Page 153 of The Play Maker

So I do the only thing I can think to do.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of my boxers and push them down.

Her hand freezes and her breath catches when she sees me. Her mouth falls open just slightly, and for a second, she just… stares.

My cock is right there in front of her, flushed and thick and leaking at the tip. I’m fully hard now, resting against my lower stomach. I know what I look like naked. I’ve had girls brag aboutmy size. But her reaction is the best thing that’s ever happened to my ego.

Maisie swallows, her cheeks burning. Her gaze flicks up to mine, then back down like she’s not sure if she’s allowed to look.

“You’re… um.” She blushes even harder. “You’re really big.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

My cock twitches at her words.

Do not come. She just fucking looked at you.

A laugh rips out of me. “Baby, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna embarrass myself.”

She shifts a little closer, watching intently as she moves her hand. Her grip is awkward at first, uneven, but I don’t care. The second her palm drags over the sensitive underside of my cock, I have to grip the blanket just to stay grounded.

I wrap my hand over hers, guiding the rhythm. “Start slow,” I murmur. “Use your hand first. Wrap it around the base.”

Maisie sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and her fingers twitch around me, resuming that slow, tentative stroke, and this time, Idogroan. Louder.

“Just like that,” I manage. “God, that feels good.”

“Yeah?” she asks.

I groan in response, my head tipping back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut. I force them open again because I want to watch this. Want to remember every second of it.

“Now just… spit in your hand a little,” I murmur, breathless. “Get it nice and wet.”

She glances up at me, hesitant.

“Don’t overthink it,” I tell her. “It’s just us, baby.”

She nods, leans forward a little, and spits delicately into her palm. She brings her hand back to me, her fingers wrapping around my cock again, and this time it’s slick. Her grip glides easier now, smoother, and my entire body tenses at the first slow stroke.

Her hand moves again, more confident now, more curious, and I swear, I black out for a second.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I mutter, dropping my head to the pillow. My hips twitch against the mattress. “Jesus. You’re a fast learner.”

She smiles shyly, and I can tell she likes the praise, likes knowing she’s making me come undone with nothing but her hand and wide eyes locked on mine.

“Can I try with my mouth?”

I choke.

Literally. I cough like a dumbass, because apparently that’s my body’s reaction to hearing the hottest sentence ever come out of her mouth.

“Mais,” I manage, already half-gone.

Her eyes flick up. “Can I?”

I just nod. Because that’s all I can do. Words? Language? Never fucking heard of them.

Maisie leans over, moving her hair out of the way as she moves down, and then she places the softest kiss right at the tip.