Maya by Shayne Ford

5

MAYA

If he checks me out,he surely knows how to do it without getting caught.

I haven’t peeled my eyes away from him at all. Not once.

I’m completely enamored with his hooded eyes, lustful grin, and that delicious feeling that he is taking over my world.

His masculine energy surrounds me, entering my mind.

His interest in me is obvious, yet it’s teasingly held back, making me quiver in anticipation.

Hot as sin, he is not what I expected.

My eyes slip to his lips before going down to his starched collar, bow tie, and his chest.

I wonder how he looks under his sharp-looking tuxedo––he is all bulging muscles and smooth planes.

The warm afternoon, spiffy clothes, and his magnetic presence give me a hot flash.

He drags his gaze lower, below my chin––my breasts trying to escape the cups of my corset, my legs peeking through the open skirt.

It would look tacky to pull my top up––strapless dresses have always boggled my mind––yet I draw my legs together and keep my knees pressed into each other until my skin gets sticky from the sweat and the shimmering lotion I’ve slathered on to give my skin a nice smooth finish.

The AC is on but doesn’t blow cold enough to cool me off.

“How is life overseas?” I murmur, trying to stop my mind from spinning thoughts obsessively.

We start talking about Europe and Cambridge and his life as a student, and I don’t hear a word he says, my eyes moving over his face continuously.

Talking to me has an effect on him.

He smiles more, lowers his eyelids more often, feeding the butterflies in my stomach with his sultry gaze, and cocks an eyebrow at me every other second, looking at me as if knowing the conversation is only a pretext, a crutch, a way of hiding our profound reactions to each other.

He must feel the same way, but he is much better at concealing it, although it may be that his secret smile and furtive looks are precisely a reflection of my thoughts on how I imagine us––skin on skin, my lips on his neck, his chest against mine, my fingers on his abs.

My touch on his thighs, his butt, his groin…

Minutes in, and I’m losing it.

Not having sex for a long time does that to people.

He shifts in his seat and unbuttons his jacket, my eyes promptly falling down his abs.

The fabric is smooth, high-end, and the cut is tailored to his body. I swiftly notice the waistband of his pants, his muscular legs, and his bumpy package.

This is so wrong, but I start doodling a chiseled erection in my head, almost forgetting how to breathe.

It’s not only my imagination.

He’s hard. Or semi-hard. Or big. Or all of the above.

He shifts in his seat again, stifling his need to adjust himself, moving his eyes to Shade and Tara, a smile tilting his lips.

I give them a side-eyed look. No wonder he is so tense.

Across from us, Shade and Tara are locked in a kiss.

The kiss is deep and sensual, turning us both on. I wish I could fan myself without signaling I’m drowning in heat.

I try to control the pace of my breaths, finding it difficult to expand my chest against my dress when Chad touches my thigh.

The silky fabric slides off from under his touch before his fingers rest straight on my leg. It’s the last spot I thought a man would touch this evening.

A few inches higher, and he’d press his thumb against my panties.

That thought makes me even hotter.

I shift my eyes to him. His smile fades a little when he reads the panic on my face.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, his eyes making trips to my lips and my chest before coming back to my face.

He reads my eyes, enters my mind, and knows everything about me right now.

This is his moment. It belongs to him, and he is a smart man.

He figured me out.

“Yes,” I murmur.

A soft grin arches his lips, glinting in his eyes.

I read so many things in his gaze.

He notices the tension in my body, the quiver in my lips, the hardly concealed emotions in my eyes.

He squeezes my thigh gently as if testing me, learning my reactions, and teaching me how to listen to him.

He gets a feel of me, my tribulations, the hunger simmering beneath the surface. And he has sympathy, even affection for me.

He understands where I am, sees a lot of things in me, and also wants me.

He wants to dive into my chaos and get a taste of me… The way I come, famished, a bit broken, a lot frightened.

He is not afraid of me, grasping the good, the bad, and the ugly.

And he’s interested in all of it.

He is a real man despite flashing a boyish grin occasionally, revealing his playfulness and age.

“Are you sure?” Chad asks, waiting for an answer, his eyes glued to my lips.

He likes to watch me talk and breathe, so he can revel in that quiver again.

I move slightly to face him, my legs sealed together, his hand on my thigh, so close to the spot between my legs.

Our eyes are locked again, starting a silent conversation, his alluring smile telling me he knows what’s going on in my mind, what I feel between my legs.

He must know my clit pulses, and my flesh is warm and wet, tingles running down my legs.

The way he knows when I breathe shallowly or my mind goes blank, as it went moments ago when he touched my hand for the first time.

He knows I’m caught in an imaginary world where we’re entangled, naked, his muscular body topping mine, his lips trailing my neck, my legs spread for him.

He knows I clench softly just by thinking about him entering me, his hardness riding deep inside my body, and his hard-on hot and throbbing against my walls.

He knows I gently shiver, imagining his eyes filled with lust for me and his smile showing me how drunk he is on me.

He knows I’m silently indulging in the idea of him.

He knows every bit of that, the words becoming unnecessary.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I say, smiling, calmer now that I feel his touch on me, his eyes talking to me making me feel all right.

“How long are you staying?” I ask.

“I fly back on Monday morning.”

His raspy, slightly nasal voice vibrates across my skin.

My eyes stay trained on his face in one of those rare moments when he doesn’t look at me.

“Do you miss living here?” I ask.

He shifts his eyes to me, a different expression gliding over his face, giving me a glimpse of something different.

Every look on his face is like a new page in a book, teaching me something different.

