Page 112 of The Hookup Type

I moved so I was sitting with her in my lap. She stroked her clit against my erection, riding out her orgasm as she dragged her nails lightly down my sides. I caught her mouth with mine and used my hands to guide her as we moved against each other. Her wet pussy glided along my cock, and I ached to be inside her.

“I want you,” she whispered against my lips.

My mouth curved into a grin, and she kissed me slowly. She started to rock against me again, her body in rhythm with her tongue's gentle strokes.

But we were playing with fire, and I didn’t want her to do something she would regret.

“There’s a condom in my bag,” I said between kisses.

She tucked her hair behind her ears and gripped my shoulders. I leaned over so she could pluck the unopened Trojan box out of my duffle.

I leaned back against the headboard and adjusted her on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and ran her fingers through my hair. My forehead rested against hers, and in one slow movement, I eased myself inside her. I groaned against her lips, and she captured my mouth with hers.

We moved slowly, enjoying how our bodies felt pressed against one another. Relishing in what had been building since we first met and making up for all the time we lost. My hands roamed freely around her body—free to touch and appreciate because in this moment she wasmine.

She began to speed up, moving her hips against me. She moaned and dug her nails into my neck, pushing me dangerously close to the edge. I wasn’t ready to get there yet, and if she had kept going at this pace, I wouldn’t last much longer.

“Mace, look at me.” I brought my hand to her face.

She slowed, and her eyes met mine. I dragged my thumb across her mouth and pulled at her bottom lip. Her right dimple appeared, and her lips formed a naughty grin.

I grinned back and released her lip from under my thumb. “Slow down, baby.”

She watched me slide two fingers into my mouth before I rested them on her clit. My free hand wrapped around her lower back and I prompted her to move again. I quickened my pace with my fingers, forcing her to hold onto my shoulders to stay balanced. She gasped, and I knew she would come if I kept her going at this pace. It was slow enough to enjoy her unraveling in front of me, but I wasn’t close to the finish line. I could spend all night inside her.

Her breaths grew sharper and she leaned her forehead against mine. I kept our pace slow but pumped my hips harder, hitting the spot inside her that would make her come undone. I wanted to feel her release around me, make me wet with how much I turned her on—just like I did the first time I touched her.

“Jaxon,” she whimpered, and my whole world went still.

I gripped her hips and rolled us so I was on top of her. I kissed up her neck with my fingers still on her clit, coaxing her body to build again as I thrust inside her. She gripped the pillow behind her and cried out. My name slipped from her lips again as her walls tightened around me and I felt myself getting close.

I quickened my pace until I couldn’t hold out any longer. I shifted my body weight off her and buried my face in her neck. My heart hammered against my chest as I breathed in her scent, inhaling slowly to catch my breath before I lifted onto my forearms and stared down at her.

Maci smiled sleepily, reaching up to trail her fingers through my hair. I bent down to touch my lips to hers, and she pulled me against her. I kissed up her jawline and tugged her earlobe with my teeth. She giggled and pulled the blankets up to her chest. I loved that sound, and I loved her lying naked next to me.

I rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom to throw away the condom. I kept my eyes on her and slipped on a pair of basketball shorts. She was minutes away from falling asleep, her eyes getting heavier with each moment that passed. I bent down and kissed her forehead. Then I kissed her nose and landed on her mouth.

“Do you want anything from the kitchen?” I murmured, and she shook her head.

Before opening the door, I tossed her one of my shirts and a pair of basketball shorts. I shut it behind me and glanced around the condo to ensure I was clear.

After I grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge, I sat at the breakfast bar and replayed everything that just happened on repeat in my head. I had just slept with one of my best friends—with a girl I cared about more than anything. I waited for the panicked reaction to take over, for the regret to consume me and eat me from the inside out. But nothing came.

I had wanted every part of what just happened with Maci. I wanted to pull her against me and have her on top of me—while I touched her and pushed her to feel things that only I could make her feel. My name on her lips was a sound I would never get tired of hearing. The sweet moans that felt warm on my neck and chest made me hard again just thinking about them.

I drank half the bottle of Gatorade and stilled when I heard someone coming from the front door. I wasn’t prepared to face Bryson yet, and the thought of having to see him right now twisted my stomach. I had no idea what I would say to him.

Katie cleared her throat as she rounded the corner of the hall and my shoulders relaxed. She was in her pajamas and looked ready for bed. She must’ve come back from the hot tub with Connor after Maci and I had our fight.

I swallowed and studied her expression. Even though the door had been closed, Maci was loud. I smiled and thought of the noises she had made while I was inside her.

Katie smiled back and slowly leaned against the counter. She blinked a few times and cocked her head.

“What’s up, Katie?” I took another long sip, and her smile grew bigger. Whether she heard us or not, she knew. I swore these girls were in sync.

“Absolutely nothing.” She giggled and pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge. “Need another?”

I read right through her innocent stare. It was hard not to smile back at her when I extended my hand for another drink.

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