Before I can think too hard about it, I’m fisting the base of my dick. I hold back a grunt as my mind drifts back to earlier this morning when she walked in on me. I give myself a rough stroke as the image settles in my brain. Instead of that surprised look, she’s smiling at me. And when her gaze follows the length of my body and settles between my legs, there’s not a hint of embarrassment or shame in her expression.
She licks her lips before looking up at me, her stare hungry. I groan softly to myself as I start to stroke my cock slowly. Yeah, this is perverted as fuck, reimagining our run-in like some sex fantasy. But I don’t care. It feels too fucking good.
Eyes closed, I give my cock a rough tug while imagining Maya walking up to me. She palms my dick in her hand, her gaze locked with mine the whole time. Pleasure slingshots through my entire body with just that single move from her beautiful hand.
“That’s a hell of a way to say hi,” I say. My hands are on her waist, gripping tight as she licks her lips.
“I can’t help it. You look so good, Theo. Do you know how badly I want you?”
She runs her hand up and down the length of my shaft, gently at first. But it’s only a few seconds before her grip turns firmer and her strokes pick up speed.
I press my eyes shut and my head falls back. “Fuck, Maya…”
She runs her tongue along my bottom lip before she nips me with her teeth.
My eyes fly open, shocked at the bold move. I’m grinning though.
“Do you like that? When I’m a little rough?” she asks as she works me over.
“Fuck yeah, I like it,” I groan. “God, Maya…”
I force my hand to slow down. If I keep up this pace, I’m going to blow, and want to draw this out a bit.
In my mind, I gently wrap my hand around Maya’s wrist, stilling her. She frowns slightly like she’s confused.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Nothing.” I spin her around and set her on the edge of my bed before kneeling between her legs. “It’s my turn now.”
Slowly, I slide off her yoga pants along with her panties. She bites her perfectly pink, perfectly plump bottom lip before she grins at me. I dust the insides of her thighs with soft kisses, relishing her soft moans and the way her muscles twitch every time I press my mouth to her skin.
When I lap my tongue on her clit, I look up and watch as that gorgeous smile disappears. Her jaw falls open and she leans back on the bed.
“Theo, oh my god…your mouth…your tongue…”
Just the thought of going down on Maya has me aching to unload. I work my dick harder and faster. I can’t help it. Hearing her moan gave me a good idea of what she sounds like when she’s turned on. And now I can’t get that sound out of my mind. I want to hear her get loud and wild. I want to hear her moan again and again.
Which is exactly what she’s doing in my fantasy. She’s writhing against my tongue, those mile-long legs wrapped around my head like a vise. Minutes later she’s falling apart while screaming and moaning my name.
As I imagine that very scenario playing out, I work my cock harder and faster. What started as pressure in my lower abdomen now feels like liquid heat in my balls and the base of my spine. I’m hard as steel and right on the edge.
I picture Maya as she starts to come down post-orgasm: hair messy, eyes cloudy, a pleasure-drunk smile on her face.
She drops to her knees, those doe eyes glued to me. “I need you in my mouth, Theo. Now.”
She guides my cock into her mouth and takes me all the way to the back of her throat, her soft, wet tongue gliding along the underside of my dick.
I tug my dick like I’m crazed, like I’ve lost all self-control. And then I come. A growl starts to rip from the base of my throat, but I quickly grit my teeth and swallow it down. When I finish, I’m shaking. Holy fucking shit. That was the hardest I’ve come in…Christ, I can’t even remember.
I blink until my eyes are finally adjusted to the darkness and glance down at the mess on my stomach. I yank a few tissues from the box on my nightstand and clean myself up before rolling over in bed.
It’s dead quiet now. No matter how hard I strain, I can’t hear any more buzzing or moaning. Hopefully, that means Maya is fast asleep and didn’t hear anything.
I lie there in bed, in disbelief. Did I really just do that?
“You know you did,” I mumble to myself.
Fatigue kicks in and soon I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. But even as I fall asleep, I can’t help but think of Maya and her sweet, soft moans.
