Chapter Eleven
Jamie
Jamie looked deep into Maya’s brown eyes, her heart skipping painfully in her chest. She couldn’t hear anything over her own ragged breathing. Time seemed suspended as she pressed her arm into Maya’s throat, waiting, watching, begging for a sign to kiss her. She never thought she’d have her like this; she was terrified of her snapping out of this reverie and those walls closing back up.
Maya’s gaze moved over her face and rested on her mouth, sending electric sparks through her stomach. Did she want to kiss her as bad as Jamie did? She felt Maya’s pulse thundering away under her forearm. Maybe she’d pushed her too much. It was obvious to even the most casual observer that Maya enjoyed control. She loosened the pressure at her throat, and something seemed to roll across Maya’s face.
I’m losing her.
“Maya…” Jamie uttered, swallowing the rest of her sentence when they locked eyes.
Everything inside Jamie squeezed, heat coiling around her midsection. Maya’s lips lifted in the sexiest way possible, and she nodded, slow and deliberate.
That was all the confirmation Jamie needed.
She crashed her lips to Maya’s, and her warm mouth welcomed her, kissing her hard and forceful. Fuck. Their hot tongues swirled together, battling for power, but Jamie pressed her weight into her, keeping her against the wall. She dipped her mouth, kissing Maya’s neck, sucking and grazing her teeth along the soft skin, and going harder when Maya’s fingers tangled in her hair and pulled. A moan rumbled in Maya’s throat, and heat flashed between Jamie’s legs.
Maya liked Jamie being forceful—and she was more than happy to oblige. She took her earlobe into her mouth and nibbled, before kissing and nipping her skin, just hard enough to bruise. Maya hissed, tightening her grip in Jamie’s hair, then forcing her to pull back. Her breathing was uneasy, her pupils large with desire. The way they commanded Jamie’s entire being should be criminal.
Jamie couldn’t stop her lips from curling. Maya tugged at her hair again, and she groaned.
She’s fighting it.
As much as Jamie loved Maya’s dominant side, she wanted her to let go, to give in to the way Jamie was making her feel. But she could feel the tide turning. So, with one hand still at Maya’s throat, she slipped the other down inside her tracksuit bottoms, pressing against the damp cotton of her underwear. Maya inhaled sharply, and Jamie’s head almost exploded at the confirmation that she was hot for her.
“Fuck, Maya,” she hissed. “You’re so wet.” She dared to push her fingers harder against her and blew out a heavy breath. “Is this all for me?”
Maya’s chest heaved. Jamie wasn’t used to her being so quiet.
“This is new to you,” she said. “But you like it, don’t you?”
Their eyes met in a challenge. Jamie started circling her fingers over her damp underwear, and a gasp choked in Maya’s throat. She could hear how wet she was. Jamie could feel herself, too. The throbbing between her legs was becoming unbearable.
“Maya,” she warned, her tone taking on a low, deep register. “If you don’t answer me, I’ll have to stop.” Her mouth ticked. “Consent is important.”
She held her breath .
“Yes,” Maya conceded through gritted teeth.
Thank fuck for that.
Jamie rewarded her, pressing harder against her clit. “Can I kiss you?”
Maya snorted. “That’s awfully polite for someone who’s already got their hands down my pants.”
Jamie stopped circling her, and Maya growled, digging her nails into her waist. Jamie raised her brows, her lips pursing. Nothing was better than getting a rise out of Maya.
“ Ugh! Fine. Yes, you can ki—”
She didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence. Jamie’s mouth was on hers. Hot. Demanding.
Maya grabbed her arse, rocking their hips together, pulling them closer. The feel of Maya’s pelvis against hers made Jamie’s eyes roll back.
There was too much space. Too many clothes. She needed her naked. To feel her wet and rubbing against her. She wanted all of Maya, undiluted.
She unzipped her tracksuit top and tugged it down her arms, barely breaking kisses. Maya did the same to Jamie, and something seemed to awaken inside her. The dark look crossing her gaze made Jamie swallow. She ripped Jamie’s T-shirt over her head and nipped hard at the bare skin of her shoulders, clawing her nails across her back.
Jamie shivered, trying to get Maya back up against the wall, but now she had the upper hand.
Maya wasn’t backing down. She was leaning into it .
Sweet lord.
She gripped Jamie’s waist as she walked them backwards to the bed.
“Take your shirt off,” Jamie said.
