I’VE BEEN PACING the kitchen like a dog needing to piss. I hate that she’s down there. I hate that’s she sees this shit—let alone does it. Fuck me, I wanted to drag her out like a caveman. But when she said she was falling for me, that was it. I’d have done anything for her. Jared said they needed it to heal and that Devon was better for doing this, but she’s a wolf. Maiya doesn’t have this shit inbuilt like we do. And I fucking worry about her. She doesn’t even get to sleep peacefully. Maybe now she knows they’re all dead, she’ll be able to relax and have a good night’s sleep. Jared’s phone rings.
‘Yeah… ‘bout fucking time. Yeah, see you soon.’ He hangs up, smiling. It was Howard on the phone, and he is bringing Harrison back. He’s been given the all clear, and they are on their way back here.
‘He been cleared to travel too?’ I ask still pacing.
‘I doubt it,’ he says sitting at the table. The door opens, and the girls walk in, and I exhale in relief when Maiya walks straight into my arms. Smiling. Thank fuck for that.
‘You good?’ I ask,
‘Yeah, I’m hungry though.’
‘I think you ought to go and clean up before you touch anything to eat.’ I look at her clothes.
‘I seriously need to go and buy some new clothes,’ Maiya says looking at Devon.
‘Yeah. me too—’
‘You aint doing shit until we get this situation sorted with the American pack,’ Jared says interrupting her.
‘I was just going to say we should go when we get home, jeez,’ Devon answers back.
‘That’s okay, then’ Jared grumbles. I take Maiya’s hand and lead her up the stairs as their bickering continues.
‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ I ask as we round the corner at the top of the stairs.
‘I’m okay, Brad, stop worrying, I’m good.’ With that, she stretches on her tiptoes and kisses my lips. Well… I was worried, now… now I’m horny as fuck, and I don’t care where we are or who sees—her taste on my lips is the only thing on my brain at that moment. I push her up against the wall, hands locked in one of mine above her head. She’s pinned and at my mercy. I devour her mouth, and she is kissing me back with just as much enthusiasm.
Until I get a knee in the nuts. Fuck.
‘What the fuck, Maiya?’ I bend at the waist, not sure if I’m going to vomit as she runs off down the hall. Shit. I take a breath and think about what just happened. I’m such a fucking idiot. Control. That’s key. I walk to the bedroom like fucking John Wayne. As I open the door, she turns, and her eyes are full of tears.
‘Brad, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry,’ she sobs out.
‘Sweetheart, I’m fucking sorry. I wasn’t thinking.’ I could kick myself. ‘It was a dick move. I know you need control, and I took that from you.’ Her eyes close and she swallows hard. I walk towards her, and I want to take her in my arms, but I’m not sure that’s what she needs right now, so I stop short and stand like a stranger would, not knowing what the fuck to do for the best. My stomach is still twisted up, and my balls are in my throat. I need to check on the boys to make sure they are still intact, but I suck it up and wait for a cue from Maiya.
‘I don’t need complete control, Brad, not with you, but I just wasn’t prepared. I don’t know what happened.’
‘I got ahead of myself, that’s what happened.’ I sigh, feels like we came so fucking far and now it’s all gone to shit in one thoughtless fucking moment.
I move to the bathroom, leaving her standing there. I strip and get in the shower, cold water hits me, my balls shrivel up, and the sting is just what I deserve. I’m so fucking annoyed. I stand under it for a minute before I turn on the heat so I can get washed up. I feel the door open and feel her step in behind me. Relief floods me, and I press my forehead to the tiles as her arms come around my waist. I don’t turn though. I wait for her to tell me what she needs.
‘Brad,’ she says all breathy, and my dick goes instantly hard. Motherfucker. ‘Brad, please look at me.’ I twist my neck around, so I don’t have to turn and show my wood. ‘Are you pissed at me?’ she asks.
‘Fuck no. I’m pissed at myself. I pushed you to a bad place, and I never want to do that. Trouble is, I don’t know if I can stop myself. What if it happens again? What if I go too far and you can’t take it?’ At some point, I must have turned because she’s holding my face in her hands, looking me directly in the eyes. My fucking hard on is bobbing against her stomach. Motherfucker.
