Page 88 of Love me, Maddie Mendoza

I dropped my hands from her tits to her stomach, to the bands of her shorts, and I waited there for a second. Just a moment where she could change her mind. Scoff at my audacity. Pretend that never happened or something. Claim temporary insanity.

Instead, she called my name again. Just the letter, like she always liked to cry. It unraveled something in the bottom of my stomach.

I wanted to chant her name and make an altar. I wanted to pray in her church every day. My hand reached down underneath the shorts and her cotton underwear. When I cupped her, it rang in my ears that it was Maddie who I was feeling.

It was Maddie that I had begging for me. Maddie, who called my name and pleaded. It was Maddie who was so wet that I growled.

“Fuck, Maddie.”

She said nothing to my cursing, just a halted breath. Her hand came to my neck again, and I dove on her, tasting her skin with my tongue at the same time my finger dipped inside her.

It was Maddie who rode my hand. Perfect, tight, rolling hips and raising goosebumps on her soft skin. It was her that took one more finger and then begged for more, and I gave it to her, because I never said no in sixteen years and I wasn’t going to start now.

I used the heel of my hand to press her clit, sucking her ear, and Maddie moaned. Fully, completely moaned, unashamed. The air just got thinner. Maddie was going under and she was dragging me with her.

I kept going, unable to think what would happen once we were finished. Maddie rode my hand, and I lived for it. I got to see at least once. To taste the skin I was dying to taste, to explore the parts my hands were itching to go.

With a last plea, Maddie came. I heard it in her voice; I felt it around my fingers. It took a second and her body went limp, molding to mine like she was made for me.

I opened my eyes… and she opened hers.

Maddie parted her lips, and I’d never been so scared in my life. But before she said anything, before I could explain myself or the situation, my hand reached the remote and I turned off the TV. Without the glare, we were drawn into darkness.

“Go to sleep, Maddie."

The silence inside the car was unbearable.

We both faced the road without a word between us. I cleared my throat, and drove to the campus, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. It was anthropology class day, also known as Maddie and Zeek day.

God, I fucked up.

I stopped at a junction. Maddie moved uncomfortably in the seat beside me. I fucked it real good. I squeezed my eyes and drew a breath. When I opened them again, it was time to go, so I went.

“Hmm..” She started. “Umm, what are you ordering today?”

I whipped my head in her direction, shifting my gaze between her and the road. What was I ordering? It sounded like a joke.

“Don’t say steak salad, Z. I swear to God…”

Stunned, a grin spread across my lips. “What’s wrong with steak salad?”

“You can’t order the same thing every Wednesday. Live a little.”

She should say for me to live a little less. God knew what happened when I gave in to my desires. Nodding, like I wasn’t having flashbacks, I continued the conversation, “What areyouordering?”

I glanced to the side just to catch her head tipping up to the headrest. “Honestly? A stack of pancakes.”

“Sweet for lunch?”

“I think I need it.”

I couldn’t help but wince. It went straight to my heart that she needed a pick me up after… after…

“Oh my God, Z, no!” Maddie blurted out. “I mean, I need it after all the mess with my mother and waiting for the doctors and…” She cursed under her breath. “It’s got nothing to do with… us.”

Us. The word ricocheted around the car, setting a heavy air between us. I strangled the stirring wheel, turning into the humanities parking lot. I said nothing and busied myself with parking.

I was opening the door when she spoke again. “So, that happened.”

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