Page 62 of Game Changer
My eyes dart to her nightstand. “Is your toy in there?”
She freezes. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh, come on. Don’t be shy about it now. The toy you used to make yourself come. You know, the one you intended for me to hear you use? Where is it?”
“You want to use it?”
“On you? Yes. Is that a problem?”
Her cheeks flush. “No, I’ve just never used it with someone before.”
“Then now’s the perfect time to start, isn’t it?”
After a moment of hesitation, she leans over to grab her vibrator from the drawer, and the sight of the dainty pink toy makes me grin from ear to ear. I know her too well. It’s just how I pictured it.
“Switch it to the setting you prefer.”
“Ethan.”
“What?”
She switches the vibrator on and presses the button once or twice before she passes it over to me. “You’re just so fucking hot, it’s insane.”
I press the toy against her clit, chuckling deeply when her hips buck in response. “Show me then, baby. Ride my cock while you fuck this toy.”
An animalistic sound escapes her and it makes me grow harder. I circle the vibrator around her clit, observing her face to see what she does and doesn’t like. Maya is a goddess as she rocks her hips against me, but what does me in is when she trails her hands to my stomach and squeezes. She’s full on riding me now, and I’m desperately trying to keep my movements controlled with the vibrator but sweat is breaking out across my forehead from my impending release. The sight of her is too much. Her breasts are bouncing, her face is flushed, and her ass is smacking against my thighs. I’m not—
Maya rips the vibrator from my hands and reaches behind her to—
Oh, fuck.
“Let go,” she pleads.
The vibration hits my balls, and I’m a fucking goner.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I shout to try and compensate for the fact that I’m nothing but smithereens while Maya continues to ride me through all of my muttered cursing. I’m sensitive as hell, but I want her to find release, too, and she does in a matter of seconds.
She cries out my name before collapsing on my chest, and in the blissful aftermath, she rubs circles on my chest and hums happily. “You should take a shower to warm up.”
“You should take one with me.”
She snorts. “You know we can’t do that. There are separate showers for a reason.”
“Well, when we’re done with school and have a place of our own, we’ll save water by showering together. Make up for lost time.”
“That sounds like a dream,” she mumbles sleepily.
“It’s not a dream when it’s going to happen.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.” Then, after a heartbeat, I add, “Don’t you?”
While I stare at the ceiling with a ball of anxiety, Maya falls asleep and leaves me waiting for an answer that never comes.
Thirty- two
Maya
