Chapter 20 Ewan
EWAN
“Ohhh, is that how you think this is going to work?”
Her taunt echoes off the walls, reverberating through me, straight to my dick.
Pushing off the coffee table, Maisey nudges my legs apart and steps in between them. Placing a hand on either side of my head, she leans down, giving me a full view down her tank top. Fuck me. “You think I’m going to nurse you back to health?”
I swallow hard, trying to peel my eyes away from her boobs so I can look her in the eye as I reply. Only, I can’t. She has me hypnotized.
Yeah, she knows what she’s doing…
“A man can hope,” I tell her, grabbing ahold of her hips.
It’s all I can do not to bury my face in her cleavage right now and motorboat the fuck out of her. My dick throbs, the desire flowing through me like rain through a gutter after a storm, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back.
As if she can read my mind, Maisey smiles. But not just any smile. A shit-eating grin that makes her whole face light up like the Fourth of July, letting me know that I’m in trouble.
“Well…” Tossing her head back, Maisey climbs onto the couch, a leg on either side of me, settling into my lap.
Placing her palms flat on my chest, she runs her hands up and down, heat building underneath, traveling straight down south.
“As a professional nurse, there is something I think I could do that might help.”
“Oh, yeah?”
I run my hands up her sides, sliding under her tank, her warm skin greeting me like an old friend. She shudders under my touch, eyelids fluttering shut.
“I’d want to make sure I received proper payment though.”
Sliding my hands around to her front, I cup her breasts, running the pads of my thumbs over her nipples. Inhaling sharply, Maisey rolls her hips against me, her core brushing against my hard-on. The contact is glorious, fleeting, and leaves me craving more. So much more.
“That can be arranged.”
“You sure?”
I pause, wondering why she would question that. What she could possibly think I wouldn’t do for it. Because there’s nothing on this earth I wouldn’t do if it meant making Maisey Phillips happy.
“Positive. Whatever you want, Maisey. I mean it. Anything, absolutely anything.”
That grin returns—the one that tells me I’m in trouble—setting off the drumbeats in my chest. I can’t wait to hear her request.
“Talk dirty to me. As dirty as you want. Call me names. Tell me what a slutty little nurse I am, or a whore or—”
“You want me to call you a whore?”
That’s it? That’s what Maisey wants? For me to talk dirty to her?
Maisey nods, her cheeks tinting pink as she bites her lip. It’s taking a lot for her to admit this, but it’s making me fall for her even more. I love that she feels safe enough to tell me this. That she wants to explore this with me.
“Yeah…” Her admission is soft, breathy. “In the moment, yeah. The idea is kind of a turn-on. As long as I know it’s coming from a place of trust and intimacy. Because I’m your slutty nurse.”
My dick strains against my pants, screaming to break free, all the blood in my body rushing straight to my groin. It’s taking everything in me not to maul her right now. Not to show her exactly how mine she is.
“Oh, baby…” I swipe my thumbs across her nipples again, chuckling as her breath hitches. “Has me telling you what a pretty pussy you have not been enough? Or just how much I like tasting that pussy?”
Thrusting up into her, I tighten my squeeze on her boobs, rolling her nipples in between my thumb and forefinger. Maisey squeaks, swiveling her hips, trying to make better contact with my bulge. I hold still, letting her use me, as I continue to toy with her.
“You need more?”
I let go, and Maisey’s eyes fly open, meeting mine. There’s a fire in her baby blues that is unmistakable, and I know I’ve tapped into a new side of her. A side that she’s waited forever to share, unsure that she’d ever get the chance. One that I’m going to treasure for the rest of my life.
Gripping the nape of her neck, I yank her into me, kissing her hard.
There are so many things I want to tell her.
Things that I know words won’t be able to express.
So this is going to have to suffice. The unspoken feeling of our lips meeting and our tongues tangling as she straddles me on the couch.
Pushing back, she reaches for the hem of her tank, pulling it over her head.
My breath stalls in my chest, my eyes feasting on the vision before me.
Maisey doesn’t give me long, though, before climbing out of my lap and pushing my legs farther apart, then turning her focus to the waistband of my pants.
“Now, from my understanding, you’ve experienced this treatment before,” she starts, teasing the elastics of my briefs. “And I’m a little inexperienced, but I’m hoping to rank better than the miscellaneous category.”
