“This one still involves you crawling back on top of me. Just a little lower. Shimmy that fine ass down until you’re hovering over my dick, Maggie. Rub your hot little center over it. Drive me out of my mind. Then sink down onto me and let me work you right back up.”
Her breath hitching, she perches back on the edge of the tub. I lift her back on top of me, loving the feel of her body on mine. It’s a tight squeeze because, well, it’s only made for one person, and it’s definitely not designed for what we have in mind.
“How’s your leg?” I ask. She really should be elevating it. And she definitely needs more ice.
“Never better,” she lies.
“Maggie—”
“It’s fine. Ok, it’s throbbing and uncomfortable. But that just means I need another distraction. Besides, you said I deserved a reward. I don’t plan on leaving without one.”
How can I argue with that? I promise myself I’ll get her back to her friend’s place within the hour and make sure she’s set up with ice and painkillers.
Right now, it’s reward time. I inch back enough to let her legs drape over my body so that her ankles are resting on my shoulders. Maggie’s splayed out in front of me, her full breasts on display. She bites her lip before meeting my eyes. “It’s a tough call, but I pick option number two.”
Gripping my shaft, I drag it along her seam, andholy fuck.I’m closer to the edge than I thought.
“Technically, there’s one more option,” I tell her, my voice coming out on a rasp.
“What’s that?” she asks as she sinks down onto my tip.
“We can keep doing this, and I can smack your pretty ass.”
Her lips part and her cheeks heat. She lowers herself onto my dick and, good god, she’s fucking soaked. Knowing my words have that effect on her is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
“Why would you do that?” she asks, curiosity lacing each word.
Damn, this girl is perfect. Fucking made for me. “Oh, I don’t know,” I say, dragging out the words just to watch her squirm. “Maybe because you nearly got us caught?” I’m smiling because even though I can be a grumpy bastard sometimes, I want Maggie to know I’m not pissed. Turned on? Yes. Up for whatever she is? Hell yes. Having more fun than I can ever remember? Definitely.
“Um…excuse me. He nearly left the room with nasty pee hands. And he touched the doorknob. That’s disgusting!”
I’m still buried deep inside her, and she’s grinding on the base of my dick, searching for release that only I can give her.
“No argument there,” I say, swirling my hips just enough to emit a gasp from her sweet lips. “I just wasn’t looking forward to Toad getting an eyeful of what’s behind the curtain.”
Slipping my hand between us, I circle her clit with my thumb. The pressure is right, but the pace is too slow. I’m driving her mad, and I fucking love it.
“Well,” she pants. “I have no regrets. Germs are gross…Fuck.” Maggie throws her head back, surrendering to the pleasure, but I’m not done with her yet.
“No regrets, huh?” I ask, my tempo slowing even more.
“None,” she answers, chasing an orgasm I’m not ready to give her yet. “But I may have had a mini heart attack when his teammate or frat brother or whatever started banging on the door.”
I don’t correct her and claim Ollie simply because I’m not in the mood for story time. I’m in the mood to fuck. To take Maggie so deep and so hard that she feels me for days.
Maggie sits a little taller and palms her breasts. She teases each nipple, rolling and squeezing. God, that’s hot. I like how she’s calling me on my shit and going after what she needs.
I’m ready, too. So fucking ready. I tap on her clit, the movement deliberate. Her jaw drops and she fucking detonates. She’s squeezing me so hard that I can’t take it. I rock into her, spilling into the condom. My release goes on forever. It’s that fucking good. I can still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm, and goddamn, I’ve never had sex like this. I’ve never had a connection like this.
It doesn’t even feel real. Hell, maybe I ditched my guys after all. Maybe I’m back in the hockey house having the greatest wet dream of my life.
If that’s the case, don’t wake me.
Maggie’s sprawled across my chest. We’re sweaty and sticky, but neither of us can summon the energy to move. I’ll get up in a minute, I tell myself. I’ll find a washcloth and clean us up. In a minute.
CHAPTER 7
MAGGIE
