Page 36 of Game Changer (Hidden Attractions #2)

Ethan

I’m drenched from head to toe when we get back to the dorm. I hardly notice because the second we enter the building, Maya’s lips are back on mine. My mind is hazy and in a lust-filled daze as we stumble into the elevator, hitting random buttons that will hopefully take us to our floor.

The only woman I want is her . The only woman I’ve ever seen is her. Maya has always been the greatest thing to ever come into my life, and I plan on cherishing her for every second I have with her.

“Take this off,” she pants when the door shuts to her room. I’ve never been more grateful she still doesn’t have a roommate.

She pries off the T-shirt stuck to my body and flings the wet garment on the floor before making quick work of my pants.

Lightning flashes outside, and rain pelts against the window.

It’s pitch black in here, but neither of us bothers with the lights.

We have one thing on our minds, and we don’t need to see each other to accomplish it.

In the dark, I can focus on my auditory senses, and in a way, it’s more sensual than visual.

Her labored breathing when I strip off her skimpy uniform top and bra.

Her moans when I kiss her collarbone and blindly back her up to her mattress.

The tiny inhale of breath she gives when I peel her shorts and underwear off and toss them to the side with the remainder of my clothes.

Maya’s skin is cold when we land on the bed together, but I hope to change that in the next five minutes.

“Ethan.” My cock thickens at the sound of my name spilling off her tongue. It reminds me of what other talents her tongue is capable of, but her pleasure comes first. I’ve recently discovered that doing this is one of my new favorite hobbies.

I sink between her thighs and don’t bother teasing her when she’s shivering. I wrap my mouth around her clit and grin at the cry of bliss that fills the room. Thunder rumbles in its wake, acting as a muffler that I’m sure Leo will be thankful for next door.

Her hips buck against my face, grinding in a greedy, possessive way that makes me groan against her, begging for more. I’m suffocating between her thighs, but if I had to die, this would be the perfect way to go out.

“Come for me,” I growl when she releases her hold.

I slip two fingers inside of her and pump until my forearm aches.

The best part about sleeping with Maya is I’m learning all of her ticks and what pushes her over the edge.

I realize now that she likes to be fingered soft but fast. And she especially likes when I tongue her clit at the same time, which is precisely what I do.

She comes immediately, her hands latching onto my soaking wet hair and tugging on the strands as she rides out her high.

Just as suspected, her skin is warm to the touch when I crawl back on top of her, but then she flips us over and straddles me instead.

She bends over to whisper in my ear, “I want to fuck you like this.” I feel the long, silky strands of her still-dry hair hit my shoulders, enveloping us like a curtain of privacy. “Can I ride you? Is that okay?”

“The fact you think you have to ask is a problem.”

“Do you have a condom? I think we used up the ones in my dresser.”

My fingers flex on her hips, annoyed that she’ll have to move, even if it’s only for a few seconds. “My wallet. In my sweatpants’ pocket.”

She crawls off and stumbles in the dark until she finally finds it. I hear the foil packet ripping open, then she straddles me again and grips my aching dick with her fingers.

We’ve been having sex for almost a month now, but I want it every second of the fucking day. However, I don’t want to come across as the typical horny male who only wants to get in her pants. Maya means so much more to me than that.

I pull my lip between my teeth when she sinks onto my cock, and it takes an obscene amount of effort not to finish. I think of everything possible to hold back—war, dead puppies, world hunger—but no feeling will ever compare to the grip she has on me. Quite literally.

“You feel so good,” she whimpers.

My eyes slam shut. “Fuck, don’t say shit like that. You’re gonna make me come.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Her hands land on my chest, and when she starts to ride, my fingers dig into her hips.

There’s no way she’s going to keep doing this without me watching, so I lean over to turn on the lamp on her nightstand.

Light cascades over her body in a warm golden glow, and I don’t know where to look first.

Her tits, which are the perfect size for my hands. Her mouth, which is open in pleasure. The way her nails scrape down my chest while she grinds on my cock in the most delicious way.

“Does this position feel good for you?” I ask.

She nods enthusiastically. “Yes.”

But I don’t feel right receiving all the pleasure without reciprocating.

My eyes dart to her nightstand. “Is your toy in there?”

She freezes. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be shy about it now. The toy you used to make yourself come. You know, the one you intended for me to hear you use? Where is it?”

“You want to use it?”

“On you? Yes. Is that a problem?”

Her cheeks flush. “No, I’ve just never used it with someone before.”

“Then now’s the perfect time to start, isn’t it?”

After a moment of hesitation, she leans over to grab her vibrator from the drawer, and the sight of the dainty pink toy makes me grin from ear to ear. I know her too well. It’s just how I pictured it.

“Switch it to the setting you prefer.”

“Ethan.”

“What?”

She switches the vibrator on and presses the button once or twice before she passes it over to me. “You’re just so fucking hot, it’s insane.”

I press the toy against her clit, chuckling deeply when her hips buck in response. “Show me then, baby. Ride my cock while you fuck this toy.”

An animalistic sound escapes her and it makes me grow harder.

I circle the vibrator around her clit, observing her face to see what she does and doesn’t like.

Maya is a goddess as she rocks her hips against me, but what does me in is when she trails her hands to my stomach and squeezes.

She’s full on riding me now, and I’m desperately trying to keep my movements controlled with the vibrator but sweat is breaking out across my forehead from my impending release.

The sight of her is too much. Her breasts are bouncing, her face is flushed, and her ass is smacking against my thighs. I’m not—

Maya rips the vibrator from my hands and reaches behind her to—

Oh, fuck .

“Let go,” she pleads.

The vibration hits my balls, and I’m a fucking goner.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I shout to try and compensate for the fact that I’m nothing but smithereens while Maya continues to ride me through all of my muttered cursing. I’m sensitive as hell, but I want her to find release, too, and she does in a matter of seconds.

She cries out my name before collapsing on my chest, and in the blissful aftermath, she rubs circles on my chest and hums happily. “You should take a shower to warm up.”

“You should take one with me.”

She snorts. “You know we can’t do that. There are separate showers for a reason.”

“Well, when we’re done with school and have a place of our own, we’ll save water by showering together. Make up for lost time.”

“That sounds like a dream,” she mumbles sleepily.

“It’s not a dream when it’s going to happen.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” Then, after a heartbeat, I add, “Don’t you?”

While I stare at the ceiling with a ball of anxiety, Maya falls asleep and leaves me waiting for an answer that never comes.