Chapter Twenty-Two
Jamie
“Are you…serious?” Jamie’s words trailed off. Her eyes followed the snake of Maya’s hips as they swished side to side. She stalked towards her, slowly, accentuating each movement, and Jamie didn’t know where to focus. Maya’s eyes had taken on a new shade. Darker, mischievous— Jamie liked it a lot.
Maya bent over and grabbed her chin. “No talking, unless spoken to. This is my show. And my rules. You got it?”
Jamie smiled in her grip but nodded profusely, her stomach doing flip-flops. She loved it when Maya took control like this.
“Good.”
Maya let go of her and started moving her body to the beat. Under the muted light, she was as elegant as she was sexy. Jamie couldn’t pick her jaw up off the floor or tear her eyes from her waist. Where was this coming from?
Maya pressed herself against a wooden bedpost and let her fingers run over her body. “Do you think you can handle it?” she asked.
Jamie nodded again. Her eyes were stuck to Maya like glue, transfixed, as her hands caressed herself. Their gazes met, and Jamie’s breath stuck in her throat.
Jesus.
Maya grasped her zipper, edging it down slowly, letting her eye contact do all the work. If someone had asked Jamie before, she’d have said stripping out of a football tracksuit was a terrible idea. But it was more than working. It was absolutely fucking fantastic.
Maya removed her T-shirt and trousers, timing it perfectly with the increased tempo of the song, and discarded the clothes onto Jamie. Her scent filled Jamie’s nostrils, and a new wave of arousal coated her head-to- toe.
Maya became one with the music, her movements purposeful and slow, hands drifting over her breasts and hardening her nipples. Jamie so badly wanted to touch her; she could feel herself pulsing just watching her touch herself. The look in Maya’s eyes told her she already knew the effect she was causing. She’d never seen her so at ease before, except on the football pitch. She wasn’t sure what had brought this on—but her aching clit told her this was more than just a wet dream.
Maya dropped down low with the beat, letting her bum rise slowly. Jamie’s eyes followed the curve of her arse, the toned muscles of her thighs, the thin strip of black underwear between her legs. She wanted to know how wet she was. Then she caught Maya’s eye again. The corners of her mouth were curling.
Maya was enjoying herself far too much.
But Jamie wasn’t going to complain.
Maya moved towards her, wearing only her underwear and tight sports bra. She ran a finger across Jamie’s chest, bending down to whisper in her ear. “No touching unless I say so.”
Jamie flicked her gaze up from Maya’s cleavage to nod.
Maya dragged her fingers along Jamie’s chest again—digging her nails in this time—as she walked around the back of the chair. “Good,” she said. She dipped to suck behind Jamie’s earlobe for just a second, letting her hands run smoothly over Jamie’s breasts .
“Jesus, fu—” Jamie bit back the rest of her words with a groan, and the sound seemed to fuel Maya even more. She slipped between her legs, careful with her ankle, and pushed her thighs apart. Jamie could feel how wet she was. Maya swayed her hips to the beat, gripping her so she could roll up her body and press her nipples against her.
Jamie gritted her teeth, her entire body hot with fire.
Maya spun, backing her arse into Jamie, and took her hand, letting her trace her fingers up Maya’s torso and over her breasts.
“Fucking hell, Maya,” Jamie growled, unable to stop herself.
Maya dropped her hand and climbed onto Jamie’s lap, pushing her head backwards. “What did I say to you about talking?”
Her heart was about to burst out of her chest. Unable to speak, even if she had been able to with Maya sitting on her lap, she mimed zipping her mouth closed.
A wicked smirk took over Maya’s face. She straddled Jamie, swirling and grinding her hips over her pelvis. Jamie’s hands reached out instinctively to touch her, then she fisted them at her sides.
“You’re learning,” Maya commented, voice low in her throat. She wound her arms around Jamie’s neck as she ground harder, circling and pressing against her clit, making her whimper.
Fuck, that feels good.
When Maya put some distance between their bodies, Jamie missed the contact immediately. Her fingers itched to reach over and touch herself, but she didn’t want to get in Maya’s bad books.
Even if the thought of that made everything tingle.
The music rolled through Maya’s body, and she let her hands worship every curve, making sure to look Jamie in the eye. Jamie devoured each sway of her hips and dip of her chest. She was hooked. Hopelessly.
All thoughts about her ankle, the possibility of missing the Harriers game, of setting back her own progress, of whether or not the Hornets had injured her on purpose, had vanished. She couldn’t even feel her ankle over the aching in her pelvis. All she could think about was getting Maya’s naked body on hers.
Maya lifted her foot onto the thigh of Jamie’s good leg, tracing her fingers delicately from her shin to the edges of her underwear. Then she twisted around, turning her back to her, and dropped to grind her hips back and forth over Jamie’s lap. Jamie moaned in response, and Maya leaned further back, spurred on by her reaction. She pushed into her, electric jolts firing through Jamie’s core as she rubbed against her clit.
Holy fucking shit.
“Do you want to touch me?” Maya asked, the words seeming to stick in her throat.
