Chapter Ten
Maya
Tommy stood a step away from me, staring at me in awe. I don’t think I have ever felt so exposed, yet so desired in my life. The hunger in his features is palpable, as if he could feast on me.
“I need you, Maya,” he rasps out. His chest rises and falls as he inches closer. “Tell me. Do you want this?”
“Yes,” I want you more than you will ever know.
“Good girl.”
He drops down onto his knees in front of me, grasps the back of my knees and yanks me towards him. My arse is sitting right at the edge of the desk now. He hasn’t gone anywhere near me yet, and already my legs are trembling, with both anticipation and need.
Leaning up higher on my arms, I watch him as his eyes zone in on my panties. I struggle to keep my legs open for him; the need to squeeze them together to dull the throb becomes too intense. I need him now!
Tommy leans forward, gliding his nose up the inside of my thigh, slowly leaving soft, open-mouth kisses as he goes. His stubble scratches me slightly, heightening the sensation even more. When he is inches away from my centre, his mouth suddenly covers my entire panty-covered sex.
Shit!
The heat of his mouth, the pressure of the lace and his tongue send me into overdrive.
I moan loudly. Thank god the music in the club is so loud, otherwise everyone within a mile would have been able to hear me.
I’m not going to be able to last long. The excitement and risk of what we’re doing, combined with the way he is touching me, is euphoric.
Leaning back to look at me, his lip quirks up at the side in that cocky way of his.
Having Tommy on his knees, dressed in a fitted, long-sleeve white shirt and sitting between my legs, is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
His hands grip the inside of each thigh, holding them open. Inching one hand further up, he curls his fingers inside my underwear and pulls them aside. He now has a clear view of my pussy.
“Fuck baby. You’re so wet for me. Tell me, do you want me to kiss you here?” He purrs as his thumb oh so gently grazes over me. Making me moan even more, but no words come out. They can’t. I’ve lost too much control to speak. The pleasure is too much, yet still not enough.
“I need your words, Maya,” He demands, still not moving any closer again.
“Y-yes. Please. Tommy, I need you,” I pant.
He doesn’t wait another moment. His mouth comes down onto me, sucking and licking as if I am his most desired dish.
I fall back against the desk, unable to hold myself up anymore, the sensations taking over me.
I’m right there, so close to crashing over the edge, but I need him to fill me, the ache too much without him.
“Tommy?” I gasp, trying to get his attention. “I need you inside of me right now. I want to come with you.”
Leaning away from me, the loss of contact makes me whimper. “Baby, anything you want, I will give to you.”
Once he’s standing, he undoes the buttons of his shirt and leaves it to hang open. Reaching for his wallet, he pulls out a condom, making quick work to undo his trousers, yank down his boxers and put it on.
I felt his length against me when we were dancing earlier, but I never expected him to be so big. He grips his length with his strong hands, tugging it back and forth whilst he stares at me.
Shit, is there anything more erotic than this?
It lasts only a moment, though, as Tommy stalks towards me, hooks his arms around me and lifts me so I’m wrapped around him.
He walks me backwards, pressing me into the door.
Our faces are on level as he kisses me hungrily.
With one hand under my arse, he moves the other to guide his cock to my centre, teasing my entrance.
“Please, Tommy,” I beg.
He doesn’t break eye contact as he enters deep into me in one slow thrust. Holding still for a moment, letting me become accustomed to his size. He rocks ever so slightly as my wetness coats his length to help me take him all in.
I plant my mouth back onto his and try to rock my hips, showing him I need more.
He doesn’t fail to understand as his thrusts become deeper and faster.
I have never felt so much pleasure before.
My heart is beating in time with his, our panting and kissing mingling as one.
My back hits the door over and over. All it would take is for someone to walk past, and we would be caught.
I couldn’t care less as I ride his thick, solid cock.
My mouth hangs open as I pant his name, our gazes burning into each other.
It’s not long before we are both crying out, moments apart from each other. The climax lasted longer than it ever has for me. How have I gone my whole life without experiencing this kind of pleasure before?
I sag against him as our breathing slows, my forehead resting against his.
“I don’t want to put you down. I could stay deep inside of you for a lifetime.” He tells me, still breathless.
“I would let you. I never want to let you go.” I tell him.
“Maya, I’m not ever letting you go again.” He says, and I know he’s being deadly serious. I need to tell him about Fallon and why I have held myself back all this time.
There’s no going back now.
He has ruined me for all other men.
I don’t know how long we have been missing for, but I can’t find any of the others. Tommy leads me over to Jenson, handing back the keys.
“Not a single word,” He commands.
Jenson, holding his hand against his heart, mockingly says. “Scouts honour.”
“Do you know where the others have got to?” I ask him.
“Well, the girls wanted to go to another bar before heading home, so I told them you couldn’t handle your alcohol and threw up. Your knight in shining armour here took you home,” He winks, loving all this secret drama.
“Thanks, mate,” Tommy nods at him.
“I’d get off quick if you’re going. Blair will be heading back soon.” He says mischievously. We all know why she’s heading back here.
“You be good to her,” I try to be stern but end it in a laugh. It’s him I should be worried about.
We say our goodbyes and hurry out of the bar. Tommy holds my hand, dragging me in the direction of his place.
“Wait, I can’t come back with you. Max will be there, won’t he?” I worry my lip as I ask him.
“Max won’t mind. He has been going on about you and me forever.”
“I need to go home. I want to explain everything to you properly about why I’ve been so hesitant… But getting into it now while we’re both drunk feels like a bad idea,” I explain, finally being honest with him.
He studies me for a moment. Whatever he sees on my face must relax him as he holds my hand and pulls me towards him.
“Maya, I was being serious in there. I have wanted to be with you for so long, I don’t think I could ever let you go.” The depth in his words sends a shiver up my arms. Why is it so attractive when a man tells you openly what he wants? “Let me take you out tomorrow? We can talk then.”
“That would be perfect.”
Pulling up to my cabin in the Uber, I get out and make my way over to the front door.
I route around my bag for my keys, but when I lift my head up, I notice lights on inside.
Strange. I’m sure I turned them off this morning before I left.
Cautiously, I go inside, putting one of my keys between each knuckle. You can never be too careful.
This is one of the tricks Tommy taught me when he found me huddled in a ball, crying outside my mum’s house. A boyfriend she had at the time kicked me out. All because he couldn’t find his bottle of vodka and accused me of drinking it. I was fourteen.
As stealthily as a drunk woman can, I manoeuvre room to room.
Checking behind doors, under beds and inside wardrobes.
No one was here. Thank god. Starting to relax, I wander back into the living room to get some water and paracetamol to take to bed, the standard night out remedy, when I notice the back patio door is ajar.
Now I definitely didn’t leave that open.
The lights are an easy mistake, but it’s been days since I’ve been out the back. I feel sick. Paranoia swirling in my stomach. I need to shut the door, but my legs are frozen.
Who the fuck has been here?
The reality that someone must have actually broken in snaps me into action.
I run over to the door, slamming it shut and locking it.
Shaking the handle repeatedly so that my brain can register that it is definitely locked.
Then I start the rounds of every window and door in the house, and again check all the places that I did earlier.
Nothing is missing that I can see. Nothing is out of place. Maybe one of the girls did it this morning. That must be it. I’m too intoxicated to think any more about it and head to bed.
But sleep evades me. My mind is too busy thinking of Tommy and a possible intruder.