“I like this ride,” she says, her mouth coming back to mine. She takes the kiss she wanted. I don’t know how Maisie has gone this long in life without someone else snatching her up. I think whatever gods there are out there must have saved her just for me. It’s a miracle that I’m the only person
that’s ever snagged her attention. I’ll handle her with care and never take her for granted. As the years go by both of our looks will fade. I want us to have a solid foundation that we can build a future on. For her to know this is more than skin deep. She needs that. The same as I needed to hear her voice her attraction to me. I hope that our friendship will be as strong as our attraction to one another.
Her hands and mouth are eager. She might blush a pretty pink but she isn’t shy about asking for what she wants. She has no idea how sexy her questions are. Her words are laced with pure innocence and truth. I remind myself that I have to handle her with care. Not only that but I don’t want anyone seeing her. Not even my brother. I need to take her to my room. I want the comfort of knowing we have complete privacy as we explore one another for the first time.
“Come,” I say, standing. I take her hand in mine. She doesn't resist, following me willingly down the hallway to my bedroom. I close the door behind us and lock it. She opened up to me. She saw that I’d grown unsure and she willingly threw out her own insecurities without question. I tried to make a joke or laugh to ease the moment because I was unsure how to handle it. She laid herself bare to try and make me feel less uneasy. She is already putting me before herself. I don’t think she realizes she does it and that’s what makes her so much more attractive. The sweetness and pure-heartedness of her actions. It’s rare for someone to give of themselves without expecting something in return. Although she’s caring and compassionate, she makes sure to say what she’s thinking. Even I don’t have the balls to come right out and say some things. She obviously does. Once she knows what she wants she goes for it and I respect the hell out of that. It makes me feel more settled about us. Hope blooms in my chest thinking about us being an actual couple. My future feels brighter knowing that she’ll be a part of it.
“Sit down, Maisie.” I want to call her beautiful girl but I stop myself. She’s heard those words so many times from strangers that they are meaningless to her. I’m not going to say them. I’m going to show her how breathtaking she is by worshiping every part of her. “Lie back.” She does as I ask, allowing me to guide us. Her hair spills out onto my bed, making every wet dream I’ve ever had about her come to life. My fingers itch both to touch her and grab my sketch pad at the same time.
Maisie slides up toward the headboard and props herself up on her elbows, putting her gorgeous tits on full display for me. I unbutton my pants and slide them off. Her eyes burn with not only lust but curiosity as they trace my body. I can feel the wetness that slicks my underwear at the way she’s watching me. I reach down to slip my panties down my legs.
“Don’t,” Maisie says before I can pull them off. “I want to be the one that takes those off of you.” Her tongue comes out to lick those luscious lips of hers. Images of her licking my pussy have me on edge. I want to taste her as badly as I want her to taste me.
I kneel on the bed and climb toward her. I linger over her for a second, taking her in. How many times have I thought about having Maisie in my bed under me? Every day since the first day I saw her on campus. She'd been walking across campus playing on her phone. She was oblivious to the world around her, even walking straight through a small football game that was happening. She had no idea everyone paused to look at her as she almost tripped over her own feet not paying attention. It was adorably sexy. I’ve been gone for her since then. I’ve only been lying to myself that I’m not hung up on her. That the reason I don’t care for her friend Dally is because I want to be close to her. Even if it is only as her friend like Dally is.
She grabs my hair and pulls me toward her mouth. “Kiss me,” she whispers against my lips as she tightens her grasp on my hair. I do as I’m told as I own her mouth. I pour everything I have into our kiss. I can’t get enough of how close and hard she holds me. Her little sounds of pleasure are driving me insane. I break apart from her and trail kisses down her neck until I reach her breasts.
“You’re perfect. I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll never want to leave my bed,” I say against her nipple before I take it into my mouth. Her back arches off the bed, pushing her more into my mouth as her fingers dig into my hair.
“Star.” She moans out my name and I wonder if I could make her come with only my mouth on her pert tits. I bet I could. She’s wiggling below me, trying to get friction to her clit. I’m too greedy to find out if I could get her off like this. I want to taste her orgasm on my lips.
I release her nipple. She lets out a whimper of need. “I’ve got you,” I reassure her as I slide down her body. My fingers pull her shorts off with her panties and I toss them away. I’ve waited long enough for my taste of Maisie. I am done denying myself. She is giving herself to me and I am going to take her. Every last lick of her.
