Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
TATUM
I’m frozen.
All I can do is stand there, jaw hanging practically to the floor, as I look down at Maeve laying back on the bed, waiting for my next move. Suddenly, I’m nervous, like my confidence from before was just a mirage, like it wasn’t real. She wants me to take off all my clothes?
I know it’s dark in here, and the only light is coming from the TV, but…the thought of standing in front of her fully naked scares the crap out of me.
“Start with your hoodie,” she encourages softly, licking her bottom lip in anticipation.
With shaky fingers, I reach behind my head, grasping onto my hood and pulling it up and off my body in seconds, so ready to please her, to do what she says, despite how close I am to passing out from lack of oxygen.
Throwing the hoodie to the floor, I go ahead and place my glasses on the dresser behind me before looking back at her for direction.
I like when she tells me what to do, guiding me.
“Pants,” she whispers faintly, her eyes perusing up my chest as she speaks.
My erection strains against my jeans as I unzip them, pushing them down my legs and stepping out of them.
The air in the room is cold against my bare skin, but I’m still hard as a rock.
There’s nothing that could change that, not now, not as I observe the way her gaze falls to it, her eyes lighting up in this dark room.
“Boxers…”
Her voice is breathy, and that turns me on even more.
She scoots to the edge of the bed as I pull them down, too, kicking them out of the way as I stand in front of her, my cock so hard that precum is already beading at the tip.
I can feel how warm my cheeks are as she takes me in, and as I drop my eyes to the floor, she reaches out and trails her fingertip along my thigh.
“Can I taste you?”
She bats her eyelashes up at me as she says it, and my knees almost buckle.
“I-I don’t know how long I’ll last, I wanna be able to—”
“That’s the point, Tate,” she tsks, placing her hands on my thighs as she slides from the mattress to her knees on the floor, and my heart practically jolts from my body, “if I make you come now, you’ll last longer the second time around.”
I might actually die. Each bat of her lashes, each twitch of a smirk on her lips, each time her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip, is like a nail in my coffin.
“Oh,” I say, but it’s barely audible as I gape down at her.
“Is this okay?”
I nod frantically. “Y-Yes, more than—”
The words fall silent on my lips as she wraps her fingers around my cock, and my hips jerk involuntarily at her touch.
I can see how hard her nipples are against her thin shirt from this angle, and my cock throbs at the sight.
As she takes her tongue and licks up my shaft, my head falls back as a moan leaves my mouth, my hands squeezing into fists at my sides.
Nothing has ever felt so good.
Except that isn’t true, because she takes me in her warm mouth and that… That feels unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. She sucks on the tip slowly, bobbing up and down further each time, and I grit my teeth as I lift my head to gawk down at her, but a whine slips out anyway.
When she flicks her dark eyes up at me, taking me all the way in, I whimper so loud that I should feel embarrassed, but I can’t think about anything other than how good this feels.
And then she suddenly pulls back with a loud pop, and I groan at the loss of her mouth on me as she peers up at me, swollen pink lips curving into a smile.
“Put your hands on me, Tate.”
I freeze, like my body is glitching, because it is. I realize now that I have no idea what to do with my hands; they’ve just been fidgeting on either side of me.
“On my head, in my hair,” she guides me with a soft voice, “wherever you want them.”
Very hesitantly, I bring my hands to her head, running my fingers through her hair gently as she stares up at me, and as she lifts my cock toward her mouth once more, I tangle my fingers in her dark strands, preparing.
“Like this?” I rasp.
She nods. “Good boy, Tate.”
And then she takes me in her mouth again, and this time, I guide her with my large hands knotted in her hair. She takes me so deep that my hips are stuttering, the breath getting stuck in my throat each time as I choke out my moans.
My fingers tighten without thinking, and her moan reverberates down my cock, straight to my balls, which tighten immediately. Shit.
“I’m g-gonna come, Maeve,” I whimper, mouth agape as I watch her swallow me down. “I can’t take it anymore, I’m gonna—”
She doesn’t let up, instead she sucks faster, stroking me at the same time, and… Fuck. I can’t stop it. My orgasm washes over me as my hips jerk, pushing my cock farther into her mouth as she swallows every last drop.
Oh my fuck.
I can feel my heartbeat everywhere, at every pulse point in my body, can even hear it in my ears.
My chest heaves as I try to steady my uneven breathing, coming down from my high that I wish I could soar on forever.
