Page 183 of The Play Maker

Maisie gasps, slapping both hands over her face.

I bury my face in her neck, laughing. “Guess they heard that.”

“Oh my god,” she groans. “Can we pretend that didn’t happen?”

“Nope,” I grin, nipping at her earlobe, dragging my hands down her waist. “But we can make it worth the noise complaint.”

She tries to glare at me, but I flip us over, easing her on top of me in one smooth motion, and just like that, the attitude’s gone.

She blinks down at me, wide-eyed and unsure, her thighs trembling a little where they straddle my hips. Her hands hover like she doesn’t know where to put them, and I can feel her hesitation building, written all over her flushed cheeks and bitten lip.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing,” she admits, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Don’t overthink it,” I murmur. “Just do what feels good.”

Her eyes search mine, and I give her a soft smile. One hand still on her waist, the other brushing the back of her thigh, I help guide her down until we’re pressed together again and her mouth parts on a gasp.

“You okay?” I ask.

She nods, shifting her hips, rolling them forward, testing it out. A soft moan slips out of her.

“Fuck yeah,” I groan, my head falling back, jaw tight. “Does that feel good, baby?”

She moans again, breathier this time, and nods. “Yeah,” she whispers.

“Good. Keep going. Just like that.”

I slide my hands down to her hips, guiding her as she does it again. Slow, dragging friction that makes my spine arch off the bed. She bites her lip, trying to stifle the sounds, but her eyes flutter shut, and I can feel how wet and tight she is around me.

“Put your hands on me,” I say, my voice rough. I don’t even know how I’m speaking right now because I’m numb with pleasure. I tap my chest twice. “Right here.”

She plants her palms flat on my chest, bracing herself. Then she lifts up slightly and sinks back down.

My mouth parts on a groan. “Ah, fuck.”

My hands slide to her full ass, helping her move as she rocks against me again—harder this time—and she gasps, her back arching.

“Fuck, look at you,” I moan, dragging her hips down harder, grinding up into her. “That’s it. Ride me, baby. Take what you need.”

Her movements get more confident, more fluid. Her fingers dig into my chest, nails scraping lightly over my skin as she lifts off my cock and slams back down.

I can’t take my eyes off her. Her flushed skin, the way her tits bounce with every thrust, the way her mouth keeps parting like she’s too overwhelmed to speak.

She gasps when I thrust up to meet her, her whole body jolting.

“You like that?” I ask with a cocky smirk. “You want me deeper?”

She nods frantically, her hair falling into her face. I push it back, my fingers curling around the back of her neck as she moves again.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I whisper, watching her fall apart on top of me. “Every fucking inch of you. I want to see you come just like this.”

Her thighs are trembling around my hips, her fingers clawing at my chest as she bounces on me harder, messier. Her eyes flutter. Her mouth falls open, and I know she’s close.

Her body shudders, her thighs tightening around my hips as she moans through it, falling apart right there on top of me. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I don’t even give her time to come down.

I grab her waist, flip us in one smooth motion, and press her back into the mattress, her hair fanned across the pillow. She blinks up at me, dazed and breathless, her skin flushed and fucking gorgeous.