Page 39 of Face Me Off

Maddy’s hands find my hips, and her fingers dig into my skin. She’s anchoring herself, grounding us both at this moment.Our bodies move together, and I swear every sensation is amplified.

Every muscle tensing.

Her soft gasps.

I sear it all into memory.

“God, Ryan.” Her breathy pants fill the silence. “This is … I’ve never felt so full. You’re so huge…”

A cocky grin spreads across my face. She just fueled that animalistic part of my brain with that compliment. “Just getting started, Grimes.”

Her initial hesitation melts away as we find our rhythm. We’re so perfectly in sync that it’s as if we’re on the ice anticipating each other’s moves. Maddy’s body responds to my every touch and every thrust. Her usual restraint gives way to something wilder, more primal.

“Fuck,” I groan, overwhelmed by the intensity. “You feel amazing.”

Maddy’s only response is a low moan as she tosses her head back in abandon. The room fills with the sounds of our shared pleasure, our heavy breathing, and the slapping of skin.

My mind races, drunk on the sensation. Is this what I’ve been missing while I intentionally stayed away from her and focused on school and hockey? On my future? The thought is fleeting, lost in the tide of pleasure washing over us.

I shift my hands to her ass. Her beautiful curls tumble around her shoulders as the dim lights catch the sheen of sweat on her skin, making her glow.

“Damn,” I breathe, drinking in the sight of her. My fingers press into her flesh deeper as I drive into her.

And Maddy ... she’s a fucking rock star, finding her own pace. Her confidence is intoxicating. Gone is the girl who second-guesses herself and worries about her family’s expectations. This Maddy is pure fire, and I’m more than happy to burn.

“You like this view?” She teases with a roll of her hips in a way that makes me see stars.

I can barely form words. “Fuck, yes,” I manage to grunt out.

She picks up the pace, her movements becoming more urgent. I match her thrust for thrust as tension builds between us. My world narrows to just this—the feel of her around me, the soft sounds she’s making, her round ass straddling my hips.

Maddy’s head falls back, the ends of her hair brushing against my chest. She’s close, I can tell. So am I. The intensity is almost too much to bear.

“Ryan,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I’m?—”

“Let go,” I urge as my own release hovers just out of reach. “I’ve got you.”

I chuckle, but there’s a twinge of unease in my gut. Reality is creeping back in, reminding me of all the complications waiting for us outside this room. As she begins to shake and my balls tighten, I know that reality is coming quickly.

I drive into her, and her body splinters around my cock. I feel her clenching and releasing, a rhythm matching the stuttered gasps escaping her lips. The world fades to white as I follow her over the edge, my own climax taking me with a force that leaves me breathless.

“Oh, Ryan…” she sighs, her voice barely above a whisper. There’s a tremor in it that tugs at something deep within me.

“Fuck, Maddy,” I groan in return as we ride out the aftershocks.

She climbs off me, and I reluctantly make myself move. Naked, I pad across the wood floors to get a washcloth for my girl. When I arrived back, she’s already put her shirt back on.

“You want me to help clean?—”

She snatches the washcloth from me. “I can do it myself.”

After she’s done, I ask, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she answers too quickly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

I shrug and reach to pull her against me, but she pats my leg.

“Come on. We need to leave.”

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