Page 74 of Love me, Maddie Mendoza

It was lower than my usual tone. She drew a breath as I kept going. “I can take it if you want to talk dirty.”

Maddie rolled her hips.. I sucked in a breath. “I bet I can take it better than Aisha.”

Her arms sparkled with goosebumps when my warm breath found her skin. I felt like a god. Her reaction to my voice, to my weight on top of her. I was getting drunk with us. My whole body covered hers, so perfect, so in sync. I wondered if our bodies knew what to do before we did.

“Why don’t we play a game?” I suggested.

“What kind of game?”

My hand curved around her stomach. I squeezed, and she jumped, her ass rubbing on me. I swallowed, my cock impossibly hard. I kept going. “I wouldn’t want you to miss out on anything. I should have taken care of all your needs. As a friend.”

“As a friend,” she whispered. “It sounds logical.”

I couldn’t ignore the pulse between us, even if I was ready to ignore everything else. My own actions made little sense, and I definitely wasn’t ready to understand that Maddie seemed to enjoy herself, too.

Grinding down on her was great for me, but it was more. It was her breathing coming out all jaded. It was her skin that burned under my fingertips.

“If I tell you a secret, you’re going to tell me one, too.”

My hand circled from her stomach to the upper back. My fingers itched to reach her chest. The tank offered no resistance. It bunched up, rolling like it was a wave. I ground on her. My neck strained when the friction was painful. How many things we haven’t done as teenagers and now, after all this time, we were ready to start?

Dry humping was obviously teen territory.

Maddie moaned so low I almost missed it. Her hand reached for the pillow in front of her face, gripping the material between her fingers like she needed strength to keep going.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I lowered my mouth to graze her shoulder. I nipped first and then went for a taste. I wanted to lap my tongue all over her skin. I wanted to see if she tasted the same everywhere. I wanted….

“Z? Is Maddie here?” Mom knocked on my door.

One second I was in forbidden paradise, and the next I was scrambling to straighten myself and hide a hard on from my mother.Teen territory. Maddie wasn’t doing much better. She turned to lie on her back, but her cheeks were so flushed it was impossible not to understand what was happening.

“Yes, I’m here,” she croaked.

Which wasn’t an invitation to come in. But mom did anyway. She twisted the knob of my room and came in with an annoyed expression, watching us in bed together.

“You too?” she asked. “Jumping those damn trees? I thought you had more sense.”

Maddie chuckled. I could hear her willing herself to get the words out normally, without panting. “It’s not that bad.” And it barely sounded like she was rubbing her ass on me five seconds ago.

“It’s dangerous.” Mom insisted. “We have doors.”

She looked from me to Maddie, like she was wondering the best punishment, but then just said. “Your mom saw your empty bed and called.”

Maddie straightened up. Big mistake. Her nipples were like fucking beads under the tank. I looked away.

“Is she ok?”

“Yes.” Mom replied with a frown. “She’s fine, sweetie. She was just wondering where you went. But Zeek says he’s back to Statham tomorrow, so I had a wild guess you’d be here.”

Maddie smiled weakly.

They never knew how many times we slept together. Not when we were little and hiding was part of the fun, not now when we spend all nights in each other’s bed in all states of undress.

“Ok.” Maddie nodded, relaxing in bed again. “If she’s ok, I will be home in the morning, anyway.”

“Use the front door.” Mom warned.

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