Keith rocks his hips into me, not really sliding in and out, but just gently grinding, allowing me to acclimate to his size. To the feel of him inside me. And when he hits my clit with each forward motion, pleasure takes over.
“So tight,” he moans. “Fucking hell you feel so amazing.”
“Holy wow. Keith. It’s intense as shit. Jesus,” I hiss.
“Mmmm,” he hums into me. “Yes. That’s it. Feel how good this can be. The way your tight pussy stretches around my cock. Pretty soon I’ll have you begging me for it. Waking me up at three am because you just have to have it right. That. Second.” He punctuates each word with a deep, grinding thrust.
A tremor rolls through me, like thunder right before the lightning strike. Electricity is building inside me. Keith picks up his pace, sliding nearly all the way out before pushing back in. With each pull away, I feel empty. With every thrust in, full.
It’s everything and yet, I need so much more.
He starts to fuck me like he’s possessed. His hips piston faster and faster.
“God, yes,” I moan, my head falling back as I arch up into him, wanting to feel his chest against mine as he takes me. Both my legs are around his waist now, my bad hand above my head, my other clutching his shoulder blade as I hold on, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He glances down, watching where our bodies are meeting and then back up at me. “Good?” he grinds out, sweat coating his brow.
“Yes. So good.”
“Can you take it harder? I want to give it to you harder.”
Jesus. “Harder,” is all I can manage as the rising swell of an impending orgasm begins to steal my breath. My eyes close as he adjusts me again, lifting one of my legs until my knee is on his shoulder and he bends forward until my thigh is against my chest. “Holy shit,” I cry out as he fucks me hard at this new angle, so much deeper than before. His cock hits something inside of me and I can’t hold it off any longer.
My orgasm rips through me with a scream. Endorphins slam into me making my head spin and my thoughts scatter. Keith groans, his hips changing speed and momentum as he too follows me over the edge.
He stills in me, keeping his weight up until I drag him down on top of me and then he rolls us so my head is on his chest, right over his pounding heart. Adjusting my hips carefully, he slides me off, holding onto the condom as he does. “Be right back,” he whispers into my hair before planting a kiss there. A few seconds later, he returns with a warm wet cloth. “Spread your legs for me.”
“Didn’t I already do that?” I quip, so tired I do it anyway because I really don’t have much left in me.
“You did.” He kisses my forehead as he places the cloth between my legs, wiping a few times before holding it against my tender flesh. It feels so good I groan, my eyes closing, heavy and sated. “Being with you was heaven, Maia. It was everything.”
“Yeah?” I ask, suddenly feeling a smattering of girlish self-consciousness for the first time.
He smiles down at me with glittering eyes that speak to emotions I can’t even think about dreaming up in this moment. But I can’t help but smile in return all the same, matching that emotion, no doubt.
“I don’t have words for how incredible you are. For how much that meant to me. How much you mean to me.”
I think him not having words speaks more than if he did.
“You make me feel very special,” I murmur, my eyes closing and staying that way.
“You are special, Maia. Don’t ever forget it. Sleep, my sweet darlin’. Sleep.”
He kisses my forehead and I feel him move me, tucking me under the covers and crawling in behind me. He wraps me up in his arms and I settle in, hoping, praying, he won’t turn into yet another heartache I have to survive.
22
Maia
* * *
“You know I grew up in a trailer, right? And not even a doublewide. Like a bargain basement, legit, trailer.”
Keith glances over at me as I gnaw on my lip while staring at the large, sleek, private plane we’re about to board. I knew we were traveling this way, but I just didn’t think… I don’t know. It just all seems so surreal.
This last month has been surreal.
I can’t even think of another word for it.
It’s like Cinderella-type shit, right?
I mean, I get it, I’m just the worker bee, and Keith doesn’t actually own this plane himself, his band does, but come the fuck on.
“Viola did too, you know. She grew up in a trailer. Jasper and Gus grew up in a small one-story house. My house was four bedrooms, but it was handed down to my parents by my grandparents and there were eight of us living in it. Henry’s story is a bit different, but not money wise. So yeah, I get it. I really do.”
I shift my gaze over to him. “Does everyone know? About us, I mean.”
“We don’t keep secrets from each other. After everything that went down with Gus, Jasper, and Viola, there are no secrets. So if they don’t know yet, they will in about two minutes when we board the plane. But all of them already know how I feel about you.”
“Oh,” is all I can say because he pretty much just admitted he has feelings for me. I mean beyond sex. I’m seriously hoping I didn’t misread that because my feelings for him I’m positive go way deeper than his for me and it would really suck if this was just sex to him. “And this won’t impact our work?”
He shakes his head, squeezing my hand. “Not even a little.”
“Okay. I’m ready. Let’s do this.”
I shift to get out of the car but before I can go anywhere, Keith grabs my jaw and kisses me. Hard. His tongue tangles with mine until I’m a breathless, flushed mess. “Now you’re ready.” He winks at me, opening the car door and helping me out.
Damn him. Just damn him.
Keith helps me up the steps into the plane and then takes my hand, intertwining our fingers. I suck in a rush of air, blushing like a fifteen-year-old girl bringing a boy home for the first time. But since I never did that, this clearly my moment.
“You’re so pretty when you blush.”
“And you’re a jerk,” I grumble.
He laughs, dragging me onto the plane. All heads come up at once—since we’re the last to arrive—and then one by one, they all focus on our joined hands. I might as well be wearing a T-shirt that says I’m with this guy and an arrow pointing in his direction.
Then the moment is over, and they move on.
Like it’s no big deal.
Which it isn’t, right? They don’t care that I’m dating Keith. If that’s even what we’re doing because it’s not like we actually go out on dates. I sigh.
I’m really overthinking something I shouldn’t.
“Relax,” he whispers to me as if he just overheard my inner turmoil, and I can only pray I didn’t say any of that aloud. “Just go with the flow.”
I’m not a go-with-the-flow girl, Keith! “I’m fine.”
He throws me a sly smirk, leans in and kisses the corner of my mouth. “You sure as hell are.”
He starts to drag me back toward where Henry is sitting when Marco practically launches himself at us. “No,” he determinedly barks. I jolt back a step, my eyes wide. “You are not sitting with him during takeoff. He’s going to want to play Madden or Fortnite against Henry, and that means I won’t hear any of the juicy details until I can corner you later. Sorry, but that’s just too far away for me to handle without stroking out at thirty-thousand feet.”