Chapter 36
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SIX
WILDER
The quickest way to kill a hard-on? A fat-ass, fluffy cat staring directly into your fucking soul.
Five seconds more, and I would’ve ripped these tiny little panties off Maisie and finally, fucking finally tasted her, right here on the floor of her kitchen while she’s wearing that ruffled pink apron.
Except that damn cat chose right at this moment to flop over onto his back, his fat stomach on display on the floor right beside us, staring up at me and demanding belly scratches.
I just got cockblocked by a fucking cat.
“Stop laughing,” I grunt as I carry Maisie toward her bedroom, fully intending on making good on the plans that were just interrupted.
“I’m sorry! I…” she says through cute little giggles that make me want to stuff her mouth full of my cock. “He’s just… needy, that’s all.”
Annoying, that’s what he is.
I’m not a cat person, and I will never be a cat person. Even if he belongs to the one person I can tolerate being around.
The one person I… want to be around.
Who I kind of like spending time with.
I stop in front of the room she led me to and shake my head at the curtain of bright, colorful beads that fills the doorframe. The kind that you have to walk through to enter, like you’re stepping through a waterfall or some shit…
The inside of her bedroom is a lot like the rest of her apartment, full of mismatched furniture, colorful paintings and pictures lining the walls, cream-colored wallpaper with flowers.
There are stacks of books scattered on every surface. The purple table next to her bed, along the wall, on her desk, the overflowing bookshelves lining the opposite wall.
Most, from what I can see, are the Fabio-esque covers like the one I caught her reading that day outside my office. A lot of them have colorful-looking squares peeking out of the pages, and my interest is piqued.
I deposit Maisie onto her bed, and she sits back on her knees with the hint of a smirk on her lips. “I can practically feel your judgment from here.”
“Didn’t realize how much you liked to read.”
Her cheeks flush, and she shrugs, eyes dragging over the stacks of books before returning to mine. “Yeah, I guess it’s kind of my thing.”
“That where you like to read them at?” I nod toward the oversized velvet chair in the corner that looks like it came off the set of That ’70s Show. It’s covered in pillows and fluffy blankets, and I can practically see her there, curled up with a book and that damn cat.
“Yes. Mostly. I mean, I read anywhere, but it’s my favorite place to read.”
I walk over to the stacks and pick up one that sits on the top. It’s got a couple wearing period clothes, tangled up together in what looks like the throes of passion, and I find myself grinning when I think of her reading this.
My good girl. Innocent. A fucking virgin until me.
Before I can open it to scan the pages, she’s in front of me, ripping it out of my hands and hiding it behind her back.
“Uh, no.”
My gaze flicks to her red-stained cheeks and the flush that’s traveling down her neck onto her chest.
Is she… embarrassed?
“Why not?”
“Because. It’s… they’re no. Just no.”
Now I’m even more interested to know why she’s acting so cagey. I’ve been inside her more than once, licked her off my fingers, and she’s suddenly acting shy… about a book?
I take a step forward and swipe it from behind her back with zero effort, ignoring her protests. I dangle it above her head while she lifts up on her toes, trying to yank it back.
Only she’s now flattened against me, and fuck, I can’t concentrate on much else but her hard little nipples pressing against my chest and how badly I want to suck them, bite them, leave marks all over them.
“Tell me why you’re so worried about me seeing what’s inside of this book, Sunshine.”
She halts, staring up at me. “I’m not. It’s stupid. I just don—”
I cut her off by leaning down and scooping her up, her tiny frame fitting easily in my arms. I carry her and the damn book to her bed and toss her onto the mattress, where she lands with an oof.
“Try again. Without the lying this time.” I chuckle.
At first, she’s quiet, her eyes studying mine, and then finally, she rolls them, blurting out, “They’re… spicy.”
“Oh? I couldn’t tell by the half-naked people on the front.”
She huffs. “And… I like to tab them. At the spicy parts. The spicy parts… that I like.”
Ah. Now I’m starting to get it.
My knee hits the bed, and I crawl onto the mattress beside her, still holding her dirty little book in my hand.
“Okay. Remember the last time I was here, when you rode my cock and I filled you with my cum?” I lean forward and curve my palm at her nape, pulling her close enough that my lips are a breath away from hers. “Right there in the other room. But now suddenly, you’re worried about a little book?”