‘Brad, I got scared, and I reacted instinctively. I don’t ever want to be like that with you. I want us to be able to explore each other in every way—on every level. With no boundaries. But I need time, Brad. I’m obviously not there yet.’
‘Fuck I know that, beautiful.’ I move a little closer. ‘Can I kiss you?’
‘Brad!’ she looks like I just pissed in her breakfast.
‘What?’ I’m confused as fuck.
‘Don’t ask me that—just do it.’
I crash my lips to hers. She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I feel her hands roaming, and she finds my dick. I continue fucking her mouth with my tongue until she pulls away. I open my eyes and see her kneeling in front of me. Fuck.
‘No, it’s okay,’ I tell her because she shouldn’t not yet. Leading me forward by my dick, she pulls me out of the spray of water.
‘I want to, Brad. This is for me.’
Huh, okay, if it’s for her, how can I argue? She laps at the tip and then sucks me into her mouth, releasing me before she even gets me fully inside. Thinking she’s changed her mind, I step back, but she grips my dick like a vice in her hand so I can’t move an inch.
‘What’s up?’ I ask. She looks like she wants to say something but fuck if I know what.
‘I’ve never done this before, apart from… I’ve never wanted to do it, and I want to do it properly.’
My eyes close—the pain I feel at her missing words is unbearable, but she wants this, so I will give it to her. I will relinquish all control. Who the fuck knows, maybe I will learn a thing or two.
‘Okay, sweets, you tell me what you want from me, and it’s yours.’
‘Guide me—tell me what you like? How you want it?’
I swallow. Shit.
‘Okay.’ I don’t really know what the fuck to say. ‘Just do what you feel is right, and I’ll direct you from there, okay?’
Her head bobs in agreeance. I watch as her mouth opens wide, and I slide in. The feel of her tongue swirling around the head of my dick is like none I can describe. Warm and wet and fucking amazing. Maiya is really good at this. No guidance necessary. I hold her head with my hands. Now in any normal situation, I would be fucking her mouth, I would be making her gag and still going. But this is not any normal situation. The power is not mine. It’s all hers. Her head is moving as her mouth takes me in and out making her cheeks hollow, she goes faster and faster. The moans I’m giving her provide the confidence she needs. I keep still, and I almost have a brain aneurysm making my body stay fucking put. But the way she takes me in all the fucking way makes me wonder if she has a gag reflex at all. Jesus. Who knew it could be this fucking amazing. I’m almost ready to blow, and I don’t want to do it in her mouth. She’s not ready for that yet. I pull back, but her greedy mouth follows and before I know it I’m backed up to the wall, water cascading down my body and she goes at it like an Olympian going for gold. I throw my head back and groan as my dick kicks out my orgasm and she swallows it down like a champ. Nothing. And I mean fucking nothing looks hotter than Maiya blinking up at me with my cock in her mouth. Beautiful. When she stands, I can’t speak. She just gave me the best head I’ve ever had, and she has no fucking idea.
‘Was it okay?’
My eyes widen at her question. She really doesn’t have a clue. ‘Fuck me, sweetheart. It was more than okay.’ That gets me a shy smile. Shit, she’s so damn pretty. ‘It was fucking perfect,’ I tell her honestly. She grins a little now before going all coy on me. Turning her back to me she starts washing her hair. I’m still stuck in the same spot like I grew roots. Unable to move. Yes, it was that fucking good. I lift my arms and run them around her waist, pulling her arse back into me. I kiss her neck, nibbling as I go. ‘Tell me if it gets too much,’ I whisper against her ear. I want to worship her body. Every goddamn inch of it. And before I’m done here in the shower I will do just that.
