by Cathryn Fox
While I don’t understand what he means about mixed feelings, now is not the time to ask, not when he’s tugging the elastic from my hair, letting it spill down my back.
“I get you like control,” he begins. “But I told you before that’s not going to stop me from telling you what to do.” His grin is playful, but so damn needy I could weep with joy. Christian wants this as much as I do. Honestly, no matter how many times I tell myself that, I still can’t quite wrap my brain around it. “Are you going to fight me on that tonight, Maize?”
“No,” I say so quickly, the corners of his mouth turn up in a grin. I bite my lip to hide my own smile, but he can see right through me, see how excited I am, and what’s the point of hiding it? He’s being honest with me, and that’s what I should give in return.
“That’s my girl.” He gives me another little shove, until I’m flat on my back. He stares at me again, the blue in his eyes deepening and sending more quivers through my body. He tears into his pants, the zipper hissing as it releases. A second later, he has his cock in his hand, and I nearly bite off my tongue. “Spread your legs,” he commands and wraps one big palm around his thick cock.
I do as he asks, my breath coming quicker now. “Christian.”
“Yeah?” I want to look at him, to meet his eyes, but I can’t take my focus off the way he’s stroking himself. “Something to say, Maize?”
I wet my lips. “I just…”
“I take it you’ve never seen a man fuck his palm while he admires a gorgeous woman sprawled on his bed.”
Did he just call me gorgeous? I mentally roll my eyes so hard I nearly give myself a headache. Is that what I’m focusing on right now? And really, I’m sure he says that to every girl he’s ever had in this bed.
“I’ve never,” I answer honestly.
“Put your hands down your pants.”
My brain stalls. He can’t be serious. The second I look into his eyes, I know he is. “You see what I’m doing here, Maize.”
“Uh huh.”
“I’ve been doing this every morning in the shower. Fuck, knowing you’re in this bed, all warm and soft and not being able to climb in here and taste you has been total fucking torture.”
“I…I didn’t know.”
“Now you do.” He falls quiet for a moment. “Now touch yourself.”
I take a fast breath, hoping it fills me with bravado as I slide my hand down my stomach. He watches me, his gaze never faltering as I tuck into my yoga pants, and go lower, until my fingers connect with my swollen clit.
“Yes,” I gasp unable to help myself.
“Yeah, just like that,” he murmurs and runs his tongue all over his lips. “Get that pussy all nice and wet for my mouth.”
I gulp and grow wetter as he talks dirty to me. “Christian, please…” I murmur even though I have no idea what I’m begging for.
“Is your pussy wet for me, Maize?” he asks, clearly understanding what I want, judging by his response. I nod and he continues. “Does it want my big fat cock?”
A little eeping sound catches in my throat and he chuckles. “Look at me.”
My lids open, and my gaze goes directly to his cock. It’s big and hard and is probably going to destroy me, but I just don’t care.
“Want to touch me?”
My gaze flies to his, and I take in the question on his lips, the want in his eyes. I nod and sit up. He comes closer, and kicks his pants completely off. I resist the urge to pinch myself as he stands before me completely naked—so goddamn gorgeous I’m sure I won the man lottery. I must have done something right in this lifetime, to be here with him, like this.
He takes my hand, puts it around his cock, and closes his hand over it. “Yeah,” he murmurs as he moves my hand up and down his shaft, squeezing my hand to show me how much pressure he likes. A bit of pre-cum drips from his slit, and unable to help myself, I lean forward and catch it on my tongue.
His entire body goes stiff, every muscle tight, and I straighten. Oh God, did he not like that?
“I…just couldn’t help myself,” I explain quickly. “If you didn’t like—”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now.”
His voice is harsh, his eyes brutally hard as he stares at me and I’m about to scurry backward when he captures my hand. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
A thrill goes through me as his breathing changes, becomes labored, like standing now is too much of a chore. It must be, because he drops to his knees, grips my yoga pants and tugs on them. I fall back and lift my hips for him, giving him access to my most private parts. As he pulls my pants down to my ankles, a burst of unease goes through me and I turn toward the lamp.
