5. Maggie

CHAPTER 5

MAGGIE

JT’s lips meet mine, and even though I should be thinking rationally or taking it slowly or telling him that my only plans for tonight include curling up on Viv’s couch with a container of dark chocolate peanut butter cups while I scroll mindlessly on my phone until I fall asleep, I kiss him back.

There’s nothing tentative or delicate about the way he consumes me. It’s purposeful and powerful. I open for him and let his tongue tangle with mine as his hands glide up my body.

I lean into our embrace and surrender when he lifts me carefully and sets me on the edge of the vanity.

“This okay?” he asks, and I know he’s not only referring to my leg but also to what’s happening between us.

Because that wasn’t just a kiss.

I felt it in my toes. In the tips of my fingers.

Down deep in my belly. Between my legs.

“Definitely okay,” I answer, eager for more of his touch. Alarm bells are going off in some distant corner of my head. The rational side of me is screaming from somewhere in the depths of my mind, but she’s not in charge right now .

JT is.

The command he has over my body after touching me for mere minutes is probably a red flag of some kind, but I haven’t felt this treasured in far too long, so my body is giving his the green light.

My ass is precariously balanced on the thin lip of the vanity. JT’s hands bracket my waist as he stands in the vee between my thighs.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”

I answer his question with another kiss. He’s hungry for me and I can’t help but return his intensity. This heat between us has been simmering since we locked eyes a few hours ago, and I have to chase it.

The hard bulge between his legs presses against my core, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. He swallows it as he draws me closer. I’m not the only one who’s powerless to resist the pull between us.

His teeth nip at my lips as he backs away just long enough to tug at the straps of my borrowed dress. I want to shimmy and let them fall to my sides, but they’re not budging.

His fingers slide under the thin fabric as I shake my head. “Don’t pull on them. They’ll snap in half, and then I’ll be stuck walking out of here in my bra.”

JT’s wicked smile tells me my words are doing nothing to deter him. “And I’ll incur the wrath of my best friend for tearing her dress. She’s tiny but mighty. Trust me.”

He says nothing, just glides his hands down to cup my breasts. They feel full and heavy in his hands, and as his thumbs skim over my nipples, I gasp.

This dress needs to go.

I’m not sure if I say the words out loud or if they’re just running on a loop in my head. Or if JT has said them, and my mind enthusiastically agrees. What I do know is that my hands cover his and guide them down the curves of my body before letting them linger at the hem of the little black dress.

Anchoring my grip on his shoulders, I lift myself slightly. “Take it off,” I command.

There’s no hesitation. No pause. Just action. Viv’s dress hits the floor, or maybe it lands in the sink. I don’t have a clue. All I can think about is the fire in JT’s eyes as they roam over my body.

It doesn’t matter that my bra is black and my thong is pink with blue lace. I can’t muster up the energy to care that I haven’t shaved my legs in a week. I’m not sucking anything in or turning my body so that he sees me from the best angle.

JT clearly doesn’t care about any of that. He grips my waist with his right hand and adjusts his dick with his left.

“Every inch of you is perfect, Maggie,” he tells me softly as he leans in and starts a trail of kisses from my jaw, down my neck, across my collarbone, until he reaches my breast. He’s kissing me there with the same intensity—the same promise—as he kissed my lips. There’s no rush, no hurry. JT is perfectly content to kiss me through the lace, and I have to admit the friction is working for me. “Every fucking inch,” he repeats, giving each breast a squeeze.

JT may want to take his sweet time adoring every part of my body, and while I’m not complaining, I’m not nearly as patient as he is. Bracing my arms behind me, I lean back to give him more room to play.

“Is that a hint?” he asks, his lips quirking up slightly.

“It’s more of a request,” I answer.

He breaks out into a grin. “You’re not shy about what you want, Maggie. I like that about you. I like it so much that I think you deserve a reward. ”

My cheeks bloom as I think about all the possible rewards JT could dole out.