“Yes,” she replied.
They both let out a little laugh at the sheer pace she’d responded, but the laughter quickly faded when Maya resumed her movements .
“Tell me just how badly you want it,” she whispered.
Jamie’s chest heaved. Her heartbeat thudded into Maya’s back.
“Oh my god, Maya…” Her breathless voice tickled goosebumps up Maya’s arms. “Not being able to touch you is torture. You’re so…fucking…hot.”
Maya reached around and took Jamie’s hand in hers, guiding it over her hard nipples and down between her legs. She rested her hand there, and Jamie felt her pulse underneath her fingers.
“Fucking hell.” Jamie hissed at Maya’s wetness soaked through her underwear, but she didn’t move. She wanted so badly to relieve the aching pressure in her own clit, or to slide her fingers inside Maya, but she waited, knowing she was testing her.
Maya tilted her head to look at her, her eyes betraying every thought. Slowly, she leaned closer, sucking Jamie’s lip into her mouth.
Jamie moaned, kissing her back, and the two of them fell into each other. Maya stroked her tongue against hers, the movement soft and delicate, almost unravelling Jamie completely. She’d had fierce and passionate kisses before, but nothing like this. Nothing so sensual and silky. It was imprinting. Soul-marking.
They both teased, with gentle, purposeful flicks and caresses of their tongues. Heat pooled between Jamie’s thighs, and Maya squirmed underneath her hand.
Then the song drew to a close and faded out, leaving the two of them panting in the middle of the room .
“Do you think you can make it to the bed?” Maya asked.
“Yes.”
She gave her a once over. “And your ankle. Do you think…think you’ll be okay?”
“Maya, a bus or a fucking meteorite could hit me right now, and it wouldn’t stop me from touching you.”
She laughed, and with shaky legs, they moved onto the bed. Maya spread Jamie onto her back and removed her trousers, sucking in a breath at how wet she was already.
She let her look. Maya had earned every last bit of it.
Maya unclipped her bra and slipped off her underwear, straddling Jamie again. She combed her with her gaze, spreading heat low in her navel. There was something so undoing about the way Maya’s eyes would undress her. It was addictive. She bent down to kiss her, grinding her hips against her lap. Their tongues glided together, and a bolt of pleasure cracked through Jamie’s core. Breaking the kiss, Maya leaned back.
“Give me your tongue.”
Jamie’s eyebrows drew together. “What?”
“Give me your tongue,” she said.
Something flashed across her features, and Jamie, completely spellbound, did as she asked, sticking out her tongue. Maya adjusted herself, moving higher up Jamie’s body, knees either side of her head so she hovered above her face.
Jamie could hardly breathe, taking in the sight of her glistening pussy .
“Stay there,” she demanded. “Just like that.” And Maya lowered herself onto Jamie’s hot tongue.
Holy roly poly, fucking shit.
Jamie almost combusted just from hearing the breathless whimper that left Maya’s throat. She sunk onto her, dictating the pace, using Jamie’s tongue for her own pleasure, placing her hands on the wall behind them to steady herself as she slid back and forth.
Jamie held her tongue firm and steady, coating Maya’s clit with every roll of her hips. Her wetness covered Jamie’s cheeks and chin, and she gripped her waist, trying to control the overwhelming urge to devour her. She grasped tight as Maya ground against her.
Maya’s legs started to tremble. The thought of her finishing on her tongue sent a roll of pleasure through Jamie’s stomach. Maya got even wetter, and Jamie groaned, dying to have a proper taste.
Maya’s core tightened beneath her hands. She was close. Her ragged breathing filled the room as she rocked on Jamie’s tongue, but then her rhythm slowed. Why? How?
Jamie had always given herself in to pleasure. Even when she didn’t want to, against her better judgement, she still couldn’t help it—especially when it came to Maya. But Maya was reserved about certain things. Guarded in a way. Jamie wanted nothing more than to understand the inner workings of her brain. To see the parts that Maya didn’t want others to see. Jamie desperately wanted to know everything there was to know about her. What made Maya Maya. She wanted to get closer, deeper.
It became increasingly harder to keep still. Jamie wanted to give Maya everything. To kiss her and worship her like she craved. She wanted to be the reason Maya climaxed; she wanted to taste every last inch of her.
Maya exhaled a haggard breath that made Jamie’s insides tighten.
“Jamie,” she panted. “Make me come.”
Jamie tightened her grip on Maya’s thighs, and her tongue came to life, circling her swollen clit. Maya worked with her, grinding on her silky tongue until she bucked on Jamie’s face, a shudder building in her legs. It was everything Jamie craved and more. She fucking loved the way Maya tasted, the sounds she made, how wet she got for her.
Hips twisting and rolling, Maya whimpered, Jamie’s tongue licking and sucking around her slippery clit. Her gasps got louder and louder until she clenched, slapping her palm against the wall.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried, legs quivering around Jamie’s face.
Jamie groaned against her, tongue chasing the taste deeper, squeezing every ounce of pleasure she could.