“Sometimes, I do,” he says seriously for a second before a smile colors his gaze. “I miss Shade,” he adds, amused. “It’s the first time we’ve been away from each other.”

“You like him.”

He laughs.

“Yeah, I do. I like him a lot. He’s a lot of fun.”

Again, a different look. Now he looks younger, and I imagine the two of them having fun overseas.

“What about you?” he tosses at me as if wanting to steer me away from imaging them with different women.

“What about me?”

I give him a sultry grin.

He mirrors it with a sexy smile of his own.

“Do you like Tara?” he jokes.

We laugh. Chuckling helps us to relax.

As the moments slip by, I become less obsessed with my turmoil, grasping that he is nervous too, so I have a bit of leverage.

“I do.”

My smile fades.

His fingers move softly.

Dragging his touch higher, he brushes over my thigh and hip before resting his hand on my waist.

He turns to me slightly while I wait, unable to speak.

Softly grinning, he moves his hand up, barely brushing my chest before dipping his eyes, pretending to right the necklace around my neck.

I completely forgot about it and can’t focus that much on it since my eyes are on his face. And his eyes are on my neck.

“Have you had fun with her?” he asks quietly, stroking my collarbones before resting his fingers at the root of my neck.

I have no idea what he’s talking about, and then his lips arch into a lopsided smile, and I get slammed with heat and realize it’s a trap.

“Not that kind of fun. No.”

I find myself grinning and clenching my thighs while he smiles wolfishly.

“We haven’t even gone out on a double date. It’s the first…”

I pull to an abrupt stop, registering with me that I’m getting ahead of myself, talking about stuff that hasn’t even been mentioned formally when he looks at me with smiling eyes, drinking me in, and exuding pleasure.

Turned to stone, I watch him lean closer to me, his hand sliding to my shoulder, his breath fanning over my neck and cheek before his lips come to my ear.

For a second, I realize––and want to pinch myself–– this beautiful man has his touch and lips on me, his body so close to mine, his breath searing my skin.

“Relax…” he whispers in my ear, goosebumps erupting on my skin, my need to feel him, touch him, and grab him only heightening.

He stays there for a moment, breathing into my hair, curling his touch around my shoulder, reveling in the heat lifting off my skin.

He draws back a little, his lips gently grazing my cheek before he leaves a kiss on the corner of my lips so tenderly and sensually I melt in my seat.

Instinctively, I move my hand and touch him, my fingers sliding across his thigh before softly kneading his muscles through his smooth tuxedo pants.

He pulls back a little more to read my eyes, a soft grin curving his lips.

“I’m glad I found you,” he says quietly, his eyes going to my lips.

“Me too,” I say in a silent voice.

He seems content with my answer, so he straightens smoothly, his hand tearing away from my shoulder, my hand moving away from his thigh before the car takes a turn and slows down in front of a gate where we join a long line of cars waiting to enter the property.

Shade lights a cigarette while I glance out the window, checking the wrought iron gate and the mansion peeking through before we all strike a conversation, moving slowly toward the entrance of the estate.

* * *

CHAD

Hands tucked in my pockets,I keep my eyes on Maya and Tara as they pull away from us, heading to the food table.

Shade talks to someone at my side while I take in the beautiful blonde struggling not to turn around and glance at me over her shoulder one more time.

Slowly shaking my head, I smile.

She knows I’m watching her. I notice the tension in her body. It’s visible in her pace and shoulders.

Walking gingerly, she makes sure her dress doesn’t get caught in her heels. Her shoulders are pulled back, her hips swaying slightly.

When Shade fought Elia to have Tara, I knew he was up to something. Tara is everything I have imagined. But Maya… Maya is a surprise.

What are the odds, really?

Two women who have so much in common.

Maya is as real as they come. Beautiful like a love poem, hungry like a wolf, and raw like a war zone.

Her blood runs hot, and her eyes can’t conceal it.

She does flick her eyes in my direction, and I meet her gaze with a smile, growing hard again.

“Ready?” Shade asks, making me shift my eyes away from her.

“So… What do you think?”

He flicks his chin in her direction.

“She’s hot as fuck,” I murmur, swinging my eyes back to her, and taking in the two women as they near the food table.

Half smiling and pondering, I drag my eyes down her body, sizing up her hair, her waist, her backside pushing against her soft dress.

“How could anyone cheat on her?” I murmur, lost in thought.

He laughs quietly at my side, his eyes on Tara.

“Are you really asking me this? You must know the answer.”

“Yeah, I fucking do. Men who have no idea how to take care of their women…” I say, imagining so many ways in which I’d cherish her body.

I’d fill my hands with her hips and tits before covering her skin with kisses.

She must be soft and warm.

She got wet for me just as I looked at her in the limo, and she couldn’t suppress that feeling in her body that she wanted me.

She felt it, and I felt it too. Her skin rippled under my touch while her lips glistened under my stare.

Her touch on my thigh made me stir with anticipation. I was hard the entire ride. And I’m hard now too.

I can’t wait to have her hair around my arm and her eyes glisten with pleasure, her legs wrapped around my waist while I drive myself into her.

“What did she say to you?” he murmurs.

I grin pensively.

“She told me everything I needed to know.”

I look at him.

A knowing smile curves his lips.

“Someone’s going to get lucky tonight.”

“You mean her?” I joke.

“I mean us.”

We laugh when he pulls his phone out of his pocket and swipes his finger across the screen.

“He’s ready for us,” he says, nodding toward the house. “Let’s talk some business, bro. I’m dying to get this thing started.”