Chapter 22 #2
Maya wraps her legs around me and tilts her hips to rub against my cock. Air punches out of me in a rush as the tip enters her again. It penetrates deeper as she closes her eyes and encourages me to move with her heels pressing against my ass.
“Oh, shit, Maya,” I mutter hoarsely.
“Don’t put a condom on. I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel you.” Her breath hitches with a strangled sound of pleasure as she keeps moving to take more of me. “Just like this.”
My stomach clenches with desire and I have to lock every muscle to withstand the growing urge to fuck her senseless. Her wishes mirror my own and the fragile thread of my control is about to snap.
I drop my forehead against hers, swallowing hard. “Are you sure? I’m tested for everything regularly for the team, but I’ve never slept with anyone without one.”
“Yes. I’m on birth control. And even if I wasn’t… I’d still want this. I need to feel you, Easton.”
My mouth crashes against hers in a fiery kiss. With a growl, I draw my hips back and drive into her with a sharp thrust, swallowing her cries as I fuck her raw.
Her pussy squeezes me like it doesn’t want my dick to leave. It’s hot, tight perfection. Too perfect.
With a grunt, I freeze with my cock buried inside her, trying to catch my breath while I concentrate on not coming.
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
“Fuck,” I grit through my teeth when she clenches around me.
I capture her lips, then flip us to put her on top. God, she looks sexy straddling me like this. I gather the jersey in my grip, holding it up to see her pussy stretched around my cock. Jesus, that’s a nice fucking sight.
“You look damn good sitting on my cock, baby.”
She goes still for a moment, staring at me like she’s seeing me for the first time. I caress her thigh soothingly.
“What is it?”
“Nothing. It’s just… I’ve never done it this way before. With me on top.”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “No? Then I get to show you how fucking amazing it is while I lay back with this excellent view.”
She looks down at herself, splaying a hand over the softness of her stomach on display. Typically she’s confident, but the moment of vulnerability makes something fierce and protective tug in my chest. I capture her wrist and bring her hand to my lips to kiss.
“You’re beautiful, Maya. Every damn inch of you.” The tightness in my chest loosens when she relaxes. “Now chase what feels good.”
It takes her a minute of trying different angles, first circling her hips, then grinding back and forth. When she does find the sweet spot for what she needs, I know it immediately from the sigh that slips out of her.
She’s stunning riding my cock.
I love that she loses herself in her pleasure now that she’s found the motion she likes. Her eyes close and her head tips back with a little moan as she dictates the pace.
Shit, she still feels way too damn good. The fire in my veins builds again, taking me closer and closer to exploding. I’m fighting for my life trying to make this last, holding off as long as I can so she comes first. I’ve never struggled like this before.
With a groan, I knead her hips. “If you keep that up, I’m not going to last.”
Maya smirks, planting her hands on my chest for balance as she rides me faster.
“You’re the one that put me on top. This is for me, so you’ll just have to take it.”
Another wrecked noise tears from me. I love it when she’s confident like this, it’s so fucking sexy. I urge her on, grip flexing on her hips.
Her lids grow heavy and her mouth parts as she stares at the strained expression melting from my face because I can’t hold it off any longer. My cock throbs and the orgasm that rips through me leaves me lightheaded.
“Oh!” She gasps, hips still moving as my come fills her.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, baby,” I breathe raggedly.
“I’m not,” she manages. “I—ah!”
Her thighs clench and her pussy flutters around me. She sighs in satisfaction, riding out her orgasm with languid movements as she grinds on my cock.
I can make her come harder than that.
Grabbing her waist, I curl up for leverage, thrusting to keep hitting the spot that makes her gasp. It’s muffled against my mouth when I press it to hers.
My hands roam her body as we kiss. I fight my softening cock, fucking her as long as I can before I flip her onto her back. Moving between her legs and tugging them over my shoulders, my mouth covers her pussy with a groan.
I taste both of us.
Despite coming moments ago, heat sears through my veins from it, and from the sexy fucking noises she makes while I devour her.
Her hands sink into my hair, gripping to hold me in place swirling my tongue over her clit. “You’re going to make me come again.”
“That’s the idea.”
My fingers dig into her hips and my mouth hovers over her glistening pussy. I look up the length of her body, pinning her with my gaze. A shiver racks her body from my breath ghosting across her sensitive folds.
