Chapter 22 #2
I’m encasing my lips around her hardened peak like I’m competing in a race, so very eager to hear that sigh—
“Oh, fuck.”
Yep, that one.
“Lick and suck,” she instructs through her staccato pants. “Lick and, ah, suck.”
Eventually, I’m lapping at her in a sweet rhythm, one that has her melting in my arms as I hold her up. She presses her hips into my thigh, and it’s not until she starts rocking that she’s chasing that friction.
She’s so desperate for me, I nearly start blanking again. I’ve never seen something so hot in my entire life.
Pushing me away, my jaw hangs open as I watch her fall back onto the bed, her dark eyes lighting up as she cocks her head at me. She kneads her breasts in her hands as her legs fall open, before she extends one out to me.
“Take off my pants,” she breathes.
I’m leaning over her and dipping my fingers in the waistband of her pajama pants to pull them down in record time, pulling one pant leg off as I look up at her for approval.
I need it.
She looks so damn beautiful like this, splayed out before me. Her reddened skin from my kiss mixes well with the stark contrast of her tattoos, which cover her thighs too, now that I look. Holy shit, she’s stunning.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” she encourages, kicking off the other pant leg until they fall onto the floor with the rest of our clothes.
That makes my pride swell, hearing those words. It makes me want to do everything she tells me to do, not even caring what it may be. I’d do anything to hear her praising me like that.
“Yeah?” I groan.
She nods, her lip protruding into a sultry pout. “You wanna take my panties off, Tate?”
“Yes,” I hiss, gritting my teeth as I stare down at her cheeky pink panties, hugging her curves just right.
Maeve hums, smiling. “Yeah? You wanna taste me, too?”
“Yes.”
She’s got me whimpering and whining like a dog, and something about that makes me so hard, I could come again.
“Mmm, take them off then, Clark.”
Leaning over her again, I lick my lips, dry from panting so much, as I pull her panties down her legs until they’re on the floor, too.
“Now, get on your knees,” she instructs, “and spread my legs.”
Arousal stirs deep in my core at her words, and I kneel down on the floor, pressing my abdomen against the bed in no time.
My fingers grasp the plush skin of her thighs, pulling them apart as I stare down at her glistening cunt.
It’s mouthwatering, all perfect and pink. I could come just from looking at her.
“Pull me closer,” Maeve pleads breathily, and when my eyes flicker up to meet hers, they’re heavy-lidded as she gawks down at me.
Hooking my arms under her knees, I pull her down to me with ease, her ass stopping just shy of the edge of the mattress.
“Good boy,” she pants, her hand coming down to brush my cheek as she watches me with a look I can’t figure out. Admiration? No. Close, though. Something near it—
“And your thumb here, just like I taught you,” she instructs, her finger tapping her clit faintly as her mouth hangs open, watching as I do as she says. I wrap my arm under her thigh and around to circle her clit with my thumb. “Yes, just like that.”
I’m entranced with the way she writhes with every circle of my thumb on her, her hips rocking in sync with my movements.
“And then,” she gasps out,” you put your mouth on it, every so often…” she pauses as she bucks into my thumb, “sucking and l-licking.”
My hands are shaky as I take my thumb away, but I ignore it as I lower my face to her pretty pussy, flicking my tongue out to lick her clit.
Her entire body jolts under my tongue as a squeak leaves her lips, and I’m so hard that every touch of my cock against the blanket creates a friction good enough to make the coil in my stomach tighten.
“Oh, shit, baby,” she whines, “that’s good. More. More tongue.”
I flatten my tongue against her, more firmly this time, and she moans so loud that there’s no way I’m not coming again.
“Yes, Tate, just like that.”
And then I’m closing my mouth around her swollen clit, suckling gently to test the waters, see if this is what she means, and it must be because her thighs clamp around my head.
Her fingers thread through my hair as she cries out for me, and I start sucking a little bit harder, just to see how she likes it.
“Fuuuck,” she groans, a deep rumble from her chest as she grits her teeth. Like a little growl that sends my heart racing.
I’m going to come, I can feel it getting closer as I rub myself against the bed, bucking my hips unsteadily.
