Ten.
Duke
I stare ahead as Maci pushes inside her motel room and closes the door behind her. My headlights beam at her window. The curtains are closed, but I still catch the flick of her turning on a bedside lamp.
“Just drive away, man. Drive away,” I say to myself, tapping the steering wheel with my thumb. My leg jumping. Mind racing. Fuck.
I can still feel her hand in mine, her body pressed against me, my arms wrapped around her. I can still see her smile, hear her laugh, smell her perfume. She’s so goddamn beautiful. So perfect. I haven’t felt this way since…
I can’t go there. I won’t put her in that place.
She’s not her. She’ll never be her.
Maci’s something else—something here and now. Can I have it again? I’ve spent one day with her. That’s it. And here I am fiending like a lovesick puppy.
But I am.
I’mso fucking lovesick, craved, deprived—it hurts.
My phone dings with a text and I fish it from my back pocket.
Maci: No strings attached.
Blood rushes north and south as my heart hammers in my chest. No strings, she says. If she’s learned anything at all about me in the last day, it’s that I’m not good about detaching myself. Not when it comes to her, anyway.
I kill the engine and my palms feel heavy as I push open the truck door. I get out and stride to her door. When I knock, she calls out, “Who is it?”
I grin. “Your bossy mechanic.”
She giggles from the other side of the door followed by the slide of the deadbolt. The door opens and my mouth goes dry. Her boots and coat are off and there’s a play of a sexy smirk on her full lips. “Bummer, I was hoping for the milkman.”
A growl escapes my throat as I swoop down and pick her up by her ass. She squeaks, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her arms lock around my neck and I kick the door shut behind me.
The second I do; she crashes her lips on mine with an intensity I’ve never felt before.
I grip her ass tighter and she moans into my mouth with a slight opening of her lips—tasting, begging for more. Our tongues glide over one another like we’ve kissed a hundred times. It’s greedy and passionate. She’s kissing me like I’m the only thing that matters. And I feel it deep, deep down—past the pain, the hurt, the past.
I need this. I need this with her.
If this is what it’s like just to kiss her…
Carrying her to the bed, I lay her down and kick off my boots without breaking the kiss. Maci shifts, pushing my jacket off my shoulders with a nip to my lower lip. I tug it off and toss it to the side as she rips my hat off and flings it across the room. I grin against her lips.
Greedy girl.
Her nails scrape the back of my neck to twine her fingers through the short hair on the back of my head. I groan, pressing my weight onto her—gently. I hold myself up with one arm and trail the other down the curve of her body. Memorizing every inch. Thighs, ass, hips, the dip of her waist, the pop of her pillowy breasts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I kiss her hard. Possessive. “In this room, you’re mine. Do you understand?” I pant, needing this to feel real—with her, only her.
She looks up at me, her thumb caressing my bottom lip. Big, emerald eyes study me until she quietly agrees, “Yes.”
“Fuck, doll face,” I groan, roughly claiming her mouth. She moans when I bite her lip in return, then soothe it with a suck between my lips. Her body arches into me and her hands trail under my shirt to press against my skin. My cock strains painfully in my jeans—demanding that skin on skin contact.
I pull away to sit up between her thighs and take off my shirt.
“Oh, do I get a strip tease, too?” she teases.
I chuckle, bracing over her with a grind of my rock-hard cock against her pussy through her leggings. “You can have whatever you want, doll.”
I’ll give you the world if you let me.
Maci moans as I leave hot kisses down her jaw and neck. “Yes.”
I start to move down her body, urging her to sit up. When she does, I help her out of her shirt and bra. Her breasts fall deliciously between us and I dip my head to suck one nipple into my mouth, kneading the other with my fingers.
She arches into my touch, her hands in my hair. With a wet pop, I release her stiff nipple to kiss her swollen lips. I tug at the waist of her leggings. Her breath hitches when I slide a hand inside to cup her pussy.
She’s wet—slick with need. I trail my thick fingers through her folds.
“Duke,” she gasps.