Eventually, Maya collapsed beside her, the muscles in her legs still contracting.
“That looked like a good one,” Jamie said, unable to stop the swell of pride at eliciting this response from Maya. A smug grin was spreading across her face, but she couldn’t squash it down. The feel and taste of Maya was overriding her brainwaves.
Maya turned to her, her eyes landing on Jamie’s mouth. She shrugged, trying to keep a straight face. “Meh. I’ve had better.”
Jamie jabbed her fingers into her ribs, and she squirmed, bursting out laughing.
“Stop!” She tried to fight her off, but she was still weak. “Jamie!”
“You cannot come like that, and then just say ‘meh’.” Jamie was almost on top of her now, flashing a smile that felt far too big for her face.
Maya loved winding her up.
The thing is: Jamie loved it too. She loved Maya’s playful side. It was special.
She pinned Maya’s arms above her head, pushing into her with her full weight. Maya looked up at her, and Jamie’s clit tingled. This woman brought out so many emotions in her.
She kissed her hard, nipping her lip between her teeth, then sucking a trail of kisses down her neck. Maya reacted, and Jamie leaned into it, loving how sensitive she was there. The smell of her salty skin was mixed with a scent that was uniquely Maya’s, intoxicating and familiar, making Jamie’s head spin. Her lips hovered over her earlobe.
“Maya, I don’t think you want me to be the bad guy here. Especially when you’re so…” She caressed her with her fingertips, and Maya cursed. “…sensitive.”
Jamie grinned, and Maya kissed her again, her touch awakening another throbbing pulse between her legs. The mood shifted, Jamie’s mischievousness replaced by an aching in her abdomen. It always surprised her how quickly they could switch. From teasing and pushing each other’s buttons to wanting to own each other in the best way possible.
The desire in Maya’s eyes electrified Jamie all over.
Maya adjusted herself onto her side, carefully rolling Jamie onto her back without breaking their kisses. She dipped her hands into Jamie’s underwear, sliding right into her wetness. Jamie gasped into her mouth as she worked circles with her fingertips, teasing her over her entrance. Maya was toying with her, but she didn’t mind. She understood the push and pull. Truthfully, Jamie loved it.
Maya sunk into her with her fingers, pushing herself up to get better access.
“Oh, fuck.” Jamie moaned, her gaze finding Maya’s bouncing breasts before holding her eyes again.
Maya fucked her harder, giving her what she wanted. She brushed her lips over her bare skin, over her hip bones and up to her nipples, taking one into her mouth. Arousal pinged where Jamie needed it, and she almost came from the contact.
Maya rolled her tongue over the hardened nub and, removing her fingers from her, pressed the heel of her hand against her clit.
Jamie bucked, panting hard.
“Can’t have you finishing so soon,” Maya teased, flicking the tip of her tongue over Jamie’s nipple. “You have to earn it at least a little bit. ”
She cursed, which simply made Maya’s grin grow wider.
“Was the…lap dance not enough…teasing for you?” Jamie breathed.
“I think you already know the answer to that.” Maya’s thumb circled her swollen clit, and she pressed herself into her hand. “It’s like what Coach says—”
“I really don’t wanna think about Coach right now.”
They laughed, and Maya went a little faster with her thumb, enjoying every twitch and squirm of Jamie underneath her.
“When you gotta work a little for something, it’s a bigger reward, right?” She took Jamie’s other nipple into her mouth, grazing the sensitive skin with her teeth. When she caught Jamie’s gaze, she smiled, letting her tongue swirl in lazy circles.
“You’re the devil,” Jamie growled, but she was unable to look away from her. She was unable to do anything.
Maya brushed over her opening, coating her fingers in her slick. “Is this what you want?” She slipped into her again, hard and fast, tilting up to brush against her G-spot.
Jamie’s back arched, and Maya propped herself up above her, soaking it all in.
“You’re such a smug bastard, you know that?” Their eyes met, and Jamie tangled her fingers in her hair, pulling her in for a warm, wet kiss. “But I do fucking love your fingers,” she murmured against her mouth.
Her stomach ached, and she kissed Maya again, feeling her orgasm building. Each touch was a promise, every command a testament to how deeply she understood her. Everything pulled taut, her body humming with a fire she’d not experienced with anyone else. Maya fucked her harder, their tongues sliding together to finally push her over the edge. The feeling spiked low in her navel, cresting and pushing before spilling everywhere.
She clawed her nails into Maya as she climaxed, hot white waters flooding her vision, and Maya swallowed every moan of hers with her mouth.
“You feel so amazing when you come,” Maya said, lying down beside her and planting a kiss on her collarbone. She watched the rise and fall of Jamie’s chest for a while, tracing her fingertips over her burning abs.
Jamie turned to her, the curl of Maya’s lips a telltale sign of her own smugness. And with good reason; Jamie was still high somewhere in the ceiling. Maya’s fingers were fucking magic.
She adjusted herself, the corners of her mouth pulled upwards, and held Maya’s stare. “Meh,” she uttered, and they both erupted into stupid laughter.