But Maya pushed her, and Jamie fell back onto her navy bedsheets. Maya’s gaze dipped over her black sports bra and tight abs. The fire in her eyes was almost enough to make Jamie combust. She had no idea how fucking sexy she was.
“You want my shirt off? Make me,” Maya said.
Jamie leaned forward on her knees and tugged Maya down onto the bed with her. She tried to get her lips on Maya’s neck again, fisting her shirt, but Maya seized her hands, using her strength to overpower her and tip her onto her back. She lifted Jamie’s arms up above her head, pinning them against her pillow.
Jamie looked up at her, breathless—and admittedly, a little in awe.
“Take off your bra first,” Maya demanded.
Jamie wasn’t going to give it to her easily. She lifted her chin. “Come and get it.”
“Turn over.”
With a little encouragement from Maya’s forceful hands, Jamie obliged, rolling over, her own hands still up on her pillow.
Maya flicked open the clasp, but it was one of those frustrating fits that needed to come off over Jamie’s head. Instead, she gripped the waistband of Jamie’s trousers and whipped them off, leaving her in her navy-blue boxer briefs. She smoothed her hands over Jamie’s strong legs and round bum, before raking her nails up the skin of her back. Jamie shivered underneath her.
Maya dipped so she could bite her shoulder again, hard enough to make her hiss, then lowered herself against Jamie’s bum. She could feel Maya’s damp underwear as she pressed against her, rolling her hips, and gasped into the pillow, feeling herself pulse.
“Turn around,” Maya whispered into her ear.
“How? When you’re on me like—”
“Turn around,” she said again, more forcefully this time.
There was no way Jamie could say no to that.
Maya lifted herself slightly, supporting herself with her arms, and Jamie wiggled over so they were face to face.
“You’re very demanding,” she breathed, their mouths just inches apart.
Maya traced her hands down Jamie’s small breasts, her nipples rising to attention under the material, then gripped the bra and tugged it over her head. Jamie lay there exposed, but it was the look on Maya’s face that stilled her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her gaze combed her body. Those dark eyes full of something unsaid.
Jamie couldn’t place the feeling, but it made her entire being ache.
Then, without warning, Maya leaned forward and kissed her, her mouth nipping and sucking.
Jamie gripped her shirt, and Maya shrugged it over her head. To save time, she undid her own bra and threw that off as well, then fell back on top of her, their bare breasts touching, and slid her hand down into Jamie’s boxers. Jamie gasped as she brushed over her, slipping and sliding around her clit.
In a flash, Maya removed Jamie’s underwear and glided two fingers inside her with ease.
Jamie pushed back into the mattress, the relief immediate. “Fucking hell, Maya.” She caught the way her eyes dipped. “You like it when I say your name, don’t you?”
Instead of answering, Maya pushed into her fully, and Jamie groaned, gripping her back. Their mouths met in hard, rough kisses, but Maya pumped in and out of her at a steady pace. Jamie ground and pushed against her fingers. She wanted more.
“This is torture,” she murmured against Maya’s mouth. “What did I ever do wrong to you in a past life?”
Maya swallowed her comment with more kisses but held the rhythm. Jamie squirmed underneath her, getting even wetter. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Did she want her on the edge? To beg?
The idea sent a whole new wave of arousal through Jamie’s body, and she whimpered. Feeling Maya inside her was fucking amazing. She didn’t want it to stop—even if it was torture.
Maya kissed along Jamie’s jaw and behind her ear. When her teeth grazed her soft skin, Jamie could barely keep it together. She captured Maya’s lips with hers, but when she tried to speed things up, Maya slowed down. Jamie threaded her fingers through her hair, urging her to kiss her harder, faster, but she wasn’t biting.
“Maya…” she pleaded, low and guttural, into her mouth. “Please.”
Their hot tongues swirled together in a delicate dance. Jamie pulsed so hard she could barely breathe.
To her dismay, Maya pulled back. “You can do better than that.”
Without missing a beat, she grabbed Maya’s chin and turned it towards her, holding the wicked look in her eyes. She captured Maya’s lip between her teeth and dragged it downwards, just hard enough. Her eyes flicked between hers, then she let it go.
“I want you to fuck me, Maya. I want to feel you. Fuck me like you mean it.” She grazed her lips against hers, softly this time, then traced the inside of Maya’s bottom lip with her tongue. Her insides were coiled, ready to spring and burst into flames. She needed this so badly, and she wasn’t opposed to begging. Not if it meant Maya would make her come.
