Chapter Twenty
Maisie
My hands have a mind of their own when I do just that. Inching closer between his legs, I find a very thick and hard erection. Slowly, I slide my fingers up his shaft and am careful when I reach the piercing.
I wonder how it’d feel inside me.
Especially with my own piercing.
Fuck , that’s a dangerous thought to have when he’s on limited physical activity.
“Maisie…” he groans out my name like he’s praying for mercy.
Knowing how long it’s been and how no one else has touched him like this makes me want to pleasure him even more. Unfortunately, I don’t have super long arms, so my grip is weak trying to hold on to him.
Instead, I use the washcloth as my helper to reach around and slide up the other side of his length. He must like it because his fingers dig into my calves as another moan vibrates from his throat .
When his chest rapidly rises and falls, I can’t help lowering my lips to the nape of his neck. I flatten my tongue and lick him.
“Shit, Maze. I should be the one touchin’ and kissin’ you.” He tilts his head toward the other shoulder, giving me easier access.
“Not tonight. I’m takin’ care of my needy little patient,” I whisper in his ear. “So let me help you relax.”
I continue rotating my hands over his cock and around his thighs. My fingers tease and massage every inch of skin I can reach.
Warren’s trying so hard to control his breathing. I can’t help worrying it’s hurting his ribs.
“If I’m causin’ you more pain, tell me.”
“Definitely not.” He shakes his head, tilting it to the side toward me.
My eyes catch his and he lowers his gaze to my lips.
“Whaddya need?” I ask since he’s close and I want to help him get there.
“Your mouth.”
His hand reaches up to cup my face and then we’re in a heated battle of tongues and teeth. It’s hot and desperate, like a sweet craving you’ve been fighting, and suddenly, it’s within your grasp and you finally taste it. Inhale it.
It’s all-consuming.
My hands stall for a moment while my brain catches up with the rest of me. His lips move with mine, sucking and tasting like I’m his lifeline.
“Sit in front of me, Maze,” he says, breaking the kiss, and I realize how stretched his neck is trying to reach me.
There’s no easy way to maneuver around him without putting my whole crotch in his face, so I step out of the tub before climbing in again. He slides back, giving me more room to sit across from him.
“That’s… new .” His gaze lowers below the water.
My cheeks heat. “Saw that, did ya?”
He grabs my waist, sliding me closer until my legs are on top of his. My calves slide around his waist, pressing his erection between our bodies.
“Careful,” I say, gripping the edge of the tub so I don’t put any pressure on his chest. Thank goodness there’s enough room for us or it’d be awkward and uncomfortable. Being able to both fit was the reason I wanted a deep tub in the first place.
“I’m fine, Maze.” His palms lower to my ass, pulling me tighter against him. “Can I touch it?”
“The piercin’?”
“Mhm. I wanna see your reaction.”
I swallow hard and nod, but I already know it’s going to be my undoing. We’ve always been explosive in the bedroom and as much as I want to relive those moments with him, I’m nervous it won’t live up to the expectations he’s built up in his head all these years we’ve been apart.
But when his finger slides between my thighs and brushes over my clit, all those fears fade away. Our chemistry and feelings toward each other are what made it so good between us in the first place.
Once I realized those feelings still existed and I stopped fighting it, that same spark returned.
“What made you do this?” he asks in a deep, raspy voice that has me clenching my pussy.
The pad of his thumb rubs over it, stealing a gasp from me when he does it again .
“Bachelorette party gone wrong,” I admit, breathing faster. “We all got somethin’ pierced. I contemplated gettin’ my nipples done, but those take a long time to heal.”
“Mmm…” He groans, his lips hovering over my ear. “You made a good choice. This is like a built-in teammate to help you come even harder.”
My hips involuntarily arch into his hand, seeking his touch. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, needing more.
“Put your fingers inside me,” I beg, burying my face in his neck.
“Patience, my love.”
My heart rate spikes at the term of endearment he used when we were younger and I’d forgotten how much it turned me on.
“I thought you were a good boy who gave me whatever I wanted…” I taunt, hoping he’ll cave and finger fuck me the way I need.
“I will…if you beg for it.”
Pulling back, I meet his burning gaze and he smirks like a cocky asshole.
Fine, if that’s what it’s going to take, I’ll do it.
“Warren, please ,” I say almost breathlessly. “Make me come.”
“That’s my good girl.” His cock jerks between us. “You have no idea what those words do to me.”
He circles my clit a few more times before pressing into my opening with two fingers. I lift slightly to give him more room and then slide down on them.
I let out a heavy sigh of relief.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight.” He captures my mouth, sinking his tongue between my lips and breathing in my moans. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby. ”
And I do.
My body rides his hand like I’m a starved and desperate woman. When his thumb reaches up and teases my piercing, a shockwave washes through me, and I explode harder than I have in years.
“Holy shit,” I gasp out the words, unable to control the way my body shakes. Either from the water turning cold or the adrenaline high, but either way, it’s intense.
“Are you okay?” He cups my face, and I frown at the loss of him inside me.
All I can do is nod.
“Yeah, I very much like your little piercin’.” His teasing tone makes me chuckle. “You look so perfect and wrecked for me.”
Once the high wears off, Warren helps me out of the tub and we rinse off in the shower together. We make out most of the time we’re there but when I offer to help him out with his massive problem, he insists I don’t need to.
However, I can’t stop thinking about twisting my tongue around those barbells and wrapping my lips around the tip.
Once he’s dried off and pulls on clean boxer briefs, he slips into bed and tells me to join him. I packed a bag with extra clothes but decided to only put on an oversized T-shirt and panties.
“Feelin’ okay? Did you want me to grab an ice pack or your meds?”
“Nope, I’m great.”
