Page 69 of I Blame the Club

“In second grade when I met Wes.” His eyes widen in surprise and I laugh, “It’s not what you think. I didn’t fall in love with my best friend, although the dimples are super cute.”

He lets out a low growl and I feel it all the way to my toes.

“Wes was my first real friend, he stuck up for me when some kid bullied me on the playground and then took me home when my parents were running late. I met his younger sister Lacey a few days later and I thought she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.”

I smile wistfully, “I was convinced I was going to marry her. Every time Wes and I would hangout, I would make an excuse to see Lacey. Eventually I worked up the courage to ask if I could kiss her and when it finally happened…”

“It didn’t feel right.” Maurice finishes my sentence and I give him a nod.

“Exactly. I was sure there was something wrong with me, so I asked Wes if we could kiss so I could see what I was doing wrong. He was grossed out at first but eventually agreed. Long story short, I got my first boner and Wes ran away to rinse out his mouth with mouthwash.”

Maurice looks at me with a frown, “That was surprisingly depressing.”

I shrug, “Real life often is.” '

My eyes run down the crisp dress shirt molded to that sculpted body and desire pumps through me. Leaning forward, I let my fingers trace the outline of the bicep closest to me.

Maurice tenses, his muscles flexing beneath my hand as I glide my digits up his arm and over his shoulder. The air thickens as our eyes meet, his cold irises flashing at me dangerously.

“Be careful, Montez. It will be harder to slip away when the sun is up.”

My heart starts to pound as I let a smirk take over my face.

“Promise?”

He moves before I can think, hauling me into his lap and snagging my lips with his own. Rough hands grab my ass, pressing me tighter against him as I make quick work of that sexy dress shirt. Bare skin meets my hands just as he bites my lip and I gasp, hormones racing through me as his erection presses against my ass.

“That mouth of yours keeps getting you into trouble.” Maurice breathes the words into my mouth and I swallow them whole.

“You didn’t have a problem with my mouth last time.”

Gripping his shoulders like I just found my new favourite climbing cage, I let out a shriek when he picks me up and starts walking us towards the bedroom.

I slap the firm muscle on his shoulder, “Babe, you’re starting to emasculate me with all this carrying around.”

Maurice smirks, “Do you want me to stop?”

“Hell no.” Pulling his lips back to mine, I suck his tongue back into my mouth and don’t say another word until Maurice is rolling on top of me.

He strips me quickly and thoroughly, making my skin break out in goosebumps from the fire burning in his eyes. I reach for his pants to help him match my state of undress but he bats away my hands.

I look at him, confused, as he pushes me back down on the bed.

“Not yet.”

Planting his lips on my neck, Maurice makes a slow trail down my body, nipping and licking a brand new treasure trail. My dick throbs painfully as he draws near, that devilish mouth of his quickly becoming my new favourite sex toy. I hiss out a breath when he takes ahold of my length, stroking me gently before planting a kiss on the tip of my cock.

Maurice looks up at me from beneath dark lashes and the sight almost makes me come on the spot. He smirks, giving me one good lick from base to tip before sucking me in deep and making me forget my name.

My fingers weave through the silky strands of his perfect hair, the feeling of his wicked tongue against my dick pushing me to the edge far too quickly. I’m just about to finish when Maurice pulls back, popping my dick out of his mouth and flipping me over. My face lands in the pillow as he drags my hips in the air and bites my ass.

“I think this is your best position yet, Montez.”

There’s a wet smacking sound right before he presses a finger into me. I moan, pushing back against the burning sensation as Maurice hunts for my prostate. He slips another finger in and I start to shake.

“That’s my good boy. Get yourself nice and ready for me.” Pressing a kiss to my spine, Maurice withdrawals his fingerscompletely, leaving me achingly empty and harder than I’ve ever been in my life.

“Fuck me, Maurice.” I’m panting against the bed, ass still in the air, “I need you to fuck me right now.”

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