‘Just don’t restrain me,’ she whispers back. I turn us around so that she’s against the wall, and I go to my knees, the water beating down hard on my back. The look of anticipation in her eyes has me all worked up—she knows what’s coming next. I spread her legs wide enough to fit me, and I go to work. Her clit seems to have a direct channel to her mouth because every time I flick my tongue along it, a moan escapes her beautiful lips. With my mouth against her pussy, I look up, and the view is breath taking. Her perfect navel, and above that, her tits, so fucking beautiful and perfect. Her pink nipples are pebbled in arousal. Her neck is stretched as her chin juts out because her head is thrown back as another moan slips from her plump pink lips. I lap at her wetness and slide a finger inside. She groans in appreciation, and I pump that finger in and out while teasing her clit. No sooner have I got a second finger inside, her walls start clamping down around me, squeezing my fingers so tight and spurring me to go faster. I lap at her clit—flattening my tongue as her come slides down my fingers, coating me.
She pants. ‘Oh… Brad…’ I continue to finger fuck her, seeing her through her orgasm and it’s not long before she’s curled herself around me because she can’t take anymore. I suck my fingers into my mouth as she watches through half closed eyes. Not about to waste that.
‘Let’s get you in bed—you look exhausted.’ I wrap her in a towel, and she does the same with her hair, and then she lies on the bed while I get dressed and sorted. We are supposed to be going out for food, but it doesn’t look much like she’s interested now, so I text Jared: ‘Takeout?’
‘Yeah,’ comes the reply.
‘What you want?’
‘Devon wants Chinese food.’
‘Ok, you order. We’ll be down when it comes.’ I don’t need to tell him what we want because it’s Chinese food—we eat everything. Maybe I should have asked Maiya though? Nah, there will be enough to feed everyone—there will be something she likes. I lie down next to her, and she scoots across the space like it offends her. I chuckle, and she lays her head on my chest.
‘What’s so funny?’ she asks all sleepily.
‘Not funny, just cute.’ She lifts her head like a meercat and looks at me.
‘What?’ I laugh now. I can’t help it—she just looks fucking adorable with a towel on her head, swollen lips, and a flush to her cheeks from her orgasm.
‘Why are you laughing?’ she asks, smiling and smacking my arm.
‘I just think you’re cute, that’s all.’ She goes all shy now and snuggles into me. An hour later my phone pings. The Chinese food is here.
‘Maiya.’ I shake her shoulder gently. ‘Maiya.’ I get nothing. ‘The food is here.’ She sits up and rubs her eyes.
‘Huh? Food? What time is it?’ she asks as the towel covering her hair untwists leaving her hair in a pretty mess to fall into her face. Her hand goes straight to it. And then she looks pissed.
‘Shit. I can’t believe I fell asleep with my hair in a towel. Why did you let me sleep?’
‘Huh? Was I supposed to keep you awake? I didn’t know?’
‘Well shit Brad, now my hair is matted, and half and half.’
What the fuck is half and half?
‘I’m sorry?’ I say shrugging my shoulders. I don’t know what I’m apologising, for but it seems like the right thing to do. By this time she’s rifling through her bag and getting more and more bad-tempered as she does.
‘Babe, what are you looking for?’
She turns on me like she’s going to spit venomous poison.
‘The HAIRBRUSH obviously.’
I don’t snap back because… well, what’s the point? I walk into the bathroom where I know I saw her hairbrush. I snag it and walk back, handing it to her. She looks at it like she has x-ray fucking eyes for a minute, and I think she’s going to turn around and tell me it’s the wrong one. But she takes it and mumbles a thank you. Then the sound of her dragging it through her hair is painful.
‘Doesn’t that hurt?’ I ask like a dumbass. I should keep my observations to myself.
‘Yes! Because it’s half and half.’
‘What is half and half?’
Why can’t I keep my mouth shut? Do I need to know what half and half is? No, I fucking don’t.
‘Half wet half dry. Urgh.’
Okay, that makes sense.
‘When it dries before you brush it through, it’s a bitch.’
‘I’m sorry,’ I tell her even though I’m not really because I didn’t do anything. But it’s the right thing to say because she smiles.
‘Just don’t let me sleep with wet hair next time.’
I give her a salute, and she chuckles.
Hair crisis averted, we head downstairs and find Chinese food lining the full table in various types of cartons. People are milling around and helping themselves. Maiya hesitates, so taking her hand, I pull her with me, seating her next to Devon. She visibly relaxes when I sit on her other side. And more so when no one else really pays any attention to the fact that she’s there. I know that’s what she worries about.