Page 76 of Take Her On

“Good.”

Maya let go of her and started moving her body to the beat. Under the muted light, she was as elegant as she was sexy. Jamie couldn’t pick her jaw up off the floor or tear her eyes from her waist. Where was this coming from?

Maya pressed herself against a wooden bedpost and let her fingers run over her body. “Do you think you can handle it?” she asked.

Jamie nodded again. Her eyes were stuck to Maya like glue, transfixed, as her hands caressed herself. Their gazes met, and Jamie’s breath stuck in her throat.

Jesus.

Maya grasped her zipper, edging it down slowly, letting her eye contact do all the work. If someone had asked Jamie before, she’d have said stripping out of a football tracksuit was a terrible idea. But it was more than working. It was absolutely fucking fantastic.

Maya removed her T-shirt and trousers, timing it perfectly with the increased tempo of the song, and discarded the clothes onto Jamie. Her scent filled Jamie’s nostrils, and a new wave of arousal coated her head-to-toe.

Maya became one with the music, her movements purposeful and slow, hands drifting over her breasts and hardening her nipples. Jamie so badly wanted to touch her; she could feel herself pulsing just watching her touch herself. The look in Maya’s eyes told her she already knew the effect she was causing. She’d never seen her so at ease before, except on the football pitch. She wasn’t sure what had brought this on—but her aching clit told her this was more than just a wet dream.

Maya dropped down low with the beat, letting her bum rise slowly. Jamie’s eyes followed the curve of her arse, the toned muscles of her thighs, the thin strip of black underwear between her legs. She wanted to know how wet she was. Then she caught Maya’s eye again. The corners of her mouth were curling.

Maya was enjoying herself far too much.

But Jamie wasn’t going to complain.

Maya moved towards her, wearing only her underwear and tight sports bra. She ran a finger across Jamie’s chest, bending down to whisper in her ear. “No touching unless I say so.”

Jamie flicked her gaze up from Maya’s cleavage to nod.

Maya dragged her fingers along Jamie’s chest again—digging her nails in this time—as she walked around the back of the chair. “Good,” she said. She dipped to suck behind Jamie’s earlobe for just a second, letting her hands run smoothly over Jamie’s breasts.

“Jesus, fu—” Jamie bit back the rest of her words with a groan, and the sound seemed to fuel Maya even more. She slipped between her legs, careful with her ankle, and pushed her thighs apart. Jamie could feel how wet she was. Maya swayed her hips to the beat, gripping her so she could roll up her body and press her nipples against her.

Jamie gritted her teeth, her entire body hot with fire.

Maya spun, backing her arse into Jamie, and took her hand, letting her trace her fingers up Maya’s torso and over her breasts.

“Fucking hell, Maya,” Jamie growled, unable to stop herself.

Maya dropped her hand and climbed onto Jamie’s lap, pushing her head backwards. “What did I say to you about talking?”

Her heart was about to burst out of her chest. Unable to speak, even if she had been able to with Maya sitting on her lap, she mimed zipping her mouth closed.

A wicked smirk took over Maya’s face. She straddled Jamie, swirling and grinding her hips over her pelvis. Jamie’s hands reached out instinctively to touch her, then she fisted them at her sides.

“You’re learning,” Maya commented, voice low in her throat. She wound her arms around Jamie’s neck as she ground harder, circling and pressing against her clit, making her whimper.

Fuck, that feels good.

When Maya put some distance between their bodies, Jamie missed the contact immediately. Her fingers itched to reach over and touch herself, but she didn’t want to get in Maya’s bad books.

Even if the thought of that made everything tingle.

The music rolled through Maya’s body, and she let her hands worship every curve, making sure to look Jamie in the eye. Jamie devoured each sway of her hips and dip of her chest. She was hooked. Hopelessly.

All thoughts about her ankle, the possibility of missing the Harriers game, of setting back her own progress, of whether or not the Hornets had injured her on purpose, had vanished. She couldn’t even feel her ankle over the aching in her pelvis. All she could think about was getting Maya’s naked body on hers.

Maya lifted her foot onto the thigh of Jamie’s good leg, tracing her fingers delicately from her shin to the edges of her underwear. Then she twisted around, turning her back to her, and dropped to grind her hips back and forth over Jamie’s lap. Jamie moaned in response, and Maya leaned further back, spurred on by her reaction. She pushed into her, electric jolts firing through Jamie’s core as she rubbed against her clit.

Holy fucking shit.

“Do you want to touch me?” Maya asked, the words seeming to stick in her throat.