“Is it a gold star?” I ask. “Maybe a sticker?”

“Nah,” he says, still smiling. “But I promise you’ll like it.”

I can’t help but agree when he drops to his knees.

His breath is hot on my thighs, his touch soft but sure as he pulls my thong down.

“You good?” He asks, his eyes meeting mine.

“So good,” I reply.

His body commands mine and I’m all too happy to obey as he pushes my legs apart and settles in. I feel him everywhere and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

He doesn’t keep me waiting too long, thank god. A few hours ago, I didn’t know he existed, but right now, I think I’ll burst into flames if he doesn’t kiss me— right there . Right fucking there . His lips do the most delicious things to my pussy. It’s like he’s got a goddamn map or something. He’s hitting every nerve, every zone, every— ungh .

As if that wasn’t enough to scramble my brain, his fingers join the party and I damn near lose my mind. He’s stroking and licking and I’m getting lost in the sensation of his mouth on my center.

“Don’t stop,” I pant, lifting my hips because I can’t resist.

Just then, he pulls back. I’d be mad—I am mad. But all is forgiven when he offers half a smile, his lips and chin covered in my desire.

“No plans to stop, Maggie,” he tells me, thrusting two fingers inside and curling them just so to hit the right spot. “Not until I feel you come on my lips, my tongue. Not until I taste you. That okay?”

“So very okay,” I answer, lying back and not caring that the faucet is digging into my back or that an earth-shattering orgasm could have me slamming my head into the mirror above me. My only thoughts are of JT and for JT.

Luckily, I’m not the only one with a one-track mind. He devours me, pulling me close and kissing my folds while fucking me with his fingers. It’s what I need, and I let it consume me.

My thighs tremble against his cheeks, but true to his word, he doesn’t stop. I’m out of words and out of breath. All I can do is moan and gasp as my pleasure builds.

He flicks his tongue across my clit two, three, four times as his fingers push inside me again and again. It’s all so good, so overwhelming. I could lie here for hours, but when his stubble brushes against my soft inner folds, I lose all control. The orgasm hits me with force, and I shatter against his face, crying out incoherent words and trying to stay in the moment as every nerve in my body jolts with electricity.

It takes me a moment to come back down to Earth, and when I do, JT is cupping my face and kissing me softly.

It’s messy, and it shouldn’t turn me on, but it does.

“That was so damn hot,” he says against my lips.

“I’d agree, but words might be failing me right now. If I’m not making any sense, it’s your fault.”

“I’ll wear that blame with pride.” His kisses are softer and lazier now, but no less potent. I get the feeling he’d be content to hold me like this all night, but I don’t have his patience. I prove that point by leaning forward and reaching for the waistband of his shorts. No shame in going after what you want, right?

I find him hard and ready for me, and there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m not leaving this bathroom until I’ve been well and truly fucked by Gym Shorts Hottie. Logical Me starts ranting and raving, but she’s been banished to the basement of my brain.

He looks up and scans the room, likely coming to the same conclusion I just have.

This is happening.

Only tonight. Only once.

But it’s happening .

JT takes a step back as he pulls me to a sitting position, steadying my hands on the ledge of the sink.

A second later, he drops his shorts, and I’m certain my jaw drops to the floor.

Damn. The boy is blessed. And if he’s half as good with his monster dick as he is with his lips and fingers, my night’s about to get even better.

His lips are curved in a half-smile and I have the feeling he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

He takes me by the hand and pulls me into his embrace. His kiss is sweet and almost reverent, even though that’s not what this is.

We’re fucking in a frat house bathroom. There’s no romance here.

And if I want romance, well, that’s my secret.

“I want you naked, Maggie. I need to see all of you.”

Before the words are finished, I reach around, unhook my bra, and let it fall to the floor.

“Fucking perfect.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say, watching him pull the strip of sanitary tape off the bathtub. “Are we…”

“I want you, Maggie. And this is the cleanest, flattest surface in a two-mile radius.”

