Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Alonzo
W as this really happening?
The question repeated in my mind through the commute to Maya’s rental. I’d never done this before—arranged to have sex. Dani was the only person I’d ever slept with. It had taken us time to find our rhythm, but she’d enjoyed sex with me.
That didn’t mean Maya would. What if I fell short of her expectations? What if I couldn’t please her?
“What’s wrong with you?”
Maya’s outburst took me out of my agonized thoughts. I blinked at her and realized we’d stopped in front of a building.
“Are you backing out on me?” she asked.
“No,” I blurted out. “Definitely not.”
“Looks like you are.”
Feeling warm under the collar, I shoved my hand in my hair. “If I look weird, it’s not because I’m second-guessing this. I’m just—” I swallowed. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
She blinked, confusion clear in her eyes.
“I only have one chance with you. I need to get it right.”
Her face softened. Hooking her finger into my belt loop, she tugged on it lightly. “Such an achiever,” she said with a hint of affection in her voice. “You won’t know until you try.” Her full lips tilted to one side. “Don’t worry, I won’t grade you…out loud.”
The unspoken challenge spurred me into action. I cupped her neck, resting my thumb on the pulse beneath her jaw while my other fingers delved into her hair. I tipped her head up as I lowered mine, stopping just a breath away from her mouth. “Challenge accepted,” I whispered.
And then I put my lips on hers. Softly. Briefly. A tease, but also a test.
At the touch of our lips, my heart stopped, breath locking in my chest. She inhaled sharply, and electricity zipped through my veins. I kissed her again, harder. Her hand swept up my torso, nails digging into my shoulder as she deepened the kiss.
All my doubts about the magnitude of our first kiss vanished, obliterated by the utter sense of rightness that flooded me.
I placed a hand on either side of her face, tilting it so our mouths fit perfectly together. Everything else faded as I lost myself in the feel of her, the slide of her tongue along mine?—
“Get a room!” someone shouted.
Just like that first time, we broke apart in a rush. Stared at each other as we gasped for air.
“You heard what he said,” I murmured. But I didn’t move.
I wanted her to make the final call.
Without saying a word, she started walking up the stairs. Halfway to the doors, she glanced back. “You coming?”
I would…but only after she did.
I followed her in silence, taking in just enough of our surroundings to reassure myself she would be safe here. When we got to her room and I locked the door behind me, all I could look at was Maya.
She wanted me. This beautiful girl who challenged and amazed me like no other—she wanted me .
She whipped off her top and all thoughts fled my mind.
“Damn it, Maya,” I said as I fought to keep my eyes on her face. “I wanted to do that.”
“You were taking too long.” She reached for the front clasp of her bra, and I moved forward, stilling her hands.
“Let me.”
She dropped her arms. Lifted her chin. “You can look at my body, you know.”
“I know. I can’t wait to look at all of you. But I want you to know that I’m not just in this for the sex. I’m in this for you , Maya.”
Cam
My heartbeat thundered in my ears. I nearly shook with the anticipation and arousal that had been building up since we were at the coffee shop. Alonzo’s words, coupled with the earnestness in his eyes, added another sensation in my chest—something I wasn’t ready to examine.
I opened my mouth, but no reply came out. No wisecracks.
Alonzo remained still, his head bent over mine. He studied my face like I was a textbook he needed to memorize.
I was used to sex.
I wasn’t used to this slow lead-up…and definitely not to the invisible magnet that seemed to tug at me with his closeness.
“It’s just sex, Manila,” I said, hating how my voice sounded rusty. Unsure. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
His jaw tightened. Finally, finally , he lifted his hand, placing it on the side of my neck.
It was gentle yet firm, and despite the lack of pressure, he seemed to pin me in place.
I kept my expression impassive, but with his hand on me, there was no hiding the thrumming of my pulse, the heat of my skin.
And still he made no move.
A choking sound escaped my throat.
His thumb caressed my skin just then, right under my ear, and I swear my core clenched.
He bent closer, halting a breath away from me. “It’s a big deal to me , Maya. I’m not rushing it. I’m going to savor every last second of this.”
Before he could get the last word out, I was pulling his head to mine and kissing him with every ounce of pent-up lust within me.
Forget pretending that I was unaffected—I let him feel my frustration in the pressure of my lips against his, let him taste my desire in the sweep of my tongue in his mouth.
He met my fire with his, stoking the flames higher with his fingers grasping my hair and his other hand palming my ass and grinding me on his erection.
Kissing him like my life depended on it, I blindly yanked his shirt up and roamed my hand over the abs I’d tried not to notice at the beach.
They felt just as sculpted as they looked. I wanted to trace them with my tongue.
“Fuck,” he gasped as my fingers dipped beneath his waistband. “Wait.”
“Savor me later. I need to come now.” I proved my point by unbuttoning his jeans.
His groan sounded like pure torture. “If that’s what you want,” he muttered right before hoisting me up and dropping me onto the mattress. Then he knelt on the floor, swept his hands up my legs, and pulled me to the edge of the bed.
