“Don’t worry, I’ll stop before you come,” she said in a sexy whisper, as if she’d read his mind.
A second later, her mouth clamped down on his neck. She sucked on his skin, the pressure of her lips causing a shiver to sizzle down his spine and grab hold of his balls. Closing his eyes, he lost himself to sensation, to the feel of Maggie’s lips trailing wet kisses along his skin. Her mouth traveled down to his chest, where she nibbled on one flat nipple, then down to his stomach, where she licked the line of hair leading down to his crotch. When she finally reached his cock, he was harder than ever and so close to exploding he could barely move.
One lick, one soft kiss to his pre-come-soaked tip, was all he was willing to allow. Any more and he’d be shooting his load in her mouth, when all he wanted to do was bury his cock inside her wet heat.
Laughing quietly, she put him out of his misery and climbed back up, straddling him with her long legs. “You’re close, aren’t you, Ben?” She leaned toward the nightstand and reached for one of the condoms in the box she’d placed there.
“What the hell do you think?” he growled. His cock twitched as she covered it with a condom.
Her laugh deepened, a melodic sound that made his erection harden even more, if that was humanly possible. “I expect my boy toys to possess stamina,” she said with mock disapproval.
Before he could respond with a comeback, she sucked the breath right out of his lungs by impaling herself onto his dick. White-hot pleasure sliced into him like a knife.
“Still close?” she teased.
He managed a nod, and then lifted his head in an attempt to kiss her.
Like the teasing vixen she was, she shifted her head so his lips connected with her cheek, and then made a tsking sound with her tongue. “None of that,” she said. “I’m still having my way with you.”
She dipped her head and pressed her mouth to his jaw, planting light, barely-there kisses along his skin. Nibbling on his earlobe, she ground her lower body against his but didn’t ride him the way he wanted her to, just rotated her hips slightly. When he made another attempt to kiss her, she allowed it, but this time her tongue was in charge, exploring his mouth with precision.
He groaned, the guttural sound filling the bedroom, and Maggie broke the kiss with a faint grin. “You know,” she mused, “I recall you telling me I wouldn’t be so smug once you had your way with me…and yet I’m still feeling pretty damn smug.”
“Yeah, what about now?”
Without giving her time to react, he dug his fingers into her hips and thrust upwards, driving his cock deeper inside her.
She gasped, her eyes wide with pleasure and surprise. “Now…I’m feeling less smug,” she admitted, then cried out when he gave another hard thrust.
“And now?”
“Now…I’m…oh God…” Her eyes had glazed over and she looked like she was struggling to speak.
He lifted his hips off the bed again.
“And now?”
She gave a breathy moan. “Now I just want to fuck you.”
And she did. She rode him so hard he could barely see straight, her pussy clamped so tightly over his dick he was almost in pain from the pleasure swirling inside him.
He locked her gaze with his and watched as her expression changed from aroused to blissful, and then she was coming again, her inner muscles squeezing his cock and triggering a climax so intense his vision became hazy.
With one last shudder, the wave crashed and subsided, leaving them limp. Maggie collapsed on top of him, her breasts crushed against his damp chest, her breathing ragged.
After a moment she moved off him and lay flat on her back, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling with each breath. He stayed quiet, trying to control his own breathing, trying to recover from the body-numbing orgasm that had just crashed into him like a hurricane.
“So anytime I want it?” she finally murmured.
He found himself laughing again. “That’s what I promised, didn’t I?”
“Good.” She rolled over, pressed her face against his chest and promptly fell asleep in his arms.
Chapter Seven
“You look strange,” Trisha said matter-of-factly when Maggie walked into the Olive the next evening.
Feeling her cheeks grow warm, Maggie met her friend’s curious gaze. “Strange?”
“Yeah. Are you sick? You’re kinda flushed.”
It didn’t surprise her that she looked flushed. She felt flushed. Before she’d left the apartment to come to work, Ben had worked his magic on her again, once with that wicked tongue of his, the second time with that thick cock she couldn’t seem to get enough of. For a moment she was tempted to tell Trisha all about it, but quickly quelled that urge. If Trisha found out she was currently shacked up with a movie star, the entire world would know about it in a matter of minutes.
So all she said was, “Maybe I’m getting sick.”
Her co-worker looked her up and down, those eerily-perceptive brown eyes piercing into her. Finally, Trisha gave a brisk nod. “You had sex.”