Page 25 of Wrong Pucking Player

This specific hallway always echoes when you speak too loudly. I don’t respond to her until I’m entering a dark room and closing the door behind me.

Just like that, the world is but a pitch of darkness, yet I know exactly how to move.

Know how to perch my prized position in the midst of our hidden space.

Mackenzie doesn’t say a word, even when I have her exactly where I want her.

I know we’re facing each other, my hand on her hips while her legs are dangling from the counter I placed her on. All I have to do is flick the light switch to reveal where we are, yet I want to draw out this moment of dark abyss a little longer.

Fuck… I want to kiss her.

So fucking bad.

So bad, I don’t realize what I’m doing until my lips brush hers.

I know exactly where she is without my vision.

Her energy is so vibrant—addicting—itpulls me in like a fucking magnet. That sweet aroma that’s so feminine in nature. A field of daisies, a hint of vanilla… fuck.

How I’ve missed these divine lips.

I’m waiting for her to push me away. To remind me that we’re not the two lost lovers from the past who yearned to be together forever, but she doesn’t stop me.

My girl missed me just as much as I missed her.

The funny part is, she won’t admit it so easily.

I’ll have to pry it out of her.

Little by little.

Kiss by kiss.

Until I’m between her legs and enjoying the truth of her whimpering words.

Seconds before her climax.

I’m not sure I’ll get that far tonight, but that spike of hope keeps growing with the feverish movement of our lips. The urgency to taste the other is so obvious, the bliss it delivers makes my world spin.

To think, after five-plus years, we’re back in our little hiding place.

Making out in the upstairs guest bathroom of my girl’s best friend’s house.

The small space, matched with the off chance of being caught, always sent waves of desire through me—and surely through her—leaving us in a state of rushed eagerness to get exactly what we want.

Breaking the intense kiss leaves us panting heavily in the quiet abyss. I’m desperate to see those stunning eyes of hers. To witness their wild, widened surface while those dilated pupils confirmed the crazy effect I still have on her.

I reach for the switch, flicking it on so we’re greeted with the low beam of orange light that filters the tiny space. It’s not too strong to hurt the eyes, reminding me of those dimly lit sun lamps that mimic the sunset.

My gaze is captivated by the way she’s taking me in.

There’s no way of denying it now.

There’s still a spark there between us, a spark that’s begging to burn wild and free.

I lean inward until I’m kissing her again.

Slower, deeper, needing to savor her addicting taste.

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