Page 75 of Wild Love
“Are you close?” I ask. “Want my mouth?”
“I want your tits,” he says.
“You want to fuck my tits?”
“Oh fuck.” He groans. “That isn’t what I meant, but damn right I do. I won’t last that long, though. Show them to me. You have the best tits.”
I lift my shirt and bra for him. He rubs harder and pumps into my hand. “Oh goddamn, Kota. This is beyond anything I imagined. So far beyond.”
He waits for my orgasm and then leans forward and suctions his mouth around my nipple, sucking hard while I explode around his fingers. He follows a few pumps later, still holding my nipple hostage as he shoots on his stomach.
“So fucking beyond,” he repeats.
* * *
I wakeup Sunday morning with Maverick’s lips on my neck. I don’t know how many times he made me orgasm last night (That’s a lie; I was totally counting, and it was four), but my body doesn’t care. The light touch of his mouth on my skin already has my insides on fire.
“Wanna go out for breakfast?” he asks.
“What if someone sees us?”
“Then all they’ll see is two friends out sharing a meal.”
“Okay,” I agree readily. I’m starving, and I need some fresh air to decide how I feel about everything that went down last night.
He hops up and tugs my hand to pull me to a standing position. We slept shirtless, and he appreciates the view for a few seconds before sliding his gaze back up to my face.
“See something you like?”
“Yeah, sorry. You mentioned fucking your tits, and now it’s all I can think about. Did you mean it?”
My nipples harden. I guess I did. “Maybe not before breakfast, but yes.”
“Something to live for.” He winks and steps back. “I’m gonna shower. Joining me?”
“I think I’ll go back to my room. I need clothes anyway.”
“K.” He pauses, then grips my hip and yanks me forward until I’m flush against him. His mouth covers mine, and he kisses me hard before pulling back again. It feels so easy and simple andgood. “Pick you up from the living room in thirty.”
We shower and get dressed separately, then head off in search of a restaurant with an outdoor patio since we brought Charli along.
“Are you nervous about camp?” I ask when our food comes. Development camp starts this week, and everything I’ve learned about it from working with Blythe and Reese is that it’s a grueling week for rookies.
“Yeah, but excited too.” He takes a bite of eggs and then breaks off a piece of bacon for Charli.
“No wonder she likes you so much,” I say.
“Girls like to be fed. Duh.” He breaks off another piece and holds it across the table for me.
“No thanks.”
He pops it into his mouth and leans back with a huge grin on his face. “I’ve got something else you can put in your mouth after breakfast.”
“Eww. I’m eating here.”
He busts up laughing. “I’m sorry. I can’t hold them in when they’re that easy.”
I roll my eyes. Yeah, I think Mav and I are going to be just fine going back to being just friends after this summer.