I rub her swelling clit. Her hips rise for more, and I push a finger into her hot, wet cunt. “Fuck,” I hiss, curling my finger to rub against her channel. She twists, grinding down on my hand.
She’s a moaning, writhing mess in my arms, and I can’t get enough. I need more.
I pull my hand away, and she whimpers sweetly. Her gaze turns fiery as I bring my fingers, wet with her arousal, to my lips. I lick them and watch her watch me with avid eyes as I taste her. “So fuckin’ good.”
She reaches for my cock—but I need to feel her under my tongue first.
I urge her to lay back with a kiss as I grip the band of her pants and yank them down along with her panties. Leaving her naked before me.
I drop to my knees on the floor and drag her by her thighs, bringing her ass to the edge of the bed. I pause, taking in the sight of her glistening folds in the dim lighting. I rub her inner thighs and lay a tender kiss on her pussy. She shivers. “Your pussy is fucking perfect, baby,” I say.
She lifts to her elbows, watching me with parted lips. “Duke…”
“Watch,” I growl as I spread her and lick a long, firm press of my tongue through her slit. She squirms and moans and I grip her thighs to keep her spread for me. I flick my tongue along the sides of her clit, finding her spot until she’s bucking against my face then suck at her gently.
Her legs begin to tremble and I look up. My cock pulses at her wrung taut. Flushed and needy. I push a finger into her core, doubling my efforts.
“Duke,” she breathes as I pump my finger in and out of her, eating her sweet pussy. She falls back as her orgasm hits and she screams, coming hard. I watch her, feel her come on my tongue—and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Coming down from her high, she goes to push me away from her sensitive flesh, but I hold firm. Trailing my tongue up and down her dripping pussy. “Goddamn,” I growl, pumping my finger slowly, her juices drenching my hand.
Her legs tremble. “Duke.”
I grin against her with a slow lick. “Yes, angel?”
Her laugh is breathy, sated. “Are you done?”
I rub the pad of my finger against her G-spot. “No, baby, I’m not done,” I say, working her pussy again…and again. Her panting chants of my name urge me to make her come twice more before I finally stop. When I’m done with her, she’s soaked the sheets as aftershocks have her trembling.
I lick my lips and massage her shaking thighs, wanting nothing more than to bury my cock deep inside her. She smiles breathlessly, sitting up on the edge of the bed. “Stand up.”
I grin like a maniac and do as she says. I undo my belt and jeans, allowing my cock to spring free. Maci moans at the very sight of me, eager hands wrapping around my girth.
She looks up at me as she leans in, licking the damp head of my cock and stroking me torturously slow. I groan. This woman will be the death of me.
She sucks me into her hot, wet mouth. Hollowing out her cheeks as she forces me deep in her throat. I buck my hips, darting my hand out to fist her hair. “Fuck.” If she keeps this up, I’m not going to last at all.
I jerk back. “Christ, beautiful.” I grip her hair and force her head back to claim her lips with mine. “Get your sexy ass on that bed.”
She laughs, crawling away only to give me a view of her perfect, heart-shaped ass. I kick off my jeans and boxers at lightning speed and crawl after her.
I grab her and flip her on her back. Her breasts bounce, chest heaving, panting as I prowl over her. She lifts her legs to wrap around my waist. “Tell me I can feel you,” I groan, dipping to kiss her chest and neck as I settle in between her thighs.
My cock brushes the slick core of her pussy.
She moans, arching. “Wh—When was the last time you…”
I pause, gazing down at her. I search her eyes. It’s been close to a year since I’ve been with anyone like this, I want to tell her. But I don’t. Because what we’re doing doesn’t feel like anything I’ve ever had before…and I need her to know that.
“I’d never do anything to hurt you, Maci. I’ve got condoms in the truck, if you want me to get one, I will.”
Her hands slide over my arms and around my neck to draw me in to kiss her.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
Maci lifts her hips in response, pressing the head of my cock into her a fraction. I grunt, holding steady even as my body hums to sink deep.
“Fuck me, Duke,” she whispers against my lips—and I am far too weak to deny her.