“It stays on, Maize. I want to see you.”
My lashes flutter, moving as quickly as my heart. “I just…”
“You’re beautiful. Trust me, I don’t lie.”
Liking that he doesn’t lie, and suddenly feeling beautiful—almost worshiped—under his watchful eye, I take in the way they shine with appreciation as he removes my pants, leaving me in my panties. He goes perfectly still and inches back when he sees my less than sexy, white cotton underwear. Oh, God, why am I wearing my everyday white cotton panties that hold zero sex appeal? Not that I’d know sex appeal if it jumped up and bit me in the face.
Oh, because you didn’t know you’d be having sex with a football star.
“I…” Once again, I try to scramble backwards, but he holds my leg and stops me.
“Jesus Christ,” he swears, and slides his hand under the thick white elastic band. “Your panties.”
“I know.” I cover my face, once again wishing I was an ostrich.
“Maize.”
His voice is so deep and hushed, I spread my fingers and peek at him, but he’s not looking at my face. No, he’s admiring my panties, touching the fabric and elastic like they belong on a Victoria’s Secret model.
“Stand up.”
He reaches for my hand, and helps me to my feet. Standing beside me, he hangs on to my arm to stabilize me. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
“Not really,” I whisper honestly.
“These panties. You’re killing me, Maize.”
“They’re not lacy or sexy,” I say.
“This is what I want.” He kisses my mouth and puts his hand between my legs, running his fingers over the cotton. “This…so fucking innocent. I want you like this always, every time.”
I gulp again. Does he mean we’re going to do this more than once? God, I hope so.
“You have more of these?”
“Yes.”
He sinks to the floor, presses his mouth to the cotton, and the heat of his breath stimulates my clit. I quiver, and rake my hands in his hair. “Then you should also know, I’m keeping these.” He drags my panties down my hips, and tosses them onto the pile of his clothes.
No man has ever, in my entire life, made me feel the way this one has right now. My entire chest flutters, never having felt so important, so cherished before. I could definitely get used to this, and I don’t even care if he makes every girl feel this way. Right now, I only care about the way he’s admiring me, making me feel so comfortable in my own skin.
“Are you ready?
“Ready?” I ask.
“Ready to give yourself over to me?”
13
Christian
My cock is so goddam hard as I glance up at Maize, it’s a wonder I’ve not ruptured something by now. I honest to fuck can’t remember the last time I needed any girl so badly. It’s all I can do not to toss her on that bed and bury myself in her—balls deep—and stay there until morning a week from tomorrow.
But right now, Maize needs more from me. She needs to be treasured and guided—taken care of—and that’s a pretty big deal, considering she’s been taking care of herself for a very long time and hates to give up control. But she’s handed herself over to me. That had to have been difficult for her, and I don’
t take it lightly. Not lightly at all.
I truly came so close to losing my shit when I stripped her. Her innocent look—white cotton panties, I swear to God they were nearly the death of me. How I’ve gone this long, fucked dozens of women, and didn’t know simple, white cotton panties were the sexiest things on the face of the earth is beyond me. Then again, I’ve never seen underwear quite like hers. The women I’ve been with come dressed in silk and lace, what they assume is sexy and what they assume is my preference. They’ve all been wrong. Besides, I’m not sure any of them would look this good. The way that cotton covered her sweet ass, and came high over her hip bones. Christ, I’m not sure Maize has any idea just how perfect she is. But I’m about to show her.
I part her damp lips with my fingers and a growl crawls out of my throat when I glimpse her wet pinkness. So fucking flawless. Her sweet, aroused scent fills my senses and I lean in, tasting her from bottom to top, and back down again. Her entire body quivers and I fear her legs are going to go out from underneath her as her trembling hands grab onto me. She’s been on her foot too long, already. I stand and guide her backward until her knees hit the bed.
