Chapter 17

Seventeen

M aple

Hollis slides off the bed, and my riotous pussy wants to scream at him to come back.

He drops his jeans, and I sit cross-legged on the bed, tugging his boxer briefs down. The view of the sexy fuzz on his lower abdomen is just a warm-up to the main event. Slowly moving my hands over his waistband and pushing it down, my eyes take in the vee, the perfectly molded hips, until finally, I can lift out the thick length from his underwear. He lets his undies drop to the floor as I absorb the full view of his cock, long and heavy, jutting out from his body like a red, throbbing limb. It twitches under my gaze. Mine. That’s my dick. All mine.

I take it in my hands, and the warmth of it sends shivers down my spine and heat spreading in my belly.

The shine of precum has me feeling greedy. I lock my gaze onto Hollis’s eyes as I take the tip in my mouth and suck off his essence. I feel so sexy and powerful, noticing his jaw tic as he restrains himself from spilling down my throat.

Honestly, I wouldn’t mind. He’s mine, and I’m his, and we have all the time in the world to play.

My eyes go to something shiny on the night table.

He smiles as he follows my gaze. “She left us some supplies. Want to put it on me?”

I nod, liking the sound of that a lot.

I tear open one foil packet and roll the condom on slowly, feeling my insides groan at how badly I’d love nothing more than to let this man fuck me raw.

Soon.

Hollis towers over me where I sit on the edge of the bed, owning my mouth with a fiery kiss that makes my toes curl. “Let me taste you, Maple.”

I can’t think. I can hardly breathe. I simply nod yes.

His claiming kisses push me backward until I’m flat on the mattress, my legs hanging off the edge. Kneeling in front of me, Hollis spreads me open; I relax my neck and stare at the ceiling in a trance of pleasure. The next thing I feel is a soft, savoring lick between my thighs.

Oh, my god.

He has two hands full of my ass cheeks, squeezing as he licks up my center, from the bottom to my clit. I jerk at the touch of his tongue to that hard bundle of nerves. He pulls away and does it again, flattening his tongue and licking all the way up.

The sensations, the noises his mouth makes — all of it is so intense I claw at the bedsheets.

“My Maple. My Maple sugar.”

Oh fuck. Is he trying to kill me with that tongue, those lips, that breath…

My wet muscles bear down when he sinks his tongue inside my channel, angling this way and that before hitting that deadly spot.

I come up off the bed and scream out my first shuddering orgasm.

“I already know how you like it, my girl.”

Shit. Yeah. Yeah, he absolutely knows.

“More,” I beg, even as my first release still pulses through me.

“You’re fucking naughty, my girl,” he murmurs, right up against my soft, sensitive skin.

The grunts rising from my throat sound so fucking primal, but I don’t care. I let go of the sheets, fist my hands into his floppy, dark hair, and pull him tighter, grinding my pussy against his face.

That laugh. That low, wicked laugh. I love it so much but fuck him.

I grind harder. Hollis groans and sucks my tight clit into his mouth, stroking it with his tongue until I come a second time, shouting his name.

“Hollis! Fucking shit!”

I’m still shuddering and convulsing when I feel him on top of me, covering me in his warmth.

“I’m here. I’m here,” he murmurs, turning me onto my side and hugging me close to his chest.

He’s so good to me, yet that steely length between us is too big to ignore.

I reach down and stroke it, careful not to be too rough.

“Maple. Fuck. I’m gonna explode.”

With a grunt, I pull him on top of me and clench my legs around him. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Hollis sinks his heavy cock inside my sex with one rough thrust. Oh, thank god he didn’t go slow. I’ve wanted him to fill me with that thing since I first saw it.

I grip him hard, daring him to pull out and thrust in again.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight, Maple. Holy shit.”

“I can make it even tighter,” I purr.

And I do just that as he pulls out, his breath catching in his throat. I’ve never experienced sex with a man quite like Hollis. In my mind’s eye, he grasps the edge of a fraying thread that could snap at any moment. I want to tell him to let go, let it out, yet watching the restraint is delicious. This goes on and on until I’m weak, my muscles having memorized his shaft. Hollis thrusts hard, repeatedly, until this bed creaks so loudly I worry it might break.

Finally, he comes with a roar, his muscles bunching under my touch, my nails digging into his back.

I bear down, tightening every muscle with the intent of milking out every drop from him until I can’t give any more.

Spent and breathless, Hollis rolls over and pulls me on top of his chest, not satisfied until my head is tucked under his chin and my thighs rest on either side of his hips, his cock still buried deep. His hands travel the length of my spine, stroking up and down until we’ve caught our breath.

“My Maple sugar,” he murmurs.

“You’re ridiculous,” I tease, gently sucking one of his slightly fuzzy man nipples into my mouth and nipping it with my teeth.

“Ow!”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay; I liked it.”

“And I like you,” I say, kissing the spot where I bit him.

“Good. Because I like you. And I love you, Ms. Maple Morrissey.”

My heart squeezes. I can’t look him in the eye, but I need to say it, so I say it at his chest. “I love you too, Hollis Hard-on.”

Laughing, the man still doesn’t let me get away with shit.

Hollis cups my face and kisses me. “No jokes. I said I love you, sweetheart.”

It’s almost too much, the intensity in those dark eyes flecked with gold. But I say it because this is who I am now. I say what I feel.

“No jokes. I love you too.”

If I’m not mistaken, the house around us settles all at once. Creaking, like joints crackling after a long time sitting in one position. If a building could stretch and sigh, this would be it. The fire in the kitchen roars with life. A kettle that neither of us put on the burner whistles.

Hollis pets my hair. “Love, what the fuck is going on in this town?”

I shrug but look up at him, beaming. “We take Halloween very seriously.”