I would have laughed if my raging boner wasn’t straining against my underwear — I couldn’t even answer. She unzipped my pants and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. Her gaze was locked on mine, but when I leaned into her for a kiss, she backed away smiling, teasing me.
She hooked her fingers in the elastic band of my underwear, eyes on her hands as they gripped me. I watched her tongue slip out to wet her lips, lips that smiled when I pulsed in her hand involuntarily.
She bent over, ass out, breath hot, lips wet as she closed them over me. I sucked in a breath, but I couldn’t close my eyes, just slipped a hand into her curly hair and watched as I disappeared into her mouth. She pulled back and dropped down again, looking up at me, hand around my base as I hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I whispered, and her eyes smiled before her lids fluttered closed.
Her body moved in a figure eight as she backed away and dropped down again and again, sucking and rolling her tongue when she came to the tip. I reached for the back of her dress and gathered it with my fingers until the hem hung in the curve of her waist, ass exposed, my eyes on her black G-string.
My heart banged as I gripped her hair and pulled to stop her, and she popped off, lips swollen, lids heavy. In a breath, I was kissing her, our tongues rolling, lips a hard seam. I could have devoured her in that moment.
But instead, I turned her around and bent her over my kitchen table. She panted, forearms on the surface, as I lifted her dress and hooked my fingers in the string of her panties, dragged it over the curve of her ass and down her thighs. She shimmied until they were on the floor and spread her legs. I gripped my shaft in one hand and slipped the other around her waist, down her stomach until I reached the sensitive spot to trace letters with the pad of my finger.
F.
I guided my crown to the wet line. She turned to look behind her, sucking in a breath.
U.
I dragged it up the length of her.
C.
“Cooper,” she moaned shifting her hips as I rested against the dip.
K.
“Are you hungry, Maggie?” I flexed my hips and filled her slowly.
Her mouth hung open, lids fluttering closed, and she gasped when I hit the end. “Yes,” she whispered, lowering her cheek to the surface, her fingers clenching and releasing against the wood, looking for something to hold on to. I arched over her and took her hand, guiding it over her head as I pulled out and slammed back in. She threaded her fingers in mine, her other hand grabbing on as she used the leverage to press back into me. I nuzzled into her neck as I thrust again and again, rolling my hips until her breath sped up, legs trembling against mine, fingers white-knuckle, and then she came with a cry, squeezing me, releasing me. And I couldn’t wait, wouldn’t wait. I pumped faster, the soft pat of skin against skin driving me, and seconds later I let go, eyes pinned shut, breathing her name.
I opened my eyes as our bodies slowed, and I wrapped her in my arms, lying against her back, still inside of her. I kissed her shoulder, and she hummed before mumbling something.
“Hmm?”
“Thatwasfuckinghot,” she muttered, her cheek still resting on the surface of the table.
“You started it with your dirty egg roll.”
She chuckled. “I told you. Sometimes I just need your dick in my face.”
I kissed her shoulder once more. “Still hungry?”
“Kinda full right now.” She shifted her hips, smiling.
I laughed. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it.”
“Oh, I think you know what’s gotten into me.”
I rolled my hips. “You’re just going to keep going, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“Let’s eat and then maybe I can work this out of your system.”
She twisted to look back at me. “Who’s hungry now?”
I brushed her hair back and kissed just behind her ear. “Me,” I whispered and pulled out.
She sighed and rolled onto her back, looking like she could take a nap on my table as I grabbed a fresh kitchen towel for me and one for Maggie. She took it lazily.
I cleaned up and tossed the towel in the general direction of the laundry room. I was washing my hands, still watching her with a smile as she made a half-assed attempt to get up.
“I’m too tired to eat,” she said.
I dried my hands and made my way back to the take out cartons. “Hmm, too bad. There’s lo mien, pork fried rice, orange chicken, beef with broccoli.” I sniffed melodramatically. “Plus some hot, fat egg rolls.”
She’s perked up a little. “Damn you and your crispy fried goodness.”
I was still smiling as I filled my plate with my chopsticks. She washed her hands and sat next to me, piling on even more food than I did. I gave her a look.
She raised her eyebrows. “What? I told you I was hungry. I don’t mess around when it comes to food.”
“I can see that you take it very seriously.”
Maggie scooped up noodles with her chopsticks and stuffed them in her mouth, smiling at me with the lo mien hanging from between her lips for just a second before slurping them up.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “How much more work did you have to do again? Because I really think you should stay.”
“The night? Come on, buddy boy. You know the rules.”
“A few more hours. The night. Whatever I can convince you of.”
“I do wish I could stay a while. But …” She sighed and fished around for some pork. “I have a lot to do. I mean, it’s not that big of a deal, just three programs a week, but I need a plan of attack, sort of like a manifesto.” She took a bite. “Mostly though, I’m worried about impressing our mysterious benefactor. I don’t even know that much about her other than that she’s a rich lady named Catherine who’s been in working with the shelter on some level since the 90s.”
“Don’t worry about the meeting. You’ll do fine. I promise.” I hoped she did, at least. Knowing Catherine, Maggie would hit a home run.
She seemed reassured and smiled. “Thanks. I’ve got a lot to do for sure, but I’ll get it done. Hopefully Lily is already at West’s because I’m not quite ready to see her again after last night.”
“Was it that bad?”
“No, not really. I just feel guilty for dragging her into the mess.”
“I hear you on that.” I picked up a piece of orange chicken and popped it into my mouth.
She sighed again. “At least we only have to sneak around for eleven more days. Then we’ll both be on our way.”
I almost inhaled the chicken and started coughing.
Maggie dropped her chopsticks and patted me on the back. “God, are you okay?”
I nodded and croaked. “Yeah, wrong pipe.” I took a swig of my water.
She picked up her chopsticks again. “I’m just feeling really awful about it. I hate lying to West, knowing how upset he would be. It’s selfish, us using each other, lying to everyone.”
I watched her. “Maybe it’s time you did something selfish for once.”
She looked over at me, eyes wide and open.
“I’m just saying. Don’t let anyone make you feel bad for doing something you want to do.”
“Even if what I want hurts someone else?”
“No one’s going to get hurt.” I knew it was a lie as soon as it left my mouth.
She shook her head and looked down at her plate. “Maybe we should just end it now while we can, before anyone else finds out. Before things get any more complicated.”
Anxiety ripped through me at the thought of ending it now. I wasn’t ready — that was one thing I knew without a doubt. A very alarmed part of me wondered if I’d ever be ready.
In a heartbeat, I was off my stool and holding her. I looked down at her, smiling to hide. “Let’s just enjoy it while we can. We’ll be more careful. We’ll be smarter about it. Because I’m not ready to stop yet. Are you?”