Mya’s legs clamp around my head, squeezing my ears as she starts to ride the wave of her orgasm.
I take the opportunity to slip two fingers inside her, and her hips buck once more. She’s so close and so am I, humping the bed like a goddamn teenager in heat. I can’t remember the last time I felt this uncontrollable need to fuck something. Thedifference is that this time, Mya is the only thing I want to penetrate.
After a couple minutes of sucking on her clit and fingering her g-spot, Mya erupts, her climax hitting her hard enough to explode. Her pussy throbs against my tongue.
She screams, probably forgetting that we’re not home alone, and as reckless as it may be, I don’t give a shit right now. Brianna’s room is at the other end of the hall, so I doubt she’d hear anything anyway.
Mya’s walls clench around my fingers and when I pull them out, I draw a gush of liquid.
That’s all it takes. I chase my own release, grinding against the sheets like a madman. Then, I come almost violently in my briefs without even being touched.
Holy fuck. I glance up at Mya with a wide grin.
“Baby. You just squirted all over me.”
It takes her a few seconds to register what I said, and she jolts up. “I didwhat?”
I chuckle. “You just squirted.”
Mya’s cheeks redden. “Oh my God!” She looks down at the sheet where there is a massive round patch of wetness. “I’m so sorry!”
I scowl. “Don’t ever apologize for that, Mya. It’s a damn pleasure to be showered by you.”
She lowers her head. “I’ve never done that before.”
Pride swells in my chest. “You better not be lying to me.”
Mya giggles. “I swear. Most men weren’t even able to get me there, let alone make me squirt.”
I groan and pull her back on top of me, needing her close again.
“Don’t ever talk to me about other men when I’m still covered in you,” I grit out. “Actually, don’t talk about other men, period.”
The thought of anyone else’s hands on her makes something dark coil low in my chest. It’s irrational, I know that. But every day she’s around me, the need to claim her and make her mine in every possible way only gets harder to fight.
Mya rolls her eyes. “Fine.”
I pinch her nipple and she squeals. “What was that for?”
“For giving me attitude,” I say, unable to hide my grin.
She narrows her eyes, her lips curving. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Maybe not. But that doesn’t mean I’ll let it slide.”
She settles over me again, her breath catching. “Your briefs are all wet.” Her eyes widen like saucers at the realization. “Wait. Did you? In your pants? While you were eating me out?” Her shock is comical, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Yes, pretty girl. I came in my pants while your pussy was in my face. That’s how good you taste.”
“Really?”
“Yes. And I’m not close to being done with you yet.”
I hoist myself up to remove my briefs, then I grab Mya’s waist.
“Sit down, baby.”
She shakes her head. “I decide when, playboy.”