I place my hands on her sides and grip her T-shirt. She lifts her hands above her head and once again her innocence overwhelms me. I peel her shirt off and take in her white bra. Total and utter perfection.
“I had no idea white cotton was my favorite,” I say, as her breasts rise and fall with her quick intake of breath. “Pink, yes,” I say and put one hand between her legs, “but white.” I brush my other thumb over her nipples as they poke against her sensible bra. “Yeah, I love you in this.” I stroke the side of her lush, covered breast. “But right now, I need my mouth here, or I might just die, Maize.” I give a slight pinch to her nipple and she yelps. In one fluid movement, I slide my hand around her back and release the hook. Her bra falls, and I consider adding it to my new collection.
Dark lashes fall and a measure of her uncertainty comes back. “You’re…good at that.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m good at a lot of things, Maize.”
“Confident, I like that,” she says, her voice a low whisper that wraps around me and tugs at my balls.
“Hey, when you know, you know. You’re good at a lot of things too,” I say, wanting to soothe her concerns. She might not have much experience, but the experience we’re going to have together is forever going to rock my world. Of that I have no doubt.
“Yeah,” she murmurs her gaze lifting, a hopeful look on her face as I cup her breasts, admire the hell out of her fullness.
“Yeah, you’re really good at making me hard, sweetness.” I take her hand, and put it on my aching cock, and she smiles, liking the effect she has on me as she strokes me from base to crown. Fast fucking learner. Before she brings me to premature orgasm, I take a rejuvenating breath and with every ounce of effort I possess, I force myself to step back. Her hand falls, right along with her smile.
“I want—”
“Maize,” I growl, cutting her off. “If you keep touching me like that and I’m going to lose it, and no shit like that ever happens to me.”
She gives me a bashful look, but she likes it. She likes what she does to me, and I like her knowing. I take one long moment to admire her curves and beauty, and she stands there unabashed, letting me. I like that too. My head lifts, and the second I meet dark eyes full of need, I gesture with a nod to a spot on the mattress behind her.
“On the bed, legs spread wide open. Show me your pussy. Right. Fucking. Now.”
She gulps and I love the way my dirty talk revs her up. She settles on the bed, and ever so slowly—is the innocent Maize teasing me?—she parts her long, lovely legs. I’d like to say I’m a patient guy, and usually I am, but this is Maize, who’s been giving me blue balls, and my patience has pretty much reached its limit.
“So fucking sexy,” I mutter and go to my knees on the bed. I put my hands on her knees and with little finesse and much greed, push them wide open and the breath that leaves her lungs washes over me in a whoosh. I slide my hands under her arms and reposition her. I lightly run my eager fingers up her quivering inner thighs, and pre-come drips from my aching cock. Fuck, when she stuck her tongue out and tasted me, I thought my head was going to explode—both of them.
“This hot little pussy needs so much attention, doesn’t it, Maize?” Is that my voice?
“Yes,” she whimpers and writhes beneath me, the last of her inhibitions disappearing, making way for need, and honesty.
“It’s gone without touch for too long, huh?”
“Too long,” she agrees as I stroke her, circling her engorged clit as it beckons my ravenous mouth. “Please, Christian.”
It’s insane how much I like to hear her beg, hear my name on her tongue.
“I’m not going to make you wait any longer, sweetness.” I drop down, slide my hands under her ass and lift her pussy to my mouth. I bury my face in her folds, and moan as her flavor explodes on my tongue. As I eat at her, I know in an instant she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
I want more.
I slide my tongue around her wet silkiness, soaking my nose, my cheeks and chin. God, I could stay here devouring her all day, and never get my fill. It’s a bit disconcerting if I really think about it, which I’m not going to. No, I have more important things to think about—like her climax.
Her hips move instinctively, her pussy banging against my face, desperate for more—for everything, and I plan to give her everything. “So damn needy,” I whisper, and slide one finger inside her as I take her clit gently between my teeth. Her muscles clench my finger tightly and my cock pulses, wanting to trade places. I take deep breaths to calm myself down as I work her clit, nibbling, sucking, biting gently until she’s gripping my head and pulling my hair—going wild. I fucking love it. I take a quick glance up. Maize unleashed. That’s the sexiest thing on the face of the earth.
