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“It’s a sex club, baby,” he murmured. His voice was husky, hungry, and desperate. His voice was exactly how it was when we crossed the line.
I woke up in Zeke’s arms. It was strange. When he held me in his arms I slept all night, something must’ve woken me up. That was when I heard his voice, silent as a breath and desperate as a plea. Only one word…
“Maya.”
I slowly turned in his arms, was surprised when I saw he was still asleep.
“Maya,” he said again. His voice was needy.
I swallowed, trying to decide if I should wake him up or keep listening to understand what he was dreaming about.
“We shouldn’t,” he whispered. His forehead wrinkled with concentration or pain.
“Fuck. I want you,” he groaned. His body tried to move in that sleepy state, impatient to touch. “Maya.” He was almost begging now.
My heart was hammering in my chest. I’d been dying to hear those words from him, and I finally did. Even though he was asleep, I felt like he gave me the best gift.
I moved closer to him. Slowly. Hesitant. Scared. Nervous. Excited.
Lifting my hand, I touched his hair, caressed his cheek. We were close enough to exchange breathe. Just one more inch and we would be kissing. I moved my fingers to his neck. He shivered but didn’t open his eyes. Feeling bold and too needy to stop, I closed the small distance between each other and let my lips touch his. The sigh he let out was like gasoline to the fire inside me.
Pressing my body against his, I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth.
“Maya,” he said, but this time there was a warning in his voice, and I knew he was awake.
When I felt his erection on my thigh, I slowly moved my leg on it. A noise between pleasure and torture escaped from his throat, but he leaned into me instead of pushing me away. His eyes were still closed.
“Kiss me, Zeke,” I whispered.
“Maya, we should stop. Please, stop,” he begged, but his arm circled around my waist to bring me closer.
“Maya, you need to stop, baby. Cause I can’t,” he groaned, kissing me harder.
“Please don’t make me. I want this. I’m almost eighteen, Zeke. I need this,” I sobbed.
His eyes fluttered like he was about to open them, and I placed my hand over his eyes.
“Keep them closed. My eyes are closed too. This is a dream, Zeke. Just a wrong, twisted dream,” I murmured desperately.
As he considered what I said, I pressed my body harder against his.
I held my breath, preparing myself for his rejection when he turned to lie on his back. His strong hold on my thigh surprised me, but I let him move me as he pleased.
I moaned when he pulled me on top of him. His erection was right between my legs, where I throbbed for him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down to him. I balanced myself on my elbows next to his head and blindly kissed him with all the desperate need I felt for him.
I’d been dreaming about this for years, and finally, I had it. This time I didn’t have to be afraid of Zeke stopping me.
I wasn’t playing games when I said it was a dream to Zeke. To me, it was. A dream that came true.
His hands traveled to my sides, grabbing my ass as I hesitantly rock on him. He dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, and I shivered with the pleasure of that sweet pain. Pressing me on him harder, he moved me more confidently on his hardness.
We both groaned loudly with the indescribable pleasure shot through our bodies. Placing my hands on his pecs, I pushed myself up so I could rub myself on him better.
“Fuck. Maya,” he gritted out.
His hands continued their journey on my body until he took my tits in his hands. Craning my neck back, I moved my hips on his cock in a circle and then, back, and forth. A circle, back, and forth…
I slowly moved my hands from his pecs to his abs, until I reached the waistband of his sweatpants.