Maeve stands up from her position on the floor, and as my eyes meet hers, she gives me a small smile.
“How do you feel?” she whispers.
“I…” I shake my head, unsure of what to say. A laugh bursts from my lips, a quick one, as a smile breaks out on my face.
I don’t think I could explain how I feel even if I had all the words in the English language. There are no words to describe this. There are no facts to parallel to this. This is…
“Do you wanna keep going?” Maeve asks softly.
I can see the hesitancy in her eyes, like she thinks I’m going to change my mind, that I’ve gotten what I needed from her. Lifting my hand to brush her hair behind her ear, I nod, over and over again, down at her.
“More than anything,” I rasp.
And just like that, her dark eyes light up again, that tiny grin gracing her beautiful features as she bounces on the balls of her feet. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she presses herself against me, and I’m hard again.
“Then take off my clothes, pretty boy.”
She kisses my chin, along my jawline, then up to my ear, and another breathy laugh leaves my lips. “You…think I’m pretty?”
“Oh yeah,” she murmurs against my skin, pressing more kisses down my neck. “Prettiest guy I know. Was me calling you Clark not obvious enough?”
Being compared to Superman brings a newfound heat to my cheeks. I feel like I’m sunburnt, but I’m quickly distracted as she licks the side of my neck.
My fingers fidget with the hem of her shirt, stalling a bit as I let her continue her assault on my neck, which sends goosebumps down every surface of exposed skin. My mind is trying so hard to build up the courage to just finally lift, but every time I try, it falters.
I’ve never seen Maeve fully naked before, and I think I might not survive it. The thought alone has me reeling, groaning softly as she kisses all the sensitive spots along my throat.
After a moment, I glide my hands under her shirt, feeling her warm skin against my palms as I grasp her hips, squeezing.
“Do you need a hand?” she teases, pulling back to peer up at me.
My cheeks warm. “I… M-Maybe.”
Her hands slide down my shoulders, then my arms, until they’re over top of my own. Very slowly, she guides them back to the hem of her shirt, and I take the fabric between my fingers as she nods encouragingly up at me.
“Now lift,” she coos.
And I do, I lift slowly as she raises her arms into the air with a cheeky smile. I pull the shirt up until it’s free from her body, but I keep my eyes on her face. I’m scared I won’t make it if I glance down.
As I drop her shirt to the floor, my eyes trail down her collarbone, taking in the tattoos imprinted on her fair skin.
I’d seen them barely the other night at her parents’ house, but now I can take the time to study them.
There’s a floral piece on her left shoulder, going down her forearm and stopping just above her elbow, a dragon just below that, and a trail of butterflies down the other arm.
There’s a few tinier pieces along her collarbone and chest: faith over fear and divine.
Which brings me all the way down to her bare breasts, and my inhale is sharp.
They’re not too big, just perfect enough to fit in the palm of my large hands, and her nipples are hardened little peaks as she bites down on her bottom lip, looking up at me expectantly.
“Do you want to touch them?” she pants, her voice breathy as her lashes flutter faintly.
I nod eagerly. “Yes, Maeve. Can I?”
“Yes,” she sighs out.
Leaning down, I press my lips to her jaw as I take her breasts in my hands. Kneading them gently, I roll her nipple between my fingers, and she writhes under my touch as I kiss down to her neck.
“Put your mouth on me, Tate,” she pleads on a moan, her head dropping back, giving me more access to the column of her throat. “Please.”
I kiss further down her neck, eager to please her, hear her moaning more for me like that. My lips find her collarbone, pressing messy kisses to her warm skin.
“Lower,” Maeve growls in a small voice, her fingers threading in my hair, gripping me and tugging me closer, if that were even possible. “I need more.”
Her voice is so light but so desperate at the same time, and that only turns me on more.
Every time I hear that soft sound from the back of her throat, my confidence boosts a little bit more.
I trail my kisses down toward her collarbone, peppering them across every tattoo, every crevice I can find, like my lips might leave a permanent mark of their own.
Her back arches, and I wrap my arms around her waist as I keep going down her chest until I reach one of her hardened peaks.
My lips kiss around the swell of her breasts, hesitating slightly because I’ve never done this before. What do I do?
Her hands tighten in my hair as she lets out an impatient sigh. “Suck my tit, Tate. Fuck, put it in your mouth.”
Oh my God?