When I climb in next to him, he wraps an arm around my waist and yanks me closer. Then he dips down and captures my lips. “Would be even better if you stayed right here with me all night.”
“Hm…that can be arranged.” I wrap my arm low on his stomach, teasing the hem of his shorts. “But only if you listen to doctor’s orders.”
He groans in my ear. “Then you better stop tryin’ to touch my dick because it’s very aware of your presence.”
“You shoulda let me take care of it in the shower, then.”
His mouth sucks my neck and I hum at how good his scruffiness feels scratching over my skin.
“I’m tryin’ to take it slow,” he murmurs. “I don’t wanna risk movin’ too fast and losin’ you again.”
The hurt in his voice makes my heart stop, and I freeze. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, Warren.”
He lifts his head, meeting my gaze. “You’re not?”
“I haven’t figured everythin’ out yet, but I don’t wanna leave you again. Hayes is flyin’ here next week and I planned on talkin’ to him then.”
“So you’re mine for a few days?” He arches a brow, grinning.
“Hopefully more, but yes. I’m here to be your personal nurse.”
“Mm…” His hand slides down my back until he grips my ass. “First a naked sponge bath and now you’re half-naked in my bed? I think you’re tryin’ to gimme a heart attack. Not very professional of you.”
“Sorry, Mr. Langston…” My fingers skim over his erection, feeling how hard he is for me, and he shudders. “I can’t help myself ar ound you.”
I can’t remember the last time I felt this ravenous and desperate.
The fact I didn’t bother to pack my laptop and work supplies tells me how mixed up I had my priorities.
I used my job as an excuse instead of facing reality that I wasn’t as happy as I tried to convince myself.
I’ve given more tasks to my assistant and got a job listing up so I can hire more help.
It’ll help me grow as an agency and give me more time to focus on what’s important—a work-life balance that doesn’t consume my whole world.
“You’re not playin’ fair, Mrs. Langston.” He nips my lower lip, his other hand reaching up to cup my breast over my shirt.
I full-on black out when he says those words.
Fuck, that’s so hot.
“You can’t tell me to take it easy when you’re teasin’ me like that.” He arches his hips, pressing his cock harder into my palm.
“Warren…” I breathe out his name. “Call me that again.”
It takes a moment for him to realize what I said, but then he grins against my neck, feathering kisses toward my ear.
“Mrs. Langston…my fuckin’ gorgeous wife.”
Without giving me a chance to react, he pulls me on top of him, and I immediately lift up so I don’t bear weight on his chest.
“I’m fine, baby. It’s a bruise not a bullet hole,” he reassures. “Now turn around.”
“W-what? How?”
“Climb over me and stick your ass in my face. That way there’s no pressure on my chest.”
“You wanna eat me from behind?” I haven’t been in that position since the last time we did it years ago.
He gives my ass a hard swat in response.
But then that means I get to finally taste him .
I carefully rearrange myself until my legs are on either side of his head and his cock is inches from my face.
“Like this?” I arch my back, feeling a bit self-conscious and wondering if I remembered to shave this week.
“Perfect…” His palms slide up my thighs and he squeezes. “Fuckin’ hell.”
I can tell how affected he is by the bulge suffocating in his boxer briefs. Rubbing gently over him, I ask, “Can I?”
“Yes, be careful of the piercin’. It makes everythin’ extra sensitive.”
Oh, is that so?
I push down his shorts until he’s exposed, hard and weeping for my touch. When I slide my tongue over him, he slides my panties to one side and inhales deeply. One finger swipes through my slit before he flicks his tongue out and tastes me.
For someone who hasn’t been with a woman in seven years, Warren’s not hesitant or gentle when he devours my pussy. Licking and sucking, he’s a man on a mission to make me come all over his face.
I’m trying my best to focus on the cock in front of me, but every touch he gives me has my body on fire. I can barely breathe when he presses the tip of his thumb in my ass.
“Oh my God…” I moan around his tip between my lips.
Wanting to cause him the same pleasure, I deep-throat him as far as I can and slide my hand between his thighs until I find the spot underneath his balls.
He groans against me and lifts his hips against my mouth. When I hollow my cheeks, I continue teasing his taint and twirling my tongue around his length. When I sink even farther down, I choke but don’t stop.
“I need you to come, Maze.” He digs his fingers into my skin before his tongue slides up into my crack and then back down to feast on my clit.
Holy fuck.
He finds the perfect rhythm and my movements stall as the buildup intensifies. Every lick, suck, and bite has me on edge.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. “I’m so close…”
When his finger breaches my hole again, I shatter around him and gasp for air. This position makes it awkward since I can’t squeeze my thighs or grind against him, but he holds me in place while I cum on his face.
As soon as I can breathe again, I swallow him down until I’m choking on his release.
“Jesus Christ…” He growls, his legs shaking underneath me. I grin proudly that I’m the only woman who’s ever had him this way and made him make those sounds. They’re intoxicating and I can’t believe I’d gone so long without them.
Climbing off him and turning around, I crawl up the bed and crash against the mattress next to him.
He chuckles, pulls up his shorts, then leans over on his good side to wrap an arm around me.
“Your pussy tastes better than I remember. I’m afraid I’ll get addicted to it now…” He brings up his hand, brushing wild strands of hair off my face, and tilts up my chin. “You doin’ okay?”
Laughter bubbles out of me. “I haven’t come that hard in so long. I’m numb from the waist down.”
“Not surprised, baby. You made a fuckin’ mess on me.”
Peeling my eyes open, I smile wide at the evidence on his lips and chin. Flattening my tongue, I lick up his face and giggle when he pokes my side .
“No ticklin’!” I laugh when he does it again. “No fair, I can’t get even.”
He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanks me closer, then crushes his mouth to mine.
On second thought, I’ll take it if it means he rewards me like this.