I kiss her hard and reach between us, aligning my cock before thrusting into her. She sucks in a breath, her nails digging into my biceps. And I feel her. All of her. Wrapped around me. Wet, hot, tight. And she feels… So. Fucking. Good.
I grit my teeth, seated fully. She whimpers, hips twitching for more. I fall over her, needing to kiss her as I pump my cock slowly. Reveling in the sensation—the closeness—of her raw cunt snug around my unsheathed cock.
Maci digs her heels into my ass, lifting her hips and forcing me even deeper.
I groan, pulling out only to thrust into her with a snap of my hips. The bed and her legs shake as I slam into her.
If she wants me to fuck her, I’ll fuck her.
I grip her hip, engulfing it in a sure hold as I tilt her pelvis and rub my cock against her G-spot. I fuck her like this until her pussy pulses around me. I take her leg and put it on my shoulder, pushing the other wide as I stare at our bodies connected.
I rub her swollen clit. “Harder,” she cries.
Harder, deeper—I bite back my orgasm as her walls start to clench around me. “Come on my cock, baby,” I grunt, slamming into her with a grind of my pelvis. Needing her to come. With me. For me.
Only me.
She screams my name once again as pleasure overcomes her, and I feel her come on my cock. I lean into her and pound her with a chase of my release. “Holy…fuck,” I shout, coming hard with a shudder and her name on my lips.
Our panting breaths mirror as we come down. Maci cups my face in her hands, kissing me tenderly. Our tongues glide over one another. The kiss is slow, sensual—and my heart can’t handle it.
I pump my cock, letting her milk every last drop from me.
“Still rather have the milkman?” I raise a brow, but I can’t keep a straight face when she lights up with laughter. I grin and slide an arm under her. Falling beside her, I bring her to lay on top of me.
She lets out a quiet sigh, resting her head on my chest. I take the bunched-up comforter and throw it over us. She lifts her head to rest her chin on my chest. “Kiss me,” she says, and I do. When I lay my head back down, she smiles. “The milkman, who?”
I chuckle, loving the glimmer in her eye. Gently brushing her hair out of her face, she rests her head on my chest. I hold her like that for some time, feeling her heart beat against mine—and I find myself falling. Hard. Far too fast to stop the path we’re on. This was deeper than sex. We have a connection. And it’s leaving me wanting more—more of her.
My chest tightens as her breathing evens out and I know it in my gut…
I’ve found it again.
And this time, I’m never letting go.
When I wake, I find Maci curled against my side. Her arm draped over my abdomen and a leg thrown over mine. She must’ve been still awake when I passed out because her hair is damp from a shower and she’s washed off her makeup—looking even more beautiful without it. I lift the sheet, eyeing her clad in a navy blue tank, no bra, and white panties.
I check the bedside clock. 6:03 AM. My phone vibrates from somewhere on the floor and I slip my arm out from under her. Maci rolls onto her back with a breathy sigh, her tank bunched high on her waist—the picture of an angel.
I idly wonder if she caught me watching her sleep in my truck yesterday. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t mindlessly drive around after I finished my errands solely not to wake her.
As I pull the covers over her, I pause, my gaze drifting to her stomach. Laying on her back slightly angled like this, I can see…her bump.
Without thinking, I lay a gentle hand over it. The mound is firmer than I thought it’d be. Sweet and small under my large, rough palm.
Hey, there…
Maci stirs and I yank my hand back. She rolls away from me to rest on her side and I use the movement to get up. I cover her once more, then tip-toe to the bathroom to clean myself from last night. My cock stirs when I realize I can still taste her on my lips.
I get dressed and check my phone to a few missed calls—no doubt work-related on a damn Sunday. I glance at the bed and watch her sleep for a long moment, torn with leaving when my phone rings for the third time.
I send her a text to let her know where I’ll be and to message me when she wakes up. Her phone lights up on the nightstand. Satisfied, I tug my boots and coat on, then slip out the door to take my leave.
My very reluctantleave.