Chapter 9
Maisie
I’m a mess. A shivering, out-of-control, lost my mind mess. I’ve thought about sex before—not exactly the act of it like penetration or being dicked down like Dally talks about. But I’ve imagined my pussy being licked. I’ve imagined my tits being sucked. I’ve given myself orgasms. But none of my fevered dreams came close to reality. None of it prepared me for how my body would react with a girl’s soft lips between my legs, how I’d lose my mind when her tongue delved inside of me, how my orgasm would be so long and hard I’d lose feeling in my legs.
“Star...I...please,” I croak as she slides a finger inside of me. My walls clench hard around the digit.
“I know. It’s too good, isn’t it?” she croons.
Before I had Star’s head between my legs, I’d have said that too good is a dumb statement because how can anything good be too much? Now I know the truth. It is too good. She’s too good. My body’s too sensitive. My heart’s too full.
“Yes. Soo good. I love—it.”
Her lips curve against me in a smile. I bite my tongue to keep my imprudent confessions of love to myself. Just because she’s willing to have sex with me doesn’t mean she wants to hear me shout out that I love her.
“You’re going to love this even more. Spread those legs for me, babe. Don’t be shy.”
I do as she tells me. I don’t have to be shy with Star. Her body parts are the same as mine. There isn’t anything down there that she hasn’t seen before or touched before on her own body. There’s something immensely freeing about that.
She slides in another finger, making my tight virgin channel clench with excitement. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Told you that you would.”
She sounds smug as fuck. Her confidence turns me on too. That she can take the wheel for me. I often need that.
“One of these days we’re going to use some toys. See how much you can handle.” She strokes me slow and sure.
“Toys?” I’m intrigued. “One of these days?” I prop my torso up on my elbows and peer down at her. I itch to reach down and touch her violet hair. To touch her.
She gazes at me through a curtain of sweat-soaked bangs. “Yeah. I can tell that you haven’t used any before because you’re tight as fuck, but you’ll like them.”
A dark thought crosses my mind. “Have you used them before?”
I hadn’t thought of her being with another girl or even another guy, but Star’s gorgeous. Who wouldn’t want to be with her? She’s probably had—
Her finger comes up to press against my lips.
“Shh. I’ve used them on myself,” she says, somehow reading my mind. “I’ve not done this with anyone either.”
My brows crash together. “How can you be so good at it, then?”
She shrugs. “I thought about what I like when I touch myself. I like it slow, with a lot of pressure. But I’m also paying attention. Like when I do this.” She pinches my clit. I yelp and collapse on my back. “Yeah, see, you’re sensitive on your tiny clit. Also here.” She uses the fingers still inside of me and rubs up against a small patch of nerves that has me arching off the mattress. “Very sensitive.” The smug grin is back.
I blow my own bangs out of my eyes. “I’m getting you back for that,” I warn her.
She sparkles with anticipated excitement. “I can’t fucking wait. Until then, it’s time for you to have another orgasm...or five.”
She reapplies herself—tongue and fingers and there’s nothing I can do but close my eyes, dig my hands into her hair and give myself over to her ministrations, letting her blow my mind again and again.
My pussy quivers and weeps as she finger-fucks me, dragging the tips of her digits along my super sensitized nerves. Every inch of me is alive, full of liquid fire coursing through my veins. She works every spot, giving me the most pleasure a person can receive. I writhe against the sheets, letting myself go in a way I didn’t think was possible, trusting her to catch me. And she does, again and again, until she’s wrung so many orgasms out of me that I’m nothing more than a shell of a being with my spirit hanging out on some astral plane that can only be reached through true Nirvana.
She flops down beside me and I draw her close. Her nose rests against my hot neck. One leg drapes across my thighs. I feel a wetness against my hip as she rocks against me. I reach down for her but she captures my hand, bringing it to my lips.
“Let me do this,” she tells me. She rocks against me, rubbing that sweet snatch against my bone. Her breath grows ragged and her grip fierce. I turn my head to the side and capture her mouth, telling her with my tongue and my lips how much I want her, how sexy she is, how I’ll love her forever.
She comes, shuddering from her spine to her toes. The molten honey of her ecstasy coats my side. She lets me roll her over onto her back and doesn’t stop me as I slide down until I reach the fragrant valley between her thighs. She parts them, the sound of the skin moving against the sheets intensely erotic to my ears.