JT’s in the tub and though it’s a decent size, it’s no match for his muscular body. Is he a weightlifter? An underwear model? I don’t know, and I don’t feel like engaging in Career Day chitchat right now.

His head leans against the tile on one end while his feet are braced on the opposite end. His knees are bent, and his dick is hard.

That’s all the invitation I need.

It should be awkward and clumsy. There’s nothing sexy about a bathtub, but the cool porcelain doesn’t even register on my skin. I’m locked in on JT. All my focus is on getting his body close to mine again .

We kiss and touch and I reach between us to feel his hard length. His dick is long and slick with precum. I want it in my mouth, in between my legs, in the valley of my breasts.

“Fuck. I need to be inside you.”

Leaning over the edge of the tub, I reach for the first aid kit and grab a condom. He tears the wrapper and sheaths himself in about two seconds. I study him, eager to crawl on top of his body and sink down on his thick cock. But my legs are pretty banged up, and?—

Before my brain can verbalize my thoughts, JT sits up and reaches for me, putting his hands on my waist and lifting me with ease.

“Feet up by shoulders,” he instructs. “How’s your ankle?” he asks, running his fingers up the back of my calf.

“I have ankles?” I tease, looking down to where my naked body straddles his. JT’s cock is positioned directly in front of me, cradled right at the juncture of my thighs. But that’s not where I want it.

“You do,” he answers, still dragging his fingers lazily up and down my legs like we have all the time—and privacy—in the world. “They’re pretty, too. Never noticed anyone’s ankles before, but yours are…delicate. Yeah, that’s the perfect word for them.”

“Compliments are nice,” I tell him. “But you know what’s even better?”

His gaze still lingers on my battered, swollen leg. “Another bag of ice?”

“Nope.”

“Some good painkillers?”

“No.”

His eyes catch mine as his thumb traces my lower lip. “Another distraction?” His voice is low and seductive.

“You’re getting warmer,” I coax. “And that’s good, because you only get one more guess.”

“Damn. Better make it count, huh? ”

I nod, unable to stop myself from grinding on him. The friction is good, but it’s not enough.

“Give me a second to think, okay?” he asks, swiping his thumb against his tongue before teasing each of my nipples with it. “If it’s not ice and it’s not medicine, I’m guessing it’s probably not a heating pad, either…hmmm…”

“Is that your guess?”

He shakes his head. “Nope,” he answers, mimicking me.

“Time’s almost up,” I say, glancing at my watch but paying no attention to the numbers on it.

“You want my cock, Maggie? You want me to fill you up? You gonna take me deep into this sweet pussy?” His words are incendiary, and his tone is just as erotic. There’s something about his rumbly, raspy voice, his full lips, and his lust-filled eyes that has my body primed.

“Is that it?” he asks. “Did I get it right?” His hands are back on my waist, holding me tightly.

“You know you did,” I answer.

He nods, lifting me up. “You made a fucking mess on me, beautiful girl. Think you can do it again?”

I’m so wet for him, it should be embarrassing. But this guy is pressing every button I have, and we haven’t actually had sex yet. “Yes,” I answer, practically panting.

As soon as the word passes my lips, JT lowers me onto his cock. I should probably take a minute to appreciate his core strength or his god-given coordination, but all I can do is gasp as the thick tip of his dick breeches my entrance. Slowly, I take him in, inch by inch, and let myself surrender to the feeling of being consumed.

God, it’s so good. He’s pumping into me, watching my breasts as they bounce with each movement. He’s mesmerized, and that turns me on. Leaning down, I deepen our connection with a kiss.

I feel each thrust, each pulse of his dick as my pleasure builds again .

“Jesus Fuck, you’re choking my dick, and I love it.” He mumbles the words, and a jolt of lust zips through me as grabs my ass and grinds against me. The friction is exactly what I need, so I give it right back, sure we are about to give each other mutual mind-blowing orgasms.

Until I hear the jiggle of a handle and the pop of a lock.