Her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip. “I… I’m not being shy. It’s just kind of embarrassing to tell the man you’re hooking up with that you mark the spicy parts of the books you read because…”
“Because what?”
There’s a moment of hesitation, one that I see her deciding over whether or not she’s going to tell me, but then she sighs. “Because they’re things I… reread when I’m horny. Things I want to do. Or want to experience someday.”
I smirk.
She didn’t need to tell me that for me to know, but I wanted to hear her say it. She’s saving it for a rainy day. Suddenly, I want to read every book in the room, flip through the tabs, and find out exactly what kind of shit she’s tabbing.
“Good girl.” I hand her the book that I’ve been holding. “Open it up.”
Maisie’s brow arches, her expression curious. “Why?”
“Because…” I whisper against her lips. “I told you to.” I lightly brush mine across hers until I hear her breath hitch. “Open the book, Maisie.”
She pauses for only a second longer, the bratty part of her wanting to tell me to fuck off, but it doesn’t triumph over the submissive part of her that likes being told what to do. Likes the fact that she wants to hand over control.
Her sparkly purple fingertip drags along pages, and she opens the front cover, holding my eyes.
“Pick a tab.”
Her endless blue eyes widen, and I wait, more patiently than I have in my entire goddamn life, for her to pick one of the many neon pink plastic tabs poking out from the pages and open it up.
“Now, I want you to read it to me.”
“What? No, Wilder… I can’t,” she mutters, covering her face with the book.
I chuckle as I move over her, prying her thighs open wide with my knee as I press my lips to the hollow of her throat.
It only takes a handful of seconds to untie the apron and pull the tight athletic dress she’s wearing over her head, leaving her in nothing but the dainty lace panties I just ran my nose along in the kitchen.
Fuck, of all the dresses I’ve seen her wear, I think these might be my favorite. The ones that have some type of bra built in so she’s bare beneath them.
I flatten my tongue along her sternum and slowly glide a path down between her perky, round little tits to the flat expanse of her stomach.
I look up the length of her body as she eyes me cautiously. “You can. And you will.”
Slipping my fingers beneath the band of those barely there underwear, I drag them down her legs in one pull. I run my palms along her silky thighs, my fingers digging into her skin as I wrench them open wider, revealing the pretty pink little pussy hidden between them.
I’m positive I’ve never seen anything more perfect in my entire goddamn life. And I’ve held the Stanley Cup not once, but three times.
Fucking Christ.
It blows my mind that I’m the first man to ever see her like this, to ever taste her cunt, to ever slide my cock inside of her.
I’m the last motherfucker on the planet who deserves that, but here we are.
With her continuing to give me things I’ll never truly earn.
I fit myself between her thighs, my wide shoulders bracketed by her thighs, dropping onto my stomach on the mattress.
“You’re going to read it out loud to me, and if you stop reading, then I stop,” I rasp against her thigh, raking my teeth along the sensitive, heated skin until she whimpers. “Do you understand?”
All she does is make a desperate little sound, so I stop, causing her eyes to snap to mine.
“Words, Maisie. You love them so much, yeah?”
“Y-yes.” The response is breathless, a mumble, really.
But then, I hear the sound of pages rustling, and I can’t hold back my grin.
I bring my fingers to her pussy and spread her open wide so I can get my fill of her, my gaze sliding over her glistening clit and her tight little entrance.
Fuck me.
Unable to stop myself, I lean in and flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, and the sweet taste of her floods my mouth, tearing a deep, nearly animalistic groan from me.
I tasted her the night she rode my fingers, but there’s no comparison to drinking her down right from the source.
I repeat the motion, this time slower, languidly dragging my tongue from her ass all the way to her clit, circling and flicking.
“Read the words, and I’ll eat this pretty little cunt.
But if you stop…” Tearing my mouth away, I look up her body, our gazes locking.
“Then you’ll have to come all by yourself.
And I’m going to fuck my fist while I watch. ”
Even as heat flickers in her eyes, she narrows them slightly, lifting up on her elbows. “That sounds like a win-win situation for you, Coach.”
I shrug, smirking against her pussy, lapping at her clit again. Maisie’s head lolls back on her shoulders, and she melts, her long, silky blonde hair cascading onto the bed below her. “The first rule in sports? The game isn’t always fair. Now, read, baby, or it’s going to be a long night.”
