27. Maya #2
Then the car was off and Henry was striding around the hood, those dark metallic eyes heated.
He pulled me from the car and lifted me, my legs wrapping around him naturally as his large hands slipped under my thighs.
I was already trembling with excitement, and he pushed through the front door with ease, pressing me into the foyer wall.
“Henry!” I gasped right before his lips slammed onto mine.
“Maya,” he groaned, and a deep rumble had me tightening my legs around him, his warm tongue pressing into my mouth.
His kiss was heated and smooth, his hands roaming my body like he already had it memorized. I slipped my hands through his thick blonde hair, and he pulled back slightly, his eyes flicking to the living room.
“Maybe you should go upstairs, sweetheart. I’m not exactly in control of myself right now.”
I nibbled my lip. “I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all.”
He muttered a curse, and before I knew it, his lips were back on mine, devouring me.
I could feel his dragon pushing out, and when my butt hit the couch, I watched his eyes darken to nearly black.
His knees hit the floor in front of me, those rough hands pushing up my school skirt as he pulled me forward.
I squeaked and he pressed his lips to the inside of my knee gently before speaking roughly. “Tell me to stop.”
“I would…if I wanted you to,” I said, my voice a near whimper.
His snarl was dark and dangerous as he tugged my shirt forward and melded our lips together.
I squeaked as his hands ripped my school polo down the center with ease.
Jesus Christ. I moaned as his lips pressed against my skin, his teeth pulling at the lace covering my tight breasts and hard nipples.
My center was growing wetter and hotter every moment as he pulled on my nipple with his teeth and then lapped at it with his tongue.
“Henry,” I cried out, “Please.”
“Please what?”
My thighs began to shake as his mouth moved down my stomach, trailing the inside of my thighs before moving to my lace-covered center.
“Fuck, you smell so damn good,” he groaned, and then a snap had my panties ripping. Oh, come on. I was going to have none left at the rate these men were ripping them.
But then I didn’t care anymore, whimpering as his tongue met my center. Holy Christ. My hands pulled at his hair as he began to devour me with ease, his hot mouth sucking, nibbling, and feasting on my wet center.
“I could stay between your legs for centuries,” he growled, the vibration causing me to shake as he slipped a finger inside of me. My hips arched forward, and I gripped the leather seat, wanting to touch him more.
“Off,” I demanded as I pulled at his shirt, my voice coming out far different than expected.
He pulled away to tug it off, and my eyes went wide.
I had known Henry was muscular, but holy crap, his chest was covered in muscles with black markings.
My legs were spread further as he went back to devouring me, and I arched back, my head falling against the leather couch.
I cried out as he sucked on my clit, and I nearly shot off the couch.
“Henry!” I gasped.
“Shit, baby,” he drawled, looking nearly frenzied. “Keep saying my name.”
I didn’t think stopping was an option; I started chanting it. Then he really did it, humming against my clit and slipping another finger in. I cried out and came on his fingers, hard. My entire center squeezed, and black stars flickered before my eyes.
Henry’s teeth bit down on the inside of my thigh, and I cried out, our bond pulsating as he snapped his eyes up with a snarl.
He looked completely unhinged, his eyes black and lips stained blood-red.
I absolutely loved it. I leaned forward and met his lips, tasting my blood, the motion making him fall back on the floor as I crawled up his body.
“I want to taste you too,” I murmured against his lips.
He growled and I followed his lead, kissing down his impressive chest, curiously running my hands and lips over every muscular dip. I had never felt so free as I did in that moment. I reached his belt, unbuckling it and popping the button of his pants.
“What do I do?” I asked softly with excitement.
“Maya, baby, you don’t have to…”
“I want to.” I licked my lips, tasting blood as he easily shrugged down his pants. I stared at his hardened member, running my hand over it despite it being covered by boxers. My fingers slipped under the band, and I pulled it down to reveal… Damn.
I had never seen one this close up. I immediately took him in my hand and squeezed lightly, his growl vibrating the air around us. It was so hard and rigid, yet smooth. As I continued to rub my hand up and down his length, my mark throbbed.
That gave me an idea. I quickly leaned down and bit his thigh where he had bitten me.
He hissed out a breath as the bond snapped fully into place, and his dragon produced a low, dangerous sound.
As the blood stopped dripping down his thigh, I noticed there was moisture on the end of his erection, and I leaned forward to run my tongue around the tip, loving the way he groaned in response.
“Holy shit, Maya.”
“Was that wrong?” I raised a brow, pulling back slightly in confusion.
“Shit, no,” he growled. “Come bring that pretty mouth over here.”
He lifted himself on his forearms as I crawled up to him, and when I reached him, he tugged on my lip gently. “I want you to take me into that gorgeous mouth and throat.”
Not wasting any time, I leaned down and took his hard member into my mouth.
I shivered at how full my mouth felt, and his hands sank into my hair, tightening gently and forcing himself further down my throat.
His rumble had me enthusiastically bobbing my head up and down as I savored the taste of him in my mouth.
“Your mouth is so fucking perfect,” he snarled, tightening his grip. “Where do you want me to come?”
What were my options?
“Do you want me to come in your little mouth?” he asked, his voice thick with heat. I nodded and then choked on his length as he produced a low rumble. I had no idea how long he used my mouth, but I was somehow more wet and turned on than before.
His movements came faster and I shivered, as he grew larger in my mouth.
Then, out of nowhere, he growled out my name and exploded.
I swallowed down the salty cum and sucked on him further, his hands tightening painfully in my hair.
A small orgasm rocked through me, my legs pressed together in an attempt at friction, before I pulled back and looked up at him.
“What the heck was that?” I raised my brows. “I didn’t expect to have to swallow so much.”
Henry looked at me for a heated second before barking out a laugh and laying back. “Oh Maker. Maya, I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Wait, I’d been completely serious about that.
I blushed, crawling up his body so that I could rest my cheek on his chest, deciding to ask more about him coming later.
“What does love feel like?” That was an honest question. I’d never experienced it, so how could I recognize it?
Henry, his chuckling slowing, ran a hand through my hair. “I imagine it feels like this, little mate.”
His lips met mine, then he tugged up his pants as I fixed my bra and skirt for some semblance of looking decent. Good thing too.
“Henry? Maya?” Marco called as he walked in the front door. Henry tucked me closer to him, both of us still laying on the rug-covered floor.
“In here,” Henry goaded.
Then Marco turned the corner, freezing as he caught sight of us. I gave him a sheepish grin, and Marco barked out a laugh, shaking his head. “Henry, I was gone for one fucking hour.”
“A full hour?” I raised my brows, looking at Henry.
He offered me a cocky smirk. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”
“What happened to the police officer?” I asked suddenly, causing Henry to growl.
Marco started talking, and my eyes began to flutter closed because it sounded like he had everything handled. I curled into Henry, and before I knew it, I was falling asleep, Henry’s mark pulsing on my thigh.