eight

MAYA

“Maya.” 

I jumped when I heard his deep voice, then looked up to meet his eyes staring down at me.

“Are you okay? You seem lost.”

I nodded, lips pressed in a thin line. “Y-yeah, yeah, I'm pretty good.’

He didn't look like he believed a word but he just nodded and walked me to a makeshift beer pong table. Chad, one of Davies’s teammates, threw a ping pong ball into a cup and cheered loudly. The game of truth or dare happening to our left involved a freshman eating a raw egg. 

The energy was electric. But the thought of his cock still tormented me.

"Drink some water," Davies murmured, leaning close to my ear to be heard over the music. "You are downing that fast."

"I need the liquid courage," a laugh bubbled up from my chest. The alcohol was already making my head spin, loosening the tight knots of anxiety. My blood ran hot. The liquor made every touch from him feel like sparks on dry wood.

A sudden violent shove sent someone crashing into the dirt near us.

Looking up, a familiar face pushed through the dense crowd. Nathan.

His eyes were bloodshot. A nasty scowl twisted his features. He stumbled forward, knocking a girl’s drink out of her hand without a single apology. He was drunk. Smashed out of his mind.

"Maya!" Nathan slurred, pointing a shaking finger at my face. "You think you can parade around with this loser? You think I care?"

Before he could take another step, Davies shifted. He stepped in front of me, shielding my body with his broad frame.

"Walk away, Nate," Davies warned, his voice low and laced with pure venom.

"Fuck you, Davies!" Nathan spat, veins popping in his neck. "She is using you! She still loves me! You are just a pathetic rebound!"

Anger flared hot and fast in my chest. Stepping out from behind Davies, a sharp insult sat on my tongue. But Davies beat me to the punch.

Turning his back on Nathan, Davies grabbed my face. He crashed his lips down on mine right in front of the raging crowd. The kiss was punishing. Hot, deep, and meant to make a bold statement. A collective gasp rippled through the onlookers. Cell phone cameras flashed in the dark.

Nathan let out a furious, animalistic scream, kicking a plastic cooler straight into the fire. Ice and beer cans hissed against the flames. Security guys from the frat house rushed over, grabbing Nathan by the arms and dragging him backward into the woods.

Breaking the kiss, Davies looked down at me. His brown eyes were dark, burning with a fire that matched the giant bonfire behind us.

"Let us get out of here," he growled.

He did not take me home. He dragged me toward a massive log cabin on the edge of the property used by the senior hockey players. The heavy wooden door slammed shut behind us, cutting off the loud noise of the party.

The room was pitch dark, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the glass window.

Alcohol and blind fury rushed through my veins like rocket fuel. Seeing Nathan act like a possessive maniac snapped something deep inside my brain. I did not want to think anymore. I wanted to feel. I wanted to wipe Nathan from my memory.

Grabbing Davies by the flannel collar, a fierce tug brought his face down to my level. My mouth smashed against his in a wild frenzy.

"Maya," he breathed into my mouth, his hands gripping my waist tight.

"Shut up," a needy moan escaped my throat.

We crashed hard into the wooden wall. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, tearing the fabric open. His skin felt like a furnace. He wasted no time, grabbing the hem of my sweater and yanking it over my head. Cool air hit my bare skin, but his hands replaced the cold with scorching heat.

Panting for air, we moved toward the large bed in the center of the room. He pushed me down onto the soft mattress. His hands made quick work of my jeans, tossing them to the wooden floor.

Standing over me, he unbuckled his thick belt. The leather strap hit the ground with a thud. He shoved his denim pants down, taking his dark boxers with them.

My breath hitched in my throat.

Even in the dim moonlight, his cock was impossible to miss. It was massive. Thick, vein-ridged, and standing rigid against his stomach. Shock paralyzed me for a split second. Nathan had never packed anything close to this impressive scale.

"Shit," a breathless whisper left my lips.

A dark, wicked grin stretched across his handsome face. He crawled onto the bed, hovering over my small frame. "Too much?"

"No."

Reaching out, my fingers wrapped around his hard shaft. He was so thick my hand barely closed around his circumference. A loud groan ripped from his chest as my thumb brushed over the smooth tip. Moving my hand up and down, the tight friction made his stomach muscles twitch.

"Fuck, Maya," he cursed, his head falling back in pure bliss.

The power trip fueled the raging fire in my gut. Leaning forward, my lips parted. Taking the blunt head into my mouth, a wet gasp left him. I moved my head down, taking in as much of his thick *ck* as my throat would allow. The taste of salt and rich musk filled my senses. Sucking hard, my tongue circled the sensitive ridge.

His hands tangled in my hair, gripping tight. "Maya, wait. Stop."

He pulled my head back with extreme care, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. His dark eyes stared into mine, intense and dead serious.

"I am not going to last if you keep doing that," he warned, his voice a rough, broken rumble.

Flipping our positions, he pinned me flat against the mattress. His large hands held my wrists down by my head, but his grip was gentle. Careful.

Positioning himself between my thighs, the blunt tip of his dick dragged against my wet entrance. A delicious shiver wrecked my entire spine.

He stopped moving.

"Look at me," Davies commanded in a soft tone.

Meeting his gaze, my heart hammered a frantic, wild beat.

"Are you sure?" he asked, searching my face for any hint of hesitation. "I know you are mad at him. I know you had a few drinks. I want you, but I need you to be sure. Do you want this?"

"Yes," a breathless, desperate plea escaped me. "Please, Davies. I want you."

A low growl vibrated deep in his throat. Dropping my wrists, his hands moved down to grip my hips. He aligned himself in perfect position. Then pushing forward, he entered me with a slow, agonizing slide.

“Mmmmph, fuck…”