She exhales, a dramatic little huff, and flops back down onto the bed, holding the book above her.
Truthfully, I’m not even listening when she starts reading, I’m too busy burying my face in her pussy and eating her like the starved man that I am.
Since she’s being so obedient, like the good girl she is, and reading it out loud, albeit slightly breathily, I reward her by wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking it into my mouth. Hard.
Her hips buck, and her back arches from the bed when I roll it between my lips, finding the perfect pressure that has her writhing.
Panting.
Rocking against my mouth.
“Wilder,” she cries, one hand flying to my hair, yanking at the strands. “Right there, God, oh…”
I sink two fingers inside of her, curling them up, but then I stop.
Because she’s not reading.
I lift a brow when she groans exasperatedly. “Wilder, this isn’t fair.” The words are echoed from earlier. I move to her thigh and bite down, then run my tongue over the spot, soothing it.
“Read.”
One word, a command that I know she’s going to follow.
Seconds later, she starts reading again, her voice tight with desire. “She hadn’t known, n-not t-then what p-pleasure really… r-really…”
She’s stuttering, trailing off as I stroke her G-spot and lap at her clit, the sentences dying off on her tongue.
My cock is impossibly hard, so hard it fucking aches.
I want to be inside her. To replace my fingers with my cock, pushing inside her wet heat until I feel her clamping down as she comes. But first, I want it on my tongue.
Not going to happen if she keeps stopping like she is though.
I look up at her, and she’s glaring down at me when my fingers halt, her lip jutted out in a pout.
She’s frustrated that I’m denying her, but my good girl, who’s so fucking innocent and inexperienced, has no idea how good it can be after teetering on the edge, over and over, before finally falling.
But fuck, I’ll teach her.
I’ll show her all about the experiences she’s tabbed like she’s never imagined.
“You’re not following directions very well, are you?”
Her eyes flare with annoyance, and I grin, lifting a brow. “Maybe I should stop for good and make you handle this needy little pussy yourself?”
I go to slip my fingers out of her, and her hand flies to my wrist, circling it. “Don’t you dare.”
“Then read.”
Maisie groans. “It’s too hard, I can’t focus, I’m dying.”
Exactly.
Not that I even need to say it because she knows. She flops back onto the mattress and resumes reading.
I thrust my fingers deep and start to really fuck her, fastening my lips around her clit and sucking in the same rapid rhythm. I can feel her tightening, clenching around my fingers.
She’s going to come soon, and fuck, I can’t wait to lap every drop of her up.
My fingers move faster, and I suck harder on her clit, biting down a groan when she yanks at my hair.
The orgasm hits her without warning, her back bowing completely off the bed, hips chasing it as her pussy spasms around my fingers, so I slide my palm over her stomach and pin her to the mattress, holding her there.
I shove her legs wider and slide my fingers out of her, burying my tongue in her tight hole instead.
She contracts around my tongue, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking experienced.
This girl. This good girl has got more bad girl in her than she realizes.
When her climax slows and she’s melting into the mattress, only then do I pull back to look at her.
I can feel her glistening release on my face as I rise and move over her, bracketing my hands on each side of her head. Can feel her cum coating my lips, my chin, my cheeks.
I drag my tongue along my lip and groan because she tastes fucking incredible.
Maisie sees it, too, as she stares up at me with heavy-lidded eyes that are still burning with desire.
Her fingers touch my face, dragging through the sticky, sweet cum on my lips and around my mouth, and then she brings her fingers to her own mouth, slipping them inside and tasting herself.
Motherfucker.
“On your knees,” I choke out and then climb off the bed, removing my clothes in a breath because I fucking need to be inside of her. Now.
She smirks up at me before flipping onto her stomach, then lifting onto her hands, giving me the perfect view of her ass.
I swear to God, she’s the standard behind heart-shaped.
I smooth my palms along her hips and outer thighs, trailing my fingers up to sweep along her spine.
Her pussy is a deeper shade of pink now from my facial hair scraping against it, her thighs burned from it too.
It’s fucking sexy, and possessiveness erupts like a volcano inside me at seeing it, at the fact that I marked her.
Like she’s mine to mark, even if she isn’t.
“Tell me about another tab, baby,” I murmur as I lean over her and press my lips to the base of her spine. “Something you saved for later.”
“Well, there’s this one where he chokes her…”
And I’m a fucking goner.
Done for.