Five

Maya

I woke up, my eyes straining as they met pitch-black darkness.

I squinted twice, desperately trying to regain my focus, until my eyes finally caught the faint, dim light creeping in through a massive set of floor-to-ceiling windows.

Is this my room?

And god, why was it so damn freezing?

Did I seriously turn the AC down that low before I crashed?

Instinctively, I reached out, pulled the heavy comforter up, and wrapped it tightly around my body.

Then, to my absolute shock, a heavy, thick arm wrapped firmly around my waist before yanking me backward, pressing my back flush against a solid, wall-like chest.

“Well, hello there, baby. Finally awake?”

I froze. Wait a damn minute...

Oh shit, that voice... was this the guy from the bar?

“Devon?”

“Yep, that’s me. Glad you remember,” he murmured against my ear.

His breathy, low chuckle sent a violent wave of shivers straight down my spine.

And why could I feel his warm, bare palm resting directly on my stomach?

... was I naked?!

“Fuck, you’re so soft,” he growled.

“I bet these babies are way more squishy...”

Before I could even process what was happening, his hands traveled up my stomach, cupping both of my bare breasts at once.

He squeezed them firmly, making me gasp at the sudden surge of shock and pleasure as his thumb and forefinger found my nipples, gently pinching them.

“Oh—Devon, don’t...” I shrieked softly, my head instantly arching back against his shoulder.

He let out a low laugh. “Don’t want what, baby?”

He latched onto the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking hard enough that I knew with absolute certainty he was leaving a dark mark.

“Fuck, that feels so good...” I practically whimpered, completely losing every last shred of my sanity as he alternated between massaging my breasts and rolling my sensitive nipples between his fingers.

“Glad you love it. I’ll give you more... tell me you want me.”

“Yes... please...” I gasped out shamelessly.

He chuckled, pulling me even tighter against his chest until I felt his entire rigid body pressing against my backside.

And then... I felt it.

His length. Hard as a rock, thick, and fucking massive.

My breath hitched when he suddenly adjusted his hips, grinding himself against me.

“You like that, baby? This is going to make you see stars in a minute,” he teased, rolling his hips against my bare ass.

I swallowed hard, a rush of pure, unadulterated electricity shooting straight through my blood.

The sheer anticipation building inside me was overwhelming.

“Then show me the stars, Devon... I want to see them right now,” I begged.

I heard him growl deeply in the back of his throat.

He moved so fast it made my head spin. Before I could blink, he had flipped me onto my back and pinned me beneath his massive frame, taking my mouth in a hard, torrid kiss.

He forced my timid lips apart, and I willingly yielded, completely throwing caution to the wind even though I had zero real-world experience on how to kiss a guy properly.

He tore his mouth away from mine and dragged his lips down my neck, pushing the t-shirt up before diving straight for my chest.

He devoured each breast, licking, biting, and sucking like a needy newborn.

“Oh god, yes! That feels so fucking good!” I arched my back off the mattress, pressing myself into his mouth, desperate for more.

He let out a raspy laugh against my skin, lapping at my sensitive flesh while intensifying the suction on my nipple.

Then he moved lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses down my stomach.

He hooked his fingers into the band of my lace panties, yanked them down my legs, and immediately cupped my bare center.

I caught my breath in a sharp gasp as he slid a finger inside me.

“Fuck, Maya... you’re soaking wet for me. This pretty little pussy is begging to be fucked.” he murmured huskily.

He picked up the rhythm, pushing his finger deeper and faster, driving me straight into the kind of overwhelming ecstasy I had only ever read about in smutty romance novels.

Luisa was right.

Actually doing this in real life is on a whole different level.

“Devon..., I think I’m coming!” I cried out, my inner walls clenching tightly around his hand.

“Then come for me, baby... squirt all over my hand,” he coaxed, slicking a second finger inside and working me in rapid, ruthless thrusts until I finally snapped.

The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I came hard, trembling and moaning his name as warmth flooded his hand. My thighs shook around him.

“Good girl.” he kissed me deeply, tasting my pleasure on his tongue.

“Now it’s my turn.”

He settled between my spread thighs, eyes locked on mine with raw, burning intensity.

“Eyes on me, Maya. I want to watch your face while I fuck you.”

Before I could catch my breath, he thrust forward.

A sharp sting of pain made me cry out.

Devon froze immediately, concern flashing across his face as he held perfectly still.

“Fuck… are you—?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “But I’m okay. Just… give me a second.”

He stayed buried inside me, eyes never leaving mine while his thumb gently stroked my hip in soothing circles. “Take all the time you need, baby. I’ve got you.”

After a few deep breaths, I slowly rolled my hips, testing. The pain melted into deep, aching pleasure.

Devon groaned and began moving carefully.

But he kept his pace agonizingly slow.

The torture was making me lose my mind.

“Devon... faster, please!”

“Are you sure?”

I rolled my eyes in pure frustration.

“Devon, I’m not made of glass! Fuck me faster, damn it!”

He let out a low, dark chuckle, thoroughly amused, and then completely gave in.

He picked up the pace, thrusting harder, deeper, and faster.

Soon, both of us were moving in perfect, frantic sync.

Every single hit was deeper than the last.

The friction was blinding, a far more violent climax ripped through my body.

This time, I literally saw stars behind my eyelids.

It wasn't long before I felt Devon’s muscles lock up—a clear sign he was right on the edge, too.

He paused, reached blindly for the nightstand, pulled open the drawer, and grabbed a small foil packet.

He ripped the condom open, rolled it on in a fraction of a second, and immediately sank back into me, pounding ruthlessly until he finally shattered, groaning my name as he came.

We stayed tangled together, heavy and breathless, for a few quiet seconds before he collapsed onto his side.

He pulled me against his warm chest and dragged the comforter over both of us.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice still raspy as he brushed damp hair from my face.

“Yeah... just sleepy,” I mumbled into his chest.

He chuckled softly and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to my forehead.

That was the last thing I felt before drifting off safely wrapped in his strong arms with his scent surrounding me like the best kind of dream.