I can barely breathe as she squeezes me in a vice grip between her thighs, and nothing has ever turned me on more.
In seconds, she’s trembling and twitching, back arching off the bed slightly before she’s sagging into the mattress, her entire body relaxing as she lets me go.
And the sight alone of her trying to catch her breath after her orgasm has me reaching mine. I come all over the comforter as I groan into the side of her leg, burying my face there as I writhe and jerk through my climax.
“S-shit,” I stutter, swallowing thickly as I try to catch my breath. “I didn’t mean to—”
Maeve is pushing off the mattress, maneuvering on her knees toward me as she brings her mouth to mine, before I can even finish my sentence.
Her arms envelope around my neck as she deepens the kiss, pressing her breasts against my chest, and making me almost forget completely that I just came all over the poor sheets.
“Did you just come from eating me out?” she pants between kisses, a wide smile taking over her lips before she laughs softly. “I think…that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
“Really?” I rasp into her mouth.
She pulls back. “Yes, Tate. No one’s ever…”
That’s not possible. She can’t mean…
“Ever…” I repeat, trailing off.
“Been so turned on from giving me pleasure that they,” she pauses, biting at her lip, “ you know.”
My eyebrows practically shoot into my hairline. “Guys don’t get turned on by that?”
The laugh that escapes her is so light, it’s like music to my ears. Maeve beams up at me, her eyes all squinty, as she tightens her arms around my neck. She’s been doing that a lot, like it’s second nature to her, and I secretly hope that never stops.
“No, most of them don’t,” she says after a moment, her smile slowly fading. “Most of them are selfish. Taking but never giving…but not you.”
We stare at each other for a moment, blinking slowly, as I process her words. I can’t fathom how anyone could see a person they’re attracted to in one of their most vulnerable states, shaking and moaning and… Guys aren’t turned on by that?
“I know you might be tired now,” she whispers, giving me another small smile, shaking off wherever her mind just went. “We could sleep, if you wanted.”
Sleep.
But it wouldn’t be sleeping, would it?
It would be me laying there, all night, thinking about the reality of my life right now. The reality I’m trying really hard not to think about, that I’m trying to avoid. Because I know the moment I have nothing distracting me, it’ll seep back in.
“No,” I tell her,” I don’t wanna sleep. I won’t be able to. I-I’ll just lay there and think about everything, and I don’t want to do that.”
“Avoiding it won’t make you feel better,” Maeve murmurs.
“Maybe not,” I agree, “but you do.”
Her face softens exponentially, but her brows knit as she cocks her head at me. She doesn’t say anything, she just looks at me, her eyes darting all over my face. Searching for something.
“Do you at least need a break?” she asks after a moment, raising her eyebrow as she shoots me a faint smirk.
No.
Just the thought alone of what’s to come makes my cock hard again, brushing against her stomach, twitching when she gawks down at it.
“I guess not.” I laugh breathlessly.
“Jesus Christ, Clark,” she breathes as she presses a kiss to my mouth, a soft laugh bursting from her lips and reverberating against mine. “You like me that much?”
God, I love making her laugh. That sound. I want it reserved for me and only me, for the rest of time.
“Of course I do.”
Maeve pulls me down with her, my abdomen pressing between her legs, feeling how warm and wet she is against me.
Our mouths collide in a feverish kiss, and the groan that erupts from the back of my throat as my cock rubs against her sounds almost primal.
She brings her legs up, bending at the knees as she wraps them around my waist.
Breaking her lips from mine, she reaches a hand in between us, snaking down my stomach until she’s wrapping her fingers around my cock, giving it a few strokes as she watches me moan with a fire in her eyes.
“Are you ready for me?” she asks.
I nod eagerly, pressing my face into her neck as I brace myself.
She brings my cock down, lining up the tip with her entrance before she’s guiding my hips down with her legs still wrapped around me.
I’m sinking into her with ease, and my breath is sucked from my lungs.
She’s squeezing me so tight, so warm, so slick, my hips are already jerking as I bury myself inside her, as deep as I’ll go.
