Page 113 of Take My Name

She pushes them harder into me, and I cough out a laugh. Now I know she’s torturing me on purpose.

I slide one of my hands up her leg, bending my arm back until I can reach farther up her thigh.

“Uh-uh, what did I say?” She swats it away.

“I’ve been a very good boy…so you should reward me for my restraint.”

“Not while you’re on bed rest.”

“Who said anything about that?” I pout. “Half of me is still very functional.”

She snorts, reaching over my hips and toward my abs. “I have a sneakin’ suspicion which half.”

Glancing over my shoulder so I can see part of her face, I smirk. “Keep goin’ and you’ll find out for certain.”

chapter twenty

Maisie

My hands havea mind of their own when I do just that. Inching closer between his legs, I find a very thick and hard erection. Slowly, I slide my fingers up his shaft and am careful when I reach the piercing.

I wonder how it’d feel inside me.

Especially with my own piercing.

Fuck, that’s a dangerous thought to have when he’s on limited physical activity.

“Maisie…” he groans out my name like he’s praying for mercy.

Knowing how long it’s been and how no one else has touched him like this makes me want to pleasure him even more. Unfortunately, I don’t have super long arms, so my grip is weak trying to hold on to him.

Instead, I use the washcloth as my helper to reach around and slide up the other side of his length. He must like it because his fingers dig into my calves as another moan vibrates from his throat.

When his chest rapidly rises and falls, I can’t help lowering my lips to the nape of his neck. I flatten my tongue and lick him.

“Shit, Maze. I should be the one touchin’ and kissin’ you.” He tilts his head toward the other shoulder, giving me easier access.

“Not tonight. I’m takin’ care of my needy little patient,” I whisper in his ear. “So let me help you relax.”

I continue rotating my hands over his cock and around his thighs. My fingers tease and massage every inch of skin I can reach.

Warren’s trying so hard to control his breathing. I can’t help worrying it’s hurting his ribs.

“If I’m causin’ you more pain, tell me.”

“Definitely not.” He shakes his head, tilting it to the side toward me.

My eyes catch his and he lowers his gaze to my lips.

“Whaddya need?” I ask since he’s close and I want to help him get there.

“Your mouth.”

His hand reaches up to cup my face and then we’re in a heated battle of tongues and teeth. It’s hot and desperate, like a sweet craving you’ve been fighting, and suddenly, it’s within your grasp and you finally taste it.Inhaleit.

It’s all-consuming.

My hands stall for a moment while my brain catches up with the rest of me. His lips move with mine, sucking and tasting like I’m his lifeline.