Page 82 of Strike & Score
“More? Tell me what you need.”
Her nails dig into my pecs. “More.”
I scoot myself back on the bed, wrap an arm around her as I sit up so we’re face to face. Then I do exactly what I wanted to, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and yanking her head back. At the same time I wrap my lips around one of her nipples and suck hard. She squeals at the simultaneous pressures. I thrust up into her and she cries out.
“This what you need?” I move to her other nipple, sinking my teeth into her flesh hard enough to have her yelping.
When I pull back from her chest, I bring her face to mine. “Come for me. Show me how tight you squeeze my cock with this perfect little cunt.”
She screams with her release, tightening around me hardenough I groan, thrusting up into her, chasing my own release that’s impossible to hold back any longer.
I pull Mayson’s mouth onto mine as my orgasm takes over, we aren’t even kissing, just breathing each other’s air as pleasure takes over. I bury myself deep inside her as I come for what feels like forever.
I seal my mouth over hers, kissing her like she’s everything because she is. She’s everything to me.
And I tell her exactly that.
“You’re everything, Mace.”
She huffs out a small laugh, pulling back to look at me with a smirk. “That’s it?”
I let out a loud laugh at her using the same two words I said when I first saw her. I end up rolling her onto her back as she starts laughing. “Sounds like you need more,” I tell her, already hard for her again, and make sure to thrust roughly.
This is exactly how I plan to spend the next several days. No interruptions, just us.
Of course that would be ruined not long after we both find releases for the second time. A door shuts downstairs, and we look at each other because we’re usually really good at locking the door, and the only other person that has a key…
“Colin. Mayson. Get down here,” my dad calls out. Mayson looks at me wide eyed, but I just shake my head.
“I’ll handle it. You can stay here.”
Quickly, I pull on some shorts, but don’t bother with a shirt as I race downstairs and see my dad and Juliette standing in the living room. The place is still a mess from the party last night, and I can see Juliette’s reaction is obvious by the disgusted look on her face. My dad is just glaring at me.
“Where’s Mayson?” he snaps.
“Upstairs, I told her I’d handle you.”
“I’m sure she’d like to see her mother.” My dad gesturestoward his wife who is still looking around with her lip curled in disgust.
“I don’t think so. You won’t be staying long anyway,” I state, folding my arms across my chest. “Especially because we both know you have nothing to say. Unless you want me to share what I know.”
“That won’t be necessary.” He glares at me. “We’re here because we wanted to tell youbothsomething.”
I clench my jaw. “Fine. I’ll get her.”
Without giving him a chance to say anything else I go upstairs, and see Mayson laying in my bed, scrolling on her phone. “They want to talk to both of us.”
She groans, “So much for you handling it.”
“I do have it handled,” I grumble as she pulls on one of my T-shirts and pair of boxers.
“Sure seems like it,” she comments sarcastically, walking past me out the door.
I roll my eyes and follow her downstairs, hoping that whatever is waiting for us isn’t going to ruin the peace we’ve found ourselves in this morning.
Chapter 42
Mayson