Her gaze held hers, unwavering.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please.”
At that, Maya’s resolve crumbled. She pushed Jamie back onto the mattress, fucking her hard and fast with her fingers.
Jamie’s eyes rolled back, and she let out a groan before finding Maya’s gaze again. Deep and dark and watching her every move. Her free hand rested on Jamie’s chest, her thumb stroking her throat like she was unsure, but Jamie didn’t want her to hold back. She moved her hand to her throat, and the corners of her mouth ticked upwards.
“This is what you want?” Maya asked, her grip tightening.
“Fuck. Yes.”
Maya pressed her weight into Jamie, and her stomach pulled, heat spreading through her chest. The feeling of her consumed her completely. She was out of control with how much she wanted Maya and, judging by the look on her face, Maya was well aware.
Jamie didn’t care. It was impossible to talk or breathe or do anything other than feel how good Maya fucked her.
Maya bent down to kiss her, hard and rough, before adjusting herself, looping Jamie’s leg over her shoulder and finding a new angle that made her moan into her mouth.
“There,” Jamie rasped. “Just like that.”
Maya obliged, and Jamie’s abs tightened, her legs tensing. She was so close.
Maya leaning over her, her muscles defined. Her eyes, full of untamed desire, were one of the hottest things Jamie had ever witnessed.
She wanted to come with Maya’s fingers inside her. Her clit ached at the thought, and she reached to stroke herself.
Maya grabbed her hand and secured it hard against the bed.
Jamie squirmed as she stopped fucking her.
A slow grin spread across Maya’s face. This woman was playing with her, and Jamie was loving every single minute of it.
But she was learning how to work Maya, too.
“Maya,” she breathed, and the sound of her name made Maya’s eyes dip. “Please.”
“Please…what?”
“Please, make me come. I want to come for you.”
That did the trick.
Maya slipped her fingers into her again, fucking her fast. With her other hand, she slowly stroked Jamie’s slick clit with her thumb. Jamie bucked against the contact, her core contracting.
“Oh my god,” she murmured, briefly losing herself somewhere in the ceiling. “That feels so—”
Her legs trembled, and a low groan burst from her lips as intense pleasure rocketed through her. She clawed her nails into Maya’s skin, her name falling out of her mouth, over and over again like a prayer, as her orgasm engulfed her. She rode the hot waves of pleasure until, unfolding slowly, she lay back on the bed.
Fucking hell. She didn’t have to check to know she was soaked. When she pulled her gaze from the ceiling, finding Maya watching her, everything clenched again.
She was so fucking hot.
Maya lowered herself onto her elbows, raking her eyes over Jamie’s pale skin, her trembling thighs. She kissed them, grazing her lips up over her hips, nipping at the softness there, and Jamie parted her legs, a silent invitation.
Maya’s mouth dropped open, a new expression taking over her face. One that made Jamie swallow.
Lazily, Maya swept her tongue over her, groaning at her sweet taste. Jamie gripped her head, and she shivered beneath her.
“I’m so s-sensitive,” Jamie gasped.
Maya thrust her tongue deeper, and Jamie cried out, her thighs clenching around Maya’s head. Feeding on her pleasure, needing more, craving more, Maya turned her attention to Jamie’s swollen clit. She bucked again, Maya’s name like a curse in her mouth.
Every swipe, swirl and flick of her tongue felt glorious. I missed this. It was a strange thing to think when this was Maya’s first time between Jamie’s legs, but it didn’t feel like the first. It was as if they were reconnecting something long forgotten in the base of their brains. She couldn’t explain it, but her body tried to.
Maya thrust two fingers into her easily, and as Jamie arched off the bed, she pinned her down with her free hand, continuing to swirl circles around her sensitive spot. Within seconds, Jamie came again, her fingers tightening in Maya’s hair and forcing her to look at her.
Jamie wanted to remember that look on her face.
After her climax had wound down, her chest tight and heaving, a big smile played on her mouth.
“Well,” she said breathlessly, “that was definitely longer than your fifteen minutes of allotted time.”
“Shut up.” Maya shook her head, but the corners of her mouth curved.
Jamie loved getting that reaction out of her.
She sat up, propping herself against the headboard with a contented sigh, and ushered Maya forward with a curl of her finger. “Come here.”