I nod. “I figure it’s shorter than the ‘Hell Fucking No’ list.”
She considers this. “True.”
“I mean, some of them, I can guess,” I say, hooking my thumb into the band of the garment in question and pulling the satiny material off down her legs so she can step right out of it. I don’t let go, though. I don’t add it to her little mountain of clothing. Instead, I raise it to my lips and kiss the still-damp spot that’s my favorite. “For instance, I really shouldn’t say how much I fucking love it when your…” I say, gesturing to the scrap of material in my hand, “get…well, you know.”
She takes the underwear from my hand and bends down toward our discarded clothes, offering me a tantalizing view of her backside. Instead of dropping the panties on her pile, she folds them neatly and tucks them into the pocket of my sweats, before turning back to me. “That’s right,” she says, crawling back on my lap. I’m still hard as fuck. Tracing the seam of her entrance, it’s clear our little exchange turned her on, too. It blows me away how compatible we are. I’m so wrapped up in her and the way she’s moving against me that I’m about to grip my cock and drive into her when I realize I have no condoms up here.
Fuck. That was close.
Maggie’s in the same lust-haze I was in because when I pull back, she leans in.
“Condom,” I sputter, and the word stops her mid-motion. Luckily, my hand rests at the base of her spine and holds her in place.
Damn. Stepstool sex is more complicated than I thought. There should be a little basket up here or something.
I’m trying to figure out the chances that my house is empty right now because I’d love nothing more than to make love to Maggie on my bed. Hell, on any bed.
Before I can calculate what time it is and where myroommates are, Maggie dashes down the steps and holds up my pants.
I shake my head. “Outside pocket of my backpack,” I say, amazed she really hasn’t walked out on my dumb ass yet. I was a second away from taking her bare. Jesus. I need to get my head on straight. But that will have to wait, because right now, Maggie’s hands are rolling a condom down my length.
She straddles me, like before, and I tilt my head back and moan as she sinks down onto me. She’s wet and tight, the folds of her body opening just to swallow me up. I pump my hips in little bursts until I’m seated fully inside her. My head fucking spins, I swear. It’s like heaven, and when she grinds her pelvis against mine, my vision blurs. My hands grip her waist as we find our rhythm. She’s gripping my biceps and I’m watching my dick as it moves in and out of her with every thrust. Her ass cheeks slap against the hard muscles of my thighs. Her body shakes with need, and I know exactly what to do.
Easing one hand between us, I let my thumb find her clit. It’s swollen and needy and I rub quick circles against it to drive her over the edge.
“JT,ohmygod, don’t stop, I—” Her words turn into gibberish as she rides me harder, her inner walls clenching and sending me right off the cliff after her. We’re a tangled, sweaty mess, but we hold onto each other as we ride out our orgasms together.
It takes a minute for us to catch our breaths, but eventually, we climb off the stepstool and get dressed. “You go first,” I tell her, nodding toward the door as I set the stepstool back against the wall. “I’ll meet you in the caf in five.”
Maggie shakes her head as she stifles a yawn. “You wore me out,” she teases. “My next class was canceled and I’m exhausted, so I’m going to head back to Uncle Hudson’s and take a nap.”
“Are you feeling okay?” I ask, taking in the paleness of herfeatures and the greyish circles under her eyes. Again, I’m a dumbass. All I saw when I got her was her perfect tits and the curve of her waist, and those silky little…yeah, things. I didn’t notice she looks like she could sleep for a week. Her actuarial exams are coming up and she’s been studying non-stop. Well, except for the breaks she takes to meet up with me.
“I’m fine,” she shrugs, reaching for her backpack, but I close the short distance between us.
“I’m serious, Maggie. I get that we’re just…whatever the fuck we are,” I say, the words like glass in my mouth, “but I’m worried about you. Come have lunch with me and then you can nap, ok?”
Again, she brushes off my concern. “I’m fine, I just…these exams are no joke. And this is just the beginning. I have to keep taking them to ensure my certification. All this studying is zapping my energy.”
“If you need energy, then you need food,” I say decisively. “Come on, how does greasy pizza sound?” We just ate it two days ago, so I know she likes it.
Her face goes from grey to green in an instant.
“Ugh. That does not sound good.”
“Okay, what does sound good?” I’m about to start naming foods, but I don’t want to gross her out more. She must not have eaten much today. Maggie seems to get queasy on an empty stomach.
A smile lights her face. “You know what sounds really, really good? A bagel.”
“A bagel?” They’re fine, but she’s acting like she’s just chosen her last meal and can’t wait to dive in.
“Mmmhmmm,” she answers. “Toasted. Chocolate chip with plain cream cheese. But not a lot of it. Actually, just a little side cup of it. It can’t touch the toasty warm bread-y goodness.”
I lean in for kiss. “And where am I getting this most delicious, nutritious lunch?”
“Drip has the best bagels. But it’s fine. You don’t have to get me anything. We’re not?—"
I shake my head. “Humor me, ok? I’ll meet you on the third floor of the library on one of the comfy couches by the windows. Give me ten. Fifteen if Theo wants to shoot the shit about Saturday’s game.”