Oh, fuck me…
I should have known those words would come back to haunt me. I had been trying not to be a jackass in mentioning that I’d been a complete jerk—more than once—drunkenly letting someone go down on me without reciprocation. Turns out, there isn’t a way not to be a jackass about it.
“Maisey…”
“Shhhh.” She presses a finger against my lips, her blue eyes so dark they look like the ocean at night. “Sit back, relax, and let me take care of you.”
She has my pants off me in a flash, careful not to rough up my injured foot.
Sinking down between my legs, Maisey licks her lips, sending a torch through me.
My skin feels like it’s on fire, the anticipation of this moment making time stop.
She’s so fucking beautiful—half naked, wanton, and all mine—there’s a part of me that thinks I could come just looking at her like this.
Until she takes me in her mouth.
“Fuck!”
Hot, wet heat surrounds me fully, engulfing me in the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt.
I bolt upright, almost losing my balance.
If I thought she was hypnotic before, looking at her between my legs with my cock in her mouth might just be the end of me.
Because this is too much. Too overpowering. To the point where nothing else exists.
Just her and me. Us. Our connection.
How much I fucking love her.
Maisey continues, and I fight the urge to let go. It doesn’t matter that it feels like she’s sucking my soul out straight from my dick. My girl wanted something from me.
So I’m going to fucking give it to her.
“Fuck, baby…you are so good at that. Such a good cocksucker…”
Maisey moans, sending vibrations straight up my shaft that almost make me lose it. She is absolutely going to be my undoing.
“Maisey, you keep that up, and you’re going to make me come. Is that what you want?” I ask, reaching down and weaving my hands into her hair.
Maisey moans again, and I can’t tell if she’s trying to speak or just getting off on my words, but either way, I know it’s a yes. But there’s still an unanswered question.
Gripping her hair, I pull her off my cock, hating the feel of her mouth leaving me, but loving the little bit of spit that forms in the corner of her mouth. Oh, fuck, that’s hot…
“I need to know, Maisey, where do you want me to come? In your mouth or on your tits?”
Flames dance in her irises, and she reaches for my cock again, stroking it as she answers. “Mouth. I want to try swallowing.” Sticking out her tongue, she licks me from base to tip, like I’m an ice cream cone, sending a zing down my spine. “If that’s okay…”
“I told you, whatever you want.”
Taking me back in her mouth, she starts up again, working a black magic I didn’t know existed. Between her moans, swirls of her tongue, and her hand on my balls, my orgasm starts to build in no time. Starting at the base of my spine, it grows hot and fast, and I know that there’s no stopping it.
“Maisey, I’m gonna…”
I roar, gripping her head and exploding into her mouth as a freight train of pleasure slams into me.
Maisey doesn’t stop though, keeping up her efforts, her fingers digging into my thighs as she holds on.
The world goes black for a moment, a faint buzzing noise in the background all I can hear, the aftershocks still zapping me as Maisey pulls back.
“C’mere…” I growl, reaching for her.
Everything is still fuzzy, but my desire to hold her, to feel her against me, is stronger than anything else. Nothing will ever compare to this woman, and being the man who gets to hold her in his arms is the ultimate privilege.
“Was that okay?” she asks meekly, as if she’s worried it won’t measure up.
“I don’t want you to ever ask that question again.
Do you understand me?” I tell her, one hand weaving into her hair, pulling her in to kiss me, the other sliding into her shorts.
Her lips are swollen and her kiss is slightly salty, the remnants of me still lingering there.
More importantly, she’s wet. So fucking wet.
“Because that was way more than okay. Turns out, you are impressively slutty.”
“Only for you.”
“Mmmmm.” Lowering my hands, I dip my fingers into her, making sure to graze her clit along the way. “Judging by how wet you are, you enjoyed that. A lot. Tell me, baby. You like sucking my cock?”
My thumb finds her clit, circling slowly, her breath hitching, those perfect tits at eye level.
Only problem is these damn shorts. Removing my hand, I tug her shorts down as quick as I can, sneaking a taste of her off my fingers, then pull her back into my lap.
Her bare, wet pussy grazes along my shaft, bringing it back to life.
“Not yet,” I whisper into her ear, holding her back from sinking down on my cock. “You still need to come.”
“I will—”
I shake my head, my hand slipping back between her legs. She whimpers, giving in to me. Good—because there is no way she’s not getting hers. Not after what she just did for me. Fuck, I’ll spend all night making her come over and over again after that.