Page 73 of More Than My Hometown

Gripping the nape of her neck, I yank her into me, kissing her hard. There are so many things I want to tell her. Things that I know words won’t be able to express. So this is going to have to suffice. The unspoken feeling of our lips meeting and our tongues tangling as she straddles me on the couch.

Pushing back, she reaches for the hem of her tank, pulling it over her head. My breath stalls in my chest, my eyes feasting on the vision before me. Maisey doesn’t give me long, though, before climbing out of my lap and pushing my legs farther apart, then turning her focus to the waistband of my pants.

“Now, from my understanding, you’ve experienced this treatment before,” she starts, teasing the elastics of my briefs. “And I’m a little inexperienced, but I’m hoping to rank better than the miscellaneous category.”

Oh, fuck me…

I should have known those words would come back to haunt me. I had been trying not to be a jackass in mentioning that I’d been a complete jerk—more than once—drunkenly letting someone go down on me without reciprocation. Turns out, there isn’t a way not to be a jackass about it.

“Maisey…”

“Shhhh.” She presses a finger against my lips, her blue eyes so dark they look like the ocean at night. “Sit back, relax, and let me take care of you.”

She has my pants off me in a flash, careful not to rough up my injured foot. Sinking down between my legs, Maisey licks her lips, sending a torch through me. My skin feels like it’s on fire, the anticipation of this moment making time stop. She’s so fucking beautiful—half naked, wanton, and all mine—there’s a part of me that thinks I could come just looking at her like this.

Until she takes me in her mouth.

“Fuck!”

Hot, wet heat surrounds me fully, engulfing me in the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. I bolt upright, almost losing my balance. If I thought she was hypnotic before, looking at her between my legs with my cock in her mouth might just be the end of me. Because this is too much. Too overpowering. To the point where nothing else exists.

Just her and me. Us. Our connection.

How much I fucking love her.

Maisey continues, and I fight the urge to let go. It doesn’t matter that it feels like she’s sucking my soul out straight from my dick. My girl wanted something from me.

So I’m going to fucking give it to her.

“Fuck, baby…you are so good at that. Such a good cocksucker…”

Maisey moans, sending vibrations straight up my shaft that almost make me lose it. She is absolutely going to be my undoing.

“Maisey, you keep that up, and you’re going to make me come. Is that what you want?” I ask, reaching down and weaving my hands into her hair.

Maisey moans again, and I can’t tell if she’s trying to speak or just getting off on my words, but either way, I know it’s a yes. But there’s still an unanswered question.

Gripping her hair, I pull her off my cock, hating the feel of her mouth leaving me, but loving the little bit of spit that forms in the corner of her mouth. Oh, fuck, that’s hot…

“I need to know, Maisey, where do you want me to come? In your mouth or on your tits?”

Flames dance in her irises, and she reaches for my cock again, stroking it as she answers. “Mouth. I want to try swallowing.” Sticking out her tongue, she licks me from base to tip, like I’m an ice cream cone, sending a zing down my spine. “If that’s okay…”

“I told you, whatever you want.”

Taking me back in her mouth, she starts up again, working a black magic I didn’t know existed. Between her moans, swirls of her tongue, and her hand on my balls, my orgasm starts to build in no time. Starting at the base of my spine, it grows hot and fast, and I know that there’s no stopping it.

“Maisey, I’m gonna…”

I roar, gripping her head and exploding into her mouth as a freight train of pleasure slams into me. Maisey doesn’t stop though, keeping up her efforts, her fingers digging into my thighs as she holds on. The world goes black for a moment, a faint buzzing noise in the background all I can hear, the aftershocks still zapping me as Maisey pulls back.

“C’mere…” I growl, reaching for her.

Everything is still fuzzy, but my desire to hold her, to feel her against me, is stronger than anything else. Nothing will ever compare to this woman, and being the man who gets to hold her in his arms is the ultimate privilege.

“Was that okay?” she asks meekly, as if she’s worried it won’t measure up.

“I don’t want you to ever ask that question again. Do you understand me?” I tell her, one hand weaving into her hair, pulling her in to kiss me, the other sliding into her shorts. Her lips are swollen and her kiss is slightly salty, the remnants of me still lingering there. More importantly, she’s wet. So fucking wet. “Because that was way more than okay. Turns out, you are impressively slutty.”