Her moans reverberate through her chest and her neck, which I’m still hiding in as I squeeze my eyes shut, mouth hanging open as I slide out of her slowly, then pushing back in.
She feels so damn good. She’s perfect. It’s like her body was made to fit with mine, like a puzzle piece falling into place.
“How does it feel?” she coos in my ear, dragging her nails up my back until she’s threading her fingers in my hair at the nape of my neck.
Her questions make my mind really hone in on what I’m feeling, making me realize that it’s damn near impossible to put into words.
A feeling that seizes every nerve ending in my body, holding my core in a vice grip so deep, stealing my breath from my chest. Heat rolls up my spine but goosebumps take over my skin.
She feels like heaven on earth. Maybe the closest I’ll ever get to it.
I open my mouth to speak, but strangled pants are all that leave it before I bite down gently on her neck. She arches her back as she presses against me, a pleased little squeal leaving her full lips in response.
“Good,” I whine, “you feel so good.”
I didn’t think anything could feel so good. Not that I can think of it now, but I can’t even remember what might even come close to this for me. Nothing does. My brain comes up empty. It’s full of her lust-filled gaze, soft moans, and reddened skin from me.
“Look at me, Tate,” Maeve pleads, her hands gently tugging up on my hair. “I need to see how good it feels.”
Pushing up on my hands, I look down at her, struggling to keep my eyes open as I rock my hips, pumping in and out of her.
“Good boy,” she breathes, her pupils dilating as she peers up at me through her lashes, her hands holding my face as I slide in and out of her in slow, meticulous thrusts.
I’m scared to come too fast. I know I just came, but I’m already feeling close again; I can’t help it, she just feels too good. Will I ever last longer than two minutes? Holy shi—
“You wanna go faster?” she asks.
“I’m s-scared to,” I stammer.
Her dark eyes widen up at me, a seriousness washing over her features, mixed with a hint of being a little scared herself. “Why?”
Her hips jerk forward as she bites down on her bottom lip, and I hiss out slightly as I grip the sheets on either side of her head. “I’m…close.”
I expect my words to dampen the mood, but instead, her eyes flash with excitement and something else as she leans up to press a kiss to the tip of my nose.
“That’s okay,” she urges, one of her hands trailing down my shoulder until she’s dropping it between us, between her legs. “We can come together, yeah?”
I’m nodding as my eyes follow her hand, realizing she’s touching herself, and I immediately halt my movements because it should be my hand making her come.
My hand and my dick. I put all of my weight on one hand as I take my other and gently pull hers away, taking over as I press my thumb firmly to her clit, smiling faintly when she jolts underneath me.
She’s about to say something, but I start thrusting into her once more, and the only thing that leaves her mouth is a strangled cry. The sound is enough to make me fuck her harder, and my balls tighten in merely a second after I do.
I’m pounding into her so hard and circling my thumb on her swollen clit so fast, I’m seeing stars as I reach my orgasm.
Again. And she’s right behind me, milking every lost drop as her pussy clenches around me.
My moans fall from my mouth in staccato pants as she tangles her fingers in my hair, holding my head to her chest.
My body collapses onto hers, but I’m still conscious of how heavy I am on top of her, so I slide off to the side, keeping my head pressed to her chest. Her heart thumps harshly, echoing into my ear, mixed with the sound of her heavy breathing as we both come down from our highs.
With every blink, it’s like my vision clears, the haze that veils my eyes falling as the reality sinks into my bones like an anchor.
My mother.
The thought makes me roll off Maeve, twisting until my back is pressed against the mattress.
I blink up at the ceiling, feeling the numbness pour into my bones where the floating feeling just was. Consuming me whole. Like I’m crashing and burning after riding my high for the past few minutes.
“My mom is dying,” I whisper into the quiet of the room.
Maeve stirs softly, cuddling up to me even more as she drapes an arm over my waist, squeezing me tight. “I know.”
Something that I thought would make me feel better, would answer all of my questions, would resolve me somehow, doesn’t make me feel better at all. For some reason that doesn’t make sense to me, it hurts worse than anything I’ve ever felt before.
I soak in that hurt all night.