“Yeah, just like that, babe. Show me how you like to be fucked.”
She bucks harder, my words fraying something in her, and her moans of pleasure grow louder. Downstairs a door opens and closes, and I pray to fuck no one comes knocking on my door. If anyone interrupts this, upsets Maize, they’re going to get a good pummeling from me.
I inch my finger in and out, and her hips lift. She’s so hot and tight, she doesn’t need a second finger, but I push one in anyway, wanting to prepare her for my cock. I glance up at her, and her head is rolling from side to side. My chest squeezes, my throat going tight at the pleasure on her face.
“You like this, sweetness?”
“Yes,” she cries out.
“Your poor pussy. So desperate for pleasure.”
She goes up on her elbows, and I angle my head so she can watch me lick her. “Good, so goooodddd,” she cries out, and I pick up the pace, change the rhythm as her muscles slowly start to spasm. I suck her clit back into my mouth, lave it with my tongue as I fuck her with my fingers, and she lets loose a small cry, her breath stalling as her body lets go, her muscles clenching so hard around my fingers I can feel it all the way to my dick.
“Jesus, fuck,” I murmur and stay between her legs, to lap up her sweetness. She falls back onto the bed and goes completely still. As soon as her pussy stops spasming, I slide up her body, and cup her face. My gaze moves over her face, assessing her, and I press my forehead to hers as she struggles to get air. “Breathe, babe.” I take a deep, even breath and she breathes with me.
“Christian…that was…”
“Just the beginning.”
Her eyes light up. What, did she think we were done? Oh, sweet Maize I have so much—so many inches—to give you. “Yes, more…”
Spreading her legs, she wraps them around my back and moves. My damn cock is so hard and ready, so close to sliding in, but I need a fucking condom. I reach over to my nightstand and pull one from the box. I go back on my haunches ready to slide it on, but come to an abrupt stop when she shakes her head.
Ho
ly fuck. Is she having second thoughts? If so, I’ll respect them, but nothing, not even a million hand jobs, is going to take down this raging erection. No, the only thing that will help is getting inside her and fucking her until I can’t breathe…can’t think…can’t feel.
“Maize?”
The corners of her mouth twitch as she stares at my throbbing cock. “Can I…put you in my mouth?” I exhale a relieved breath as she gives an almost bashful shrug. “I’ve just never done that before, and I thought…”
“You thought you could learn from me?”
Worry dances in her eyes. “Is that okay?”
I touch her face. “Yeah, it’s okay,” I say but my stomach tightens for a second at the thought of her taking this knowledge to another man’s bed, which is ridiculous. We’re not a couple. I don’t do relationships—don’t want to—and this is just fucking.
Yeah, just fucking.
She lightly touches my cock, and weighs it in her hand. “You’re big,” she says, her eyes wide, but then an adorable little laugh escapes her throat. “I don’t really have much to compare it too.”
“I won’t hurt you,” I say quietly and her gaze flies to mine.
“I know.”
My heart misses a beat as she blinks at me, giving me all her trust. That’s a fucking treasure, and I won’t forget it.
She leans forward, stealing all my thoughts as she wraps her sweet mouth around my crown, the happy sounds in her throat almost more than I can take.
“You’ve never….done this with Ryan?” She said she’s never given head before. I don’t know why I’m asking. I guess I just need to hear her say it.
My cock falls from her mouth. “No,” she says, and goes back to licking me.
“You just fucked, huh?” She inches back and strokes my cock as her other hand goes to my balls. I curl into her. “That’s good, Maize.”
“I’m not even sure what we did was fucking, Christian. I didn’t know it could be so good.”
“You haven’t felt anything yet, babe,” I boast, because I plan to fuck her so thoroughly she’s not going to be able to walk for a month. Which means I get to keep her here with me longer. A wave of happiness goes through me at that thought.
