Chapter 6 #3
She opens her mouth and sucks my fingers in, licking them clean. Her eyes go soft. She moans, shameless, sucking her own taste from my skin.
“You’re trouble,” I say, barely able to get the words out.
She grins, messy and beautiful. “Make me worse.”
So I do.
I grab her hips and roll us, pulling her up to straddle me. Her thighs are slick and warm around my hips, her skirt bunched at her waist, nothing underneath it. She’s still wet, swollen, hungry for more. I want to touch every inch of her, memorize the way her body moves against mine.
She grinds down, greedy for friction. I circle her clit with my thumb, gentle at first, then firmer, matching her need. She claws at my shoulders, holding on, using my body as leverage while she rides my hand.
Her lips crash back onto mine, hot and open, teeth tugging at my lower lip. She tastes like wine and sweat, and underneath it, herself. I groan, one hand pinching her nipple, rolling it between my fingers.
She bites, a sharp nip. “Want you inside again,” she whispers, desperate.
I press my fingers into her, two, then three, stretching her wide. That slick, obscene sound fills the room, echoing. She rides my hand, head thrown back, hands braced on my chest, hips grinding.
I want her gone, want her lost. I fuck her like I mean it, relentless, thumb on her clit, fingers deep, lips at her throat, leaving marks.
She’s shaking now, whole body straining, sweat gleaming on her skin. Every movement is raw want.
She’s close—I can feel it in the way she tightens, the way her breath goes sharp, desperate.
“Jordan, please,” she gasps. “I need to—I need to come for you, please, please, fuck me, make me come.”
I answer with a growl, rough and honest, giving her everything, faster and harder, not letting go.
“Come for me, Maddie. Let me feel you.”
And she does. She comes apart, screaming my name, body arching wild, thighs shaking. She collapses forward, breath ragged, face buried in my shoulder. For a moment, it’s just her breath, her heartbeat rushing.
She laughs, weak, and the sound makes me smile.
“You’re ridiculous,” she mumbles, hair a mess on her forehead.
I kiss her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. “You love it.”
“Maybe,” she teases. “Still deciding. Maybe I need more proof.”
“Good thing I’m an overachiever.”
She kisses me, slower now, hand at my neck. It’s different—the edge is gone, replaced by something soft and honest. I let her lead, let her set the pace, let myself sink into her.
This time, she takes control. She flips me to my back, bracing herself above me, eyes bright and hungry.
She nips at my jaw. “My turn,” she says.
I nod, helpless for her.
She’s not in a hurry. She kisses my throat, my collarbone, her hands moving slow, careful, mapping every line and scar, every tattoo. She strips my jeans, slow, kissing my skin as it’s uncovered.
At my hips, she pauses. Gives me a look that says, I see you. All of you.
I freeze, breath stalling, unused to being looked at like this, so thoroughly. But she doesn’t look away. She licks up my thigh, moaning at the taste.
She settles between my legs, opening me wide, like I belong there.
Her mouth is hot, tongue slow and unhurried, coaxing pleasure until it builds and builds. She licks a stripe up the center, circles me, making sure I feel every bit of it.
I can’t hold back—I moan, hips jerking, hands tangled in the sheets. She’s grinning, nosing in closer, tongue relentless until I’m shaking, every thought gone.
She slides a finger in, then two, then three, filling me, stretching me.
Her mouth sucks at my clit, gentle and then sharp, irresistible.
I’m close, so close, the world going white.
I want to warn her, want to say something, but all I can manage is, “Fuck, Maddie, I’m gonna—I can’t, I’m gonna come, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop. ”
She doesn’t. She keeps going, fucking me through it, tongue and fingers until I break apart, coming so hard I can only scream her name, again and again. When I come down, I’m wrecked, limp and dazed, boneless.
She kisses back up my body, slow, wipes her mouth with a smirk. “Not so tough now, are you?”
I try to answer, but only laughter comes out, shaky and wild. “You’re a menace,” I manage. “Should’ve known.”
She settles in beside me, leg thrown over my hip, hair soft against my chest.
“Was it good?”
I blink, then actually laugh. “Maddie. I barely know where I am right now.”
She smiles, triumphant. I wrap my arms around her, greedy for her, and pull her in tight. We’re tangled up, skin stuck together, heat between us.
She draws lazy circles on my stomach, kisses my shoulder. Her touch is gentle now, almost reverent, like she’s trying to remember every bit of me. I tuck my face against her hair, breathing her in until my pulse finds its way back to normal.
For a long moment, it’s just this: our bodies coming down, the hush of our breaths, the drift of quiet.
She doesn’t mention Drew. Doesn’t mention the store, or tomorrow. She just kisses me, again and again, until everything else falls away.