Page 53 of Never Give Up

Like she’s reading my mind, Maya reaches down for my lap. “Aren’t you going to get naked?” Her voice is a siren’s song and I’ll never deny her anything.

My fingers are almost trembling by the time I manage to undo the button on my pants, and I’m stuck, staring dumbly as she drops to her knees right there.

She’s got my pants down and my cock in her hands before I can blink, let alone swallow, and—

“Holy fuck, Maya.”

She wraps her lips around my dick and her wet mouth sucks me in.

“Maya.” Her name is a plea.

I can barely keep my eyes on her while she strokes and sucks and licks. With one hand, I wrap her hair around my fist and use it to guide her gently up and down my shaft. The other I praise her with, stroking her skin with every move she makes.

“Perfect,” I tell her with a voice like gravel. “You’re so perfect.”

Her honey-colored eyes stare up at me with bliss reflected back, and if I wasn’t already sitting, she’d have brought me to my knees.

When her teeth graze the sensitive skin right under the tip, electricity shoots down my spine and my toes curl.

“Holy shit.”

“Mmm.” she hums, and I’m a goner when she clenches the backs of my legs and takes me in almost to the base.

“Maya, I’m gonna—”

But I don’t get to finish my sentence because she’s humming again, sucking me even deeper and swallowing every drop of the cum from my dick.

For seconds that turn into hours, at least in my mind, I’m hovering off the couch and I swear that my soul has left my body.

Never, in my entire life, have I felt as much as I do right now. In this moment. And it’s not until the wetpopof Maya letting me slip from her mouth that I remember to breathe, let alone blink.

She’s still looking up at me, pleasure in her eyes. “My turn.” The words burn and I barely get them out.

While Maya watches, I pull my pants up because what I’m about to do will be awkward as hell otherwise.

Instead of trying and failing to be sexy, I stand up and step around her, our eyes still connected. Then I unbutton my work shirt and take it off. My bulletproof vest is the next thing to go, and the last is my plain t-shirt. Maya’s smiling when I strip my shirt off, and her hand is on my stomach as soon as I drop the clothes onto the floor next to her.

“You’re pretty,” she tells me. “But you don’t get a turn tonight.”

Her hand is barely touching my stomach, and every breath I take is difficult enough with how nervous I am. But Maya? There’s not a nervous bone in her body. At least, there isn’t when I’m staring down at her bright and eager eyes, with her hands dancing across my stomach. It’s enough that I don’t quite process what she’s saying until after a few more seconds have passed.

“What?” I croak. “What do you mean?”

Fuck. Her hands are still touching me and it’s already hard to keep my head straight, let alone think about anything except the way I feel being this close to her.

I’m still standing there in front of her naked, too, and she’s fully clothed. So, before she can answer me, I drop down next to her and grasp the hem of her pajama shirt with both hands.

“I’m gonna take this off you.”

I wait for her to tell me not to, to shake her head, or to give me any sign at all that she doesn’t want me to go on.

She doesn’t. Instead, her skin practically vibrates with the same intensity I’m feeling, and at this point I’m not sure if what I’m feeling is actually her body’s reaction to mine or just an extension of my own raging and out-of-control emotions.

“Tell me you don’t want this, Maya. Tell me to stop, and I will. I’ll do anything for you. Even if it means leaving you here and never getting to touch you again.” I will never be able to tell anyone why my anxiety and stress about getting my dream girl is getting to me, but it is.

I’m both hoping and horrified at the idea that Maya is gonna get up or push me away. I deserve it. I deserve all of that and more.

For the second time, she doesn’t.

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