Page 44 of Game Changer
I relish the way she gasps when I fill her. Her pussy grips me in a way that nearly pushes me over the edge, but I regain control. Our first time was special and intimate, but my only goalthistime is to ensure she doesn’t have the ability to change her mind. I want to tattoo myself on her heart. Mark my territory. Claim what’smine.
My thrusts are forceful but Maya doesn’t complain. She’s moaning so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire hall heard, but I could give two shits about that. I was tentative the first time, but now I want to explore.
I want to take control.
“You look so fucking pretty taking my cock like this,” I say. “Look at you.Stunning.”
“Ethan!” With her cheek pressed against the mattress, I can see how close she is. I watch her eyes roll to the back of her head before they flutter shut. Her mouth is ajar, and a puddle of drool has already formed on the comforter. “God. I’m already so fucking close.”
“You’re mine,” I seethe between thrusts. “All. Fucking.Mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps. “I . . . always have been. Fuck, I’m—”
A wave of release sends a zing of electricity racing down my spine, and while I feel her thighs quiver against mine, I do the one thing I’ve held back from to get me to finish with her. I glance down between us and watch her ass recoil against my cock with every thrust, and that’s all it takes to have my release barrel through me like a bull fresh out of his cage. I release her hands and sink my fingers into her hips instead while I jerk inside her, cursing and ignoring the people who have started banging on her door, telling us to keep it down.
I’ve never felt so complete when my body collapses on top of hers, both of us sweaty and out of breath. Maya isminein every sense of the word, and I’m never going to let her go or let my insecurities come between us again. She’s hot as fuck, but for whatever reason, she choseme. I can’t keep searching for reasons why this won’t work when there are reasons why it should.
It takes me a second to come back down to reality, but I finally get the ability to roll off of her and onto my back. Maya grins from ear to ear as she scoots closer and rests her head on my chest. I’m still wearing my hoodie, and she twirls the strings before giggling to herself.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing. I just. . . . Well, I knew the sex would be good, but that waswow.”
“A good wow?”
“Averygood wow.”
Pride surges within me. “I aim to please. Well, I’m trying to. Not exactly the most experienced at this.”
“Could’ve fooled me. It didn’t seem like it was your second time at all.”
“That’s because I’ve thought about exactly what I’d do, what I’d say, and how I’d do it if we ever slept together again, Maya. It was basically preplanned.”
She snorts. “Did I live up to your expectations?”
“And then some.” As I bend down to kiss the crown of her head, she runs her fingers down my chest, and the feeling of contentment I felt with her the night I lost my virginity comes back like an overwhelming force. I’ve been searching for this feeling ever since she left. I thought it was my bruised ego that wouldn’t allow me to find it again, but it turns out it wasn’t a feeling at all.
The source of my contentment isher.
Twenty- two
Maya
Waking up next to Ethan stirred up a flurry of emotions I’m still trying to sort through. Grateful because he stayed, nervous because my parents won’t approve, and elated from the amount of warmth his body provides.
I was cold in the middle of the night, so Ethan didn’t think twice before giving me his sweatshirt. The fabric engulfs me, but it smells likehim. I’m warm and cozy, and with the sun beaming through the window, the rays cast Ethan’s face in a golden hue. He’s still sleeping with one of his arms holding me to his chest and the other propped behind his head, and with his long eyelashes and the perfect slope of his nose, he looks like an angel.
Why can’t I have him in my life? I should be able to choose my happiness, and if Ethan is the reason for it, why should my parents dictate who I end up with? If I explained our situation and forced them to meet him, there’s no way they could refuse. Not when Ethan cares about me so much. Right?
With a sigh, I brush the stubble on his chin and rub my thumb beneath his eyes. He slowly blinks them open, and the tiny smile on his face sends my heart racing. “Sorry,” I whisper. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.” His gravelly voice is much sexier than it should be.
“Please. You’re not a morning person, Ethan. Everyone knows that.”
“No man in their right mind could wake up in a bad mood when you’re wearing nothing but their sweatshirt.” He snakes his hand beneath the hem and rubs circles on my thigh. “If I wake up to this view from now on? I’ll start tolovemornings.”
I roll my eyes, giggling softly when he nuzzles his face into my neck. “I want to stay here all day. Seriously. I don’t want to move.”