Goosebumps broke across my skin as his hands moved higher, slipping beneath the hem of my shorts until his thumbs brushed against my panties. “You’re wet, babe. Have you been like this the entire time?” He traced one thumb up my seam through the cotton and stopped at my clit.
My back bowed at the first press of his thumb. He pressed harder, rubbing circles around my clit and?—
“Ohh,” I cried out as I came. His finger slipped under my panties and thrust into me, setting off a fresh wave of pleasure.
He added another finger, and I clenched around them both, my hips pumping toward him.
“That’s it. Fuck my fingers.”
I fought to catch my breath. “You always talk this much in bed?”
“Nope. You inspire me.” Dragging his fingers out of my panties, he brought them to his mouth and licked them, his eyelids fluttering closed.
A shiver ran through me.
“You taste so good.” He looked at me. “Can you come again?”
“Find out for yourself.”
Reaching for my shorts, he made quick work of unbuttoning them, and pulled them down along with my thong. He stared at my core, his eyes darkening further. My thighs pressed together, but he pushed them apart, exposing me to his gaze.
For a second, I thought of the cellulite on my thighs and my multitude of stretch marks. But then I heard him take a staggered breath.
“Maya.” He said my name with such wonder that I forgot to be self-conscious. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I gave a choked laugh because I could have said the same thing about him. “Not before you fuck me.”
He bent toward me, obviously intending to eat me out. I stalled him with my thighs around his neck.
“With your dick, Alonzo.”
“You don’t like oral?”
“I do. Later.”
His frown disappeared. “We’ll do it your way this time.” Straightening, he pulled off his shirt.
I pushed myself up on my elbows to watch as his abs rippled with his movements. He caught me staring and smirked. “Like what you see?”
Raising an eyebrow, I reached for my bra’s front clasp, flicked it open, and freed my breasts. A guttural sound left his throat and I said, “Do you?”
He shook his head, unblinking. “The death of me,” he repeated. Then he unzipped his jeans and pushed them and his boxer briefs down his thighs, revealing his erection.
I sucked in a breath. I’d thought that was what he meant about possibly disappointing me, but he had nothing to worry about.
“Is it satisfactory?” Fisting himself, he stroked his length.
“Not bad.”
“You’re hell for my ego, babe.”
“And you like me anyway. Condom?”
He dug into his pocket and came up with one.
“How long has that been there?”
He grimaced. “Since this morning.”
“Planning a date?”
Instead of putting the condom on, he knelt on the bed with one knee on either side of my hips and leaned over me. “More like I was trying to find a way to see you again. And I figured I should be prepared just in case.”
He anchored himself on one hand next to me as the other cupped my breast. Dipping his head, he placed an open-mouthed kiss on my nipple.
He worshipped me with his mouth, sucking and licking until I couldn’t breathe from the sensations zipping through me.
When he lifted his head, I thought I’d get a chance to catch my breath, only for his lips to move to my other nipple.
Somehow, my hands ended up in his hair, holding him tight to me.
My hips moved restlessly against his abs while his cock throbbed against my leg.
“I love your tits,” he murmured right before he sucked a sensitive spot on the underside of my chest.
A groan left me but I managed to force out, “Me too.”
As much as I enjoyed his mouth on my breasts, I wanted more. I drew his head away and said, “Fuck me.”
He lurched up and snatched the packet from the mattress. His hands fumbled as he tore it open, and I took the condom and rolled it onto his erection. He thrust into my hand, his length hard and hot. I needed him inside me more than I needed oxygen.
Releasing him, I moved to my hands and feet. He let out a groan, and I looked back at him, finding him staring at my ass.
“Unreal.” He stroked himself twice, then rubbed his head up my slit, sending pleasure through me. “I’m not going to last long, but I’ll make it up to you.”
He pushed inside me, drawing out a moan from deep within my throat as he filled me inch by inch. He stretched me almost to the point of pain, but the burn felt so damn good.
“So fucking tight,” he gritted out. “Squeeze my dick, Maya. Just like that.”
Gripping my hips, he started fucking me in earnest. I lost myself to the pleasure coursing through me, holding onto the mattress as he moved faster.
Too soon, I felt the tell-tale pulsing in my core. “I’m gonna come.”
“Wait.” He pulled out of me, and I cried out at the sudden emptiness. Turning me onto my back, he said, “I want to watch.”
With that, he thrust inside me again. He stared into my eyes as he moved against me, and I felt the most naked I’d ever been. “Maya,” he whispered.
My heart lurched, panic swelling within me at the emotion in his gaze.
“Come for me, babe.”
I gasped, my back bowing with the force of my orgasm.
Electricity zipped from my center down to my toes, and then Alonzo went rigid.
His entire body strained as he came. I had a split-second thought that I could get addicted to watching him climax, but I shut it down because that felt uncomfortably close to getting attached.
Yes, the sex was good. Mind-shattering, even. But it was only for tonight, and I couldn’t let myself forget that.