Page 65 of Snow, Ice, and Spice
She narrows her gaze at me. “You’re surprisingly laidback about this.”
I tilt my head at her. “Maya, if I’m not mistaken, I just gave you a pretty good orgasm.”
She bites back a smile. “Fucking incredible orgasm. Two actually, if you count the one from earlier.”
“Right. Almost forgot about that,” I say before winking at her. She laughs.
“My ego is riding pretty high right now because of that. Unless you’re about to insult my dick size, you could say anything and I won’t be mad.”
Grinning, she rolls her eyes before zeroing in on the undeniable bulge between my legs. “There’s nothing to criticize when it comes to that.”
I don’t miss the hungry way she looks at me down there. Yup. Ego is perfectly intact.
“I was just surprised that a pro athlete like you would be so good at oral sex.”
“Why?” I let out a chuckle, I’m so confused.
She shrugs. “I guess there’s just an expectation that some pro athletes would be lackluster in bed because they’re full of themselves. And you can be pretty full of yourself sometimes.”
I chuckle.
“But you’re not lackluster. At all,” she says.
What I’m certain is a smug, shit-eating grin pulls at my mouth. I lean down so that I’m hovering over Maya and look her dead in the eye. “Glad I could prove you wrong on the oral sex theory.” I press my lips against hers and lead her in a slow kiss that has both of us breathless by the time we break apart.
I kiss the side of her neck. I slide a hand between her legs and gently circle her clit. I lower my face to her perfect tits and swirl my tongue around her candy-pink nipples.
“Christ, you taste amazing, Maya. Every part of you does.”
She lets out a shuddery breath. And then she glides an arm down the front of my body and grips me through the fabric of these boxers.
I groan against her boobs as she slides her fingers down the waistband and works my shaft up and down her hand.
My dick and balls ache. Fuck, just her hand feels like heaven.
“I need you to fuck me, Theo.”
Maya’s breathy request stops me dead in my tracks. I still. “I, uh, don’t have a condom.”
She smiles. “No problem.”
She rolls over to the nightstand, opens the drawer, and digs through whatever’s in there. When she holds up a foil square, a wide smile on her face, I’m chuckling.
“Party favors from the bachelorette bash,” she says. “Good thing Ingrid thought to buy so many extra—”
I wince and hold up a hand. “I don’t want to hear about my cousin’s condom stash. Let’s just pretend it was magically there.”
Maya laughs. “Fair enough.” She crawls back over, holding the condom between her teeth as she yanks down my boxers. She grabs the condom, but instead of ripping it open, she tosses it to the side and leans her head down.
She licks her lips, flashing a devilish grin at me before lowering her mouth to my cock.
It only takes a single swirl of her tongue over the head of my cock for my knees to buckle. Thank fuck I’m already sitting on the bed. If I were standing, I’d be a puddle on the floor.
That mouth…holy fucking shit, that mouth…
Maya leans back, gently dropping me from her mouth before chucking.
“So you like my mouth then?” she teases.