“We’re not stopping until I make you scream my name louder than you did at the game. Ready to lose your voice, baby?”
She pushes out a breath, nodding. I put my mouth back where it belongs and worship her body.
Sucking two fingers to wet them, I sink them inside her, fucking her slowly. It lights up a primal side of me knowing I’m pushing my come back inside her pussy.
Maya tangles her fists in the sheets, rocking her hips against my face with abandon. Then she tenses with a shattered cry.
“That’s it,” I croon. “I’ve got you.”
The sounds she makes when she comes are better than anything I’ve ever heard in my life.
I’m rock hard again, cock throbbing. She makes me so wild.
“Fuck,” I rasp. “I need you again.”
I’m a man possessed when I reposition myself and push inside her with one long stroke. Her back bows and her mouth drops open, nails scratching rough lines down my back. My vision goes hazy for a second as lust courses through me.
“Yes,” she cries.
“Goddamn, your pussy squeezes my cock so good.”
“More. I need more.”
“More? You want fast?” I pick up the pace, grinning at her strangled gasp, then slow back down with steady, sharp thrusts. “Or hard?”
“Hard,” she whimpers. “Fuck me harder.”
Gritting my teeth, I give her what she needs. Each time I slam into her, her tits bounce as it jolts her body up the mattress.
My name flies from her lips with a desperate cry. She’s close again, her body trembling. I catch her hands, pinning them beside her head and claim her mouth.
When she comes, my hips stutter. Her pussy grips me like a vice.
My vision blacks out for a moment as I bury my cock inside her, shuddering with the force of my orgasm.
I do my best not to collapse on her like an asshole, managing to keep myself braced on one arm. I caress her with gentle touches, cupping her face. She loops her fingers around my wrist, rubbing her cheek against my palm.
We remain like that until we both catch our breath, exchanging lazy kisses with no purpose other than keeping the sense of connection going.
“You’re incredible,” I say against her lips.
“Back at you, lady killer. That was—” She pushes out an amused breath, running her fingers through her tangled hair. “Yeah, I think it’s safe to say you’re good at that.”
I chuckle. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You can admit I’m the best you’ve ever had.”
“There’s that cocky ego.”
With a sly smirk, she covers my face with both hands. I kiss her palms.
She traces my jaw and a flush creeps up her neck. “Should we go back downstairs? If they somehow didn’t hear us, there’s no way they haven’t guessed what we’re doing.”
“No doubt.”
She socks me in the arm. I drop against her, burying my laughter in the crook of her neck.
“Sorry, sorry.” I get myself under control, trailing kisses up her throat. “We’re a house full of hockey players.”
“Water is wet, you mean,” she sasses.
“Yeah, basically.” Sitting up, I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom. “Anyway, I don’t want to go back downstairs.”
“Oh? What are we doing instead? Because I think I’m tapped out.”
I pause at the small grimace that flickers across her face, stomach dropping. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, I think I’m just a little sore.”
I kiss her temple. “Then let me take care of you.”
Setting her on the counter, I turn on the shower and get a washcloth. When the water feels warm enough, I soak the cloth and nudge her legs apart to gently clean her.
“I wish I had a tub for you to soak in, but it’s too small in here.”
She drags her teeth over her lips. “It’s okay. This is nice. No one’s ever done this for me before.”
I brush my mouth over her cheek, then rinse the rag and wet it again to hold it between her legs while I get us towels. Once I return, I lift the hem of the hockey sweater to pull it over her head.
When I have it off, I pause. A rough noise vibrates in my chest at the sight of the fresh hickeys dotting her neck and collar bone. Stepping close, I brush her cheek with my thumb.
“Come on.”
Taking her hand, I help her down from the counter and follow her into the shower. It’s a tight fit, but I kind of like that. Water cascades over our bodies as they press together and steam envelops us.
She closes her eyes, expression blissful while I take my time gliding soapy hands over her body, kneading her muscles until she’s fully relaxed.
This is my first time truly washing someone I’m showering with. It’s far more intimate than sharing the space because of sex or two people washing themselves.
My arms lock around her waist and I press a reverent kiss to the top of her head. She leans against me with a soft sigh while I care for her.
A profound sense of contentment settles over me and I know without a doubt she’s it for me. There’s no one else who could ever fit as perfectly with me as she does.