Page 61 of Game Changer
“All right, ready? Three, two, one,go!” He pulls me into the storm, and with us laughing like lunatics and our shoes getting soaked, I realize I didn’t put up a front after all.
I’m learning tolovethe rain.
Thirty- one
Ethan
I’m drenched from head to toe when we get back to the dorm. I hardly notice because the second we enter the building, Maya’s lips are back on mine. My mind is hazy and in a lust-filled daze as we stumble into the elevator, hitting random buttons that will hopefully take us to our floor.
The only woman I want isher. The only woman I’ve ever seen is her. Maya has always been the greatest thing to ever come into my life, and I plan on cherishing her for every second I have with her.
“Take this off,” she pants when the door shuts to her room. I’ve never been more grateful she still doesn’t have a roommate.
She pries off the T-shirt stuck to my body and flings the wet garment on the floor before making quick work of my pants. Lightning flashes outside, and rain pelts against the window. It’s pitch black in here, but neither of us bothers with the lights. We have one thing on our minds, and we don’t need to see each other to accomplish it.
In the dark, I can focus on my auditory senses, and in a way, it’s more sensual than visual. Her labored breathing when I strip off her skimpy uniform top and bra. Her moans when I kiss her collarbone and blindly back her up to her mattress. The tiny inhale of breath she gives when I peel her shorts and underwear off and toss them to the side with the remainder of my clothes.
Maya’s skin is cold when we land on the bed together, but I hope to change that in the next five minutes.
“Ethan.”My cock thickens at the sound of my name spilling off her tongue. It reminds me of what other talents her tongue is capable of, but her pleasure comes first. I’ve recently discovered that doing this is one of my new favorite hobbies.
I sink between her thighs and don’t bother teasing her when she’s shivering. I wrap my mouth around her clit and grin at the cry of bliss that fills the room. Thunder rumbles in its wake, acting as a muffler that I’m sure Leo will be thankful for next door.
Her hips buck against my face, grinding in a greedy, possessive way that makes me groan against her, begging for more. I’m suffocating between her thighs, but if I had to die, this would be the perfect way to go out.
“Come for me,” I growl when she releases her hold. I slip two fingers inside of her and pump until my forearm aches. The best part about sleeping with Maya is I’m learning all of her ticks and what pushes her over the edge. I realize now that she likes to be fingered soft but fast. And she especially likes when I tongue her clit at the same time, which is precisely what I do.
She comes immediately, her hands latching onto my soaking wet hair and tugging on the strands as she rides out her high.
Just as suspected, her skin is warm to the touch when I crawl back on top of her, but then she flips us over and straddles me instead.
She bends over to whisper in my ear, “I want to fuck you like this.” I feel the long, silky strands of her still-dry hair hit my shoulders, enveloping us like a curtain of privacy. “Can I ride you? Is that okay?”
“The fact you think you have to ask is a problem.”
“Do you have a condom? I think we used up the ones in my dresser.”
My fingers flex on her hips, annoyed that she’ll have to move, even if it’s only for a few seconds. “My wallet. In my sweatpants’ pocket.”
She crawls off and stumbles in the dark until she finally finds it. I hear the foil packet ripping open, then she straddles me again and grips my aching dick with her fingers.
We’ve been having sex for almost a month now, but I want it every second of the fucking day. However, I don’t want to come across as the typical horny male who only wants to get in her pants. Maya means so much more to me than that.
I pull my lip between my teeth when she sinks onto my cock, and it takes an obscene amount of effort not to finish. I think of everything possible to hold back—war, dead puppies, world hunger—but no feeling will ever compare to the grip she has on me. Quite literally.
“You feelsogood,” she whimpers.
My eyes slam shut. “Fuck, don’t say shit like that. You’re gonna make me come.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Her hands land on my chest, and when she starts to ride, my fingers dig into her hips. There’s no way she’s going to keep doing this without me watching, so I lean over to turn on the lamp on her nightstand. Light cascades over her body in a warm golden glow, and I don’t know where to look first.
Her tits, which are the perfect size for my hands. Her mouth, which is open in pleasure. The way her nails scrape down my chest while she grinds on my cock in the most delicious way.
“Does this position feel good for you?” I ask.
She nods enthusiastically.“Yes.”
But I don’t feel right receiving all the pleasure without reciprocating.
