, tugs at my hand, and leads me down the tiny hall to her bedroom.
“Babe…” I give her a look, asking her if she’s ready for this.
“I want this.” Her voice is quiet and shy. “I want you.”
I cradle her cheeks in my palms and look deeply into her eyes. “You’ve gotta be sure, Maya. Once I make you mine, I won’t be able to let you go, ever.” How I can feel so much for such a tiny slip of a woman is a mystery, yet here I am. I want to be her everything. Her protector. Her lover. Her friend.
“I don’t want you to let me go,” she answers.
“I’m not?—”
“Stop.” She cuts me off. “You are.”
“You don’t?—”
“You’re all I need. I need a simple man. That’s you.”
* * *
Maya
I can see that Bull is conflicted. He made it clear last night that he wanted to take things slow, but I’ve played it safe up to this moment. Being with Bull makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. A nervous excitement, where I want to feel his hands on my body, and his kisses rattle my senses, but in a good way. I never want him to stop.
“Fuck it!” he groans and gives me a little shove so that I fall backward onto the bed. Bull follows, placing his knee on the bed, then climbing up and boxing me in with his arms braced on either side of my head.
I’m still catching my breath when his mouth finds mine. This kiss is different. It’s demanding and intense. A tingling sensation runs through my body as his mouth moves over mine with gentle urgency. His hand cups my breast, and even through the dress, I can feel the heat of his touch.
His lips trail a path down my cheek and neck to the swell of my breasts, where Bull yanks at the bodice of my dress, pulling it down, taking my bra with it and exposing my nipple. Bull closes his mouth over it, swirling his tongue around. I can’t stop the sexy moan that rumbles through me.
“Bull,” I gasp, my breathing ragged. Desire grips me so strongly that I hardly recognize my own voice.
“Conall,” he says. “Say my name.” His eyes penetrate my own.
I manage a very breathless “Conall.”
He grips the hem of my dress and lifts it higher, exposing my thighs and body to my waist. Then, with one quick movement, the dress is over my head and off completely, leaving me in my powder-blue bra with a pink bow in the center and matching panties.
Bull leans back and looks at me with fire in his eyes. His fingers trace over my bare skin. I tremble under his hand. He sits back on his haunches and pulls off his Henley, tossing it aside.
“Don’t move,” he commands. He gets off the bed and finishes undressing. I take in his massive chest and muscular arms. He steps out of his pants, showing off his thick thighs. I can feel myself growing wet and hungry for him. When he pulls off his boxers, I see he’s a big man in every way. He wraps a hand around his cock and begins to stroke himself.
He comes back to me, spreads my legs apart, and settles between them. When he cups my core, feeling my damp panties, Bull gives me a sexy grin.
“Bra off,” he demands, his voice raw with hunger. I reach behind me to unclasp the hook and slowly remove it. “Grab those tits, babe. I want to see you play with those nipples.” A shyness comes over me, but Bull slips his fingers under the seam of my panties and glides them through my folds. “Go on,” he urges. I do as he asks. It feels good, but not as good as the way his mouth moves over my belly and closer to my sex. My breath hitches as he opens my legs wider and runs his tongue over the inside of one thigh, then the other. I feel the material tear, and suddenly, my panties are off, and his mouth is on me, licking and sucking fiercely.
“Oh my God,” I gasp. His beard grazes over my sensitive pussy lips. I wriggle beneath him, and when his tongue circles my clit, flicking it back and forth, I buck and moan his name. He clasps my open thighs. I raise my head and watch as he eats me voraciously. My legs begin to tremble, my belly clenches, and I know I’m on the cusp of an orgasm.
I’ve only experienced orgasms by my own hand, and I thought they were good, but I’m sure that this one will wreck me. I arch my back, silently begging Bull to give me more. I mewl and groan, clutching the back of his head, wanting him to give me what I need. He hums over my pussy, and the vibration pushes me closer to my impending orgasm.
I cry out, “Yes! Bull, yes.” And suddenly, I’m soaring on a cloud in the full throes of euphoria. My body is racked with a delicious orgasmic haze. Bull appears above me, and his mouth finds mine. I taste myself on his lips. His cock nudges my entrance. He’s gentle as he pushes inside me. I ache, but it’s a good ache, and I feel so full.
Bull takes my hand and threads his fingers through mine, then presses them by my head while he gazes upon my face. “You doing okay, baby?” he whispers. His lips brush mine. He remains fully seated inside me, but doesn’t move, giving me time to adjust to his size.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Fuck me. You feel so good. Your pussy is hot and tight wrapped around my cock. You’re made for me, Maya.” His voice is low and tense. I know that he’s holding back and being careful not to hurt me.
He pulls out slightly and thrusts inside. I feel a tingle, the sensation of electricity surging through me. Bull continues to pump in and out, slow and steady at first, then quickening his pace. His face contorts with passion, and his fingers find my clit, pushing me closer to another orgasm. I didn’t think it was possible, but here I am.
“Hurry, babe,” he grunts.
I’m so close, but not close enough. “I can’t.” His mouth closes around my nipple, and that’s all I need to launch into my new orgasm, taking Bull along with me. He buries his face in my neck and thrusts like a wild man until I feel him throbbing inside me.
Bull rolls us so he’s on his back and I’m resting on his chest. He grabs the covers and throws them over us.
“I’m staying the night,” he announces. I was hoping he would, but wasn’t sure if it was too soon to ask.
“I like that.”
“Eyes on me, babe,” he orders. I look at him. “Did I hurt you?”
Heat rises to my cheeks. “No, not really. Um, I’m a bit achy.”
“I’ve got to get rid of this condom. Be right back,” he whispers in my ear. I didn’t even realize he had a condom on. I was too far gone in what we were doing. Bull moves me gently off to the side and gets out of bed, heading to the bathroom. I scrunch the sheets up to my chin and silently do a happy dance. I’ve waited a long time to find the right man to give myself to, and no matter what happens moving forward, I will never regret this night.
Bull returns carrying a cloth and pulls the sheets out of my grip. Before I can say a word, he opens my legs and wipes me clean. He’s gone again, and returns this time with ibuprofen and two bottles of water. He climbs back into bed with me. “This should help,” he says, putting the pills in my hand and opening the bottled water.
He waits for me to take them before he settles in and nuzzles my neck. “Thank you for taking care of me,” I murmur.
“You gotta set the alarm?” he asks. Thank goodness he reminded me. I reach over to do just that. “We gotta get some shut-eye. Big day for you tomorrow.”
He’s staying the night, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been.