Page 26 of Organized Chaos
Maya took another step closer... and then one more until only a Dewey Decimal of an inch remained between us. I searched her flashing blue eyes implicitly, unable to look away from the sight in front of me.
I was surprised by the complete three-sixty from our conversation. More astonishing was the moment Maya leaned forward to kiss me.
But she didn’t just kiss me; she attacked.
Maya threw herself at me with a fierce grunt, mouth crashing against mine, lips full of passion. The force almost toppled me. I was a big guy and stayed in shape. The only reason I stumbled backward was due to the sheer shock value.
For the first time, Maya was kissing me of her own volition.
My patience was already wearing thin from the day. Her boldness broke the last bit of restraint I had exercised. Snaking my hand around her neck, I dragged my lips down the column of her neck for a taste of her skin—heated from the afternoon sun—licking, nipping, and caressing. Creamy, flushed skin blazed like it had been set on fire. I panted hotly in the hollow of her shoulders while Maya’s hands moved studiously as if learning every inch of my body.
"Brandon," she moaned in between my biting kisses.
I grabbed fistfuls of hair to yank her head up, our mouths meeting somewhere in the middle due to our height difference.
“I want to...” she whispered against my lips. Her eyes landed on my crotch, hands moving toward the region.
I waited with anticipation. Maya’s tranquility from the day was dissipating, displaying her unshackled side. She trailed kisses down my chest, sinking to her knees. Maya peeked up from under a thick set of lashes.
“Show me what to do,” she whispered.
Who in the hell was this girl?
Last night, her reluctance knew no bounds, acting like some poster child. Tonight, she was... free.
I didn’t understand Maya though one crucial detail became evident. Maya lied about loving her life inside a bubble because I was bearing witness to her natural habitat. She loved being free.
Hair loose, eyes glazed, lusted out face. Underneath the good girl was a heart that could never be tamed, wilder than a mare.
No matter how much she lived by arbitrary rules, Maya had a chaotic side that begged to be free. It couldn’t be organized and filed away, not the way she desired. It was only a matter of time before Maya realized it.
My breathing raced at the thought. I whispered instructions, telling her to unzip me, take out my cock and hold it around the base. I never had to tell a woman to deep throat me or stroke me. But there was something so pure about her innocence, yet it was dirty in its own way.
Suppressing a groan, I moved my hand into her silky, golden hair. Precum was already dripping from me, but she was a champ, diving in to let the thick moisture coat her tongue.
I must have growled because Maya’s eyes flipped up. Yes, I was definitely growling, “Fuck. Oh... shit,” amongst a plethora of other obscenities.
One lick and I was transported to an alternate universe. My heart inflated, beating—no shouting—on its own accord, the sounds escalating to spill out of my mouth.
“Close your mouth over my cock,” I hissed.
Maya leaned forward more confidently despite the fear I must have provoked with my unrestrained hunger.
“Holy shit. That’s it. Suck me,” I rapped out.
She complied without hesitancy, the warmth inside her taking me to paradise. I let her take over to do as she pleased, hands squeezing, mouth moving back and forth. What she lacked in experience, she more than made up for with enthusiasm.
I had never stared at someone in awe like this, never wondered if they enjoyed the moment as much as I did, but that’s all I could think of.
“God. Hold still. Look at me.”
I held her in my grasp, needing a minute to watch her with her mouth wide open, my dick stretching out her lips. Pouty, pink lips, her heated skin, curtained by straight golden hair... fuck. Letting out a roar, I pulled back and pumped into her.
“Shit!” I came within seconds, cum dripping down her throat.
I stumbled against the side of the couch to find equilibrium and to compose my excited heart. My panting filled the room though Maya remained on her knees, wide eyes watching me inquisitively.
As my vision cleared and my rational senses reinstated, a critical realization dawned on me—Maya was an evil genius.
