She swallows what seems like a giant lump of need, takes a deep breath, and her legs clench together. My girl is turned on, just from the sight of my cock. If that doesn’t swell my chest with pride, I don’t know what does.

After clearing her throat, she removes her hand and says, “Spread your legs.” I do as she says and she climbs between me while lubing up the vibrator. When she’s done, she looks down at me and says, “Don’t touch a damn thing on your body, do you understand? Hands behind your head at all times.”

I nod, my cock twitching between us. “Hands behind my head. Got it.”

She lowers the vibrator and pushes against my ass. “Breathe and relax.” She reaches out and strokes the tip of my penis, causing me to relax right away as she slips the vibrator inside. It feels fucking weird at first and then she switches on the vibrator and . . .

Holy.

Mother.

Fucker.

“Ahhh, fucking hell.” I squeeze my eyes shut as vibrations hit this one spot I’ve never felt before.

I glance down to see Kinsley staring at my dick, so turned on that I glance to see what she’s looking at as well. My cock is jutting upward, strained. The veins in the length pop, the tip of my cock wet with pre-cum.

“How does that feel?” she asks.

“So . . . fucking . . . good,” I say in between short breaths.

Fuck, it feels amazing. My entire body thrums, and she’s not even touching my cock. She keeps one hand on the vibrator, the other one on my thigh. I wish she was naked, I wish she didn’t have to go to work or that I have to go to the ball field today. I wish we could spend endless hours together, in bed, holding each other, hell, going on a date.

But this is what we get right now—a quick release of lust before she has to take off for work.

“Your body is amazing,” she whispers. “Hard, sculpted, thick with muscle, the kind of muscle you only see in magazines, never in person.” Her voice is soft, enticing. “Your legs are powerful, feeling them twitch under my hand is exquisite.” Her thumb rubs over my inner thigh and I feel my cock grow even harder. “And your dick, God, Maddox. Not only is it huge . . .” She starts to move the vibrator, stroking something inside of me that shoots my upper half off the ground—

“Holy shit.” She eyes me and stops. Realizing my mistake, I lie back down and put my hands behind my head. She begins stroking again and I squeeze my eyes shut, gripping the back of my neck so tight that I feel like I’m going to pop my head off. Fuck, what is she doing? How does she know to do that? “I can’t feel my goddamn legs.”

“Not only is your cock huge, but the head is perfect. All I want is to take you into my mouth, swirl your piercing with my tongue, and suck on the tip until you come from head stimulation and nothing else.”

“Shit, Kinsley,” I breathe. I feel like I’m losing all control of my body. With every stroke, it feels like she’s melting my spine, one vertebra at a time. She’s not touching my cock, but it feels like she is, but better.

She stops the movement, pulls the vibrator out a little so I feel at a loss internally. Her thumb grazes my balls as she switches off the vibrator. My cock dips and bobs between us, my chest rises and falls with need as pre-cum drips down my length.

“How close are you, Maddox?”

“I don’t . . .” I swallow. “I don’t even know. I can barely feel anything besides the pressure in my cock, in my balls.”

She takes my balls in her hand and massages them, running her thumb along the underside until she hits my perineum.

“Oh fuck,” I shout just as she turns the vibrator on and moves it up again. This time moving it around in circles.

Stars shoot through my eyes. Everything turns into a blur of dark. My chest heaves off the ground as the build up at the base of my spine spirals out of control. My cock swells to the point of delicious pain, until I explode with euphoric pleasure.

“Motherfucker,” I scream, feeling the strain in my neck, the sharp contraction of my thighs against her touch, the pull and tug that wars between my body as the most explosive orgasm of my life ricochets through my body.

I come up my stomach, my balls tightening and releasing while spurt after spurt falls across my skin.

My breath takes over as she turns off the vibrator and releases it from me, only to turn it back on and rub it over my balls, and up and down my dick, pulling every last drop from me until my hand drapes over my eyes. I feel like I can’t move.

That’s where I stay as I hear her move around me. The faucet turns on and off and I feel her kneel next to me where she lowers her mouth to mine, surprising me with her lips. A warm cloth glides along my stomach, cleaning me up. It’s soothing, the warm towel combined with her gentle mouth, the type of aftercare I’ve delivered before, but never received.

When she pulls away, she presses her hand to my chest and says, “I have to get to work. What time do you get done tonight?”

I groan, really hating life right now. “Late.”

“I’ll wait up.” She presses another kiss to my lips. “Later, Maddie.”

She stands so casually, as if she didn’t just blow my mind. “Kinsley.” I sit up as she looks down at me.

“Hmm?” she asks, her eyes lazy. And holy shit. My girl looks like she’s in ecstasy, as if I just treated her to the orgasm of her life.

“Come sit on my face.”

With a wink she says, “You’re not going to get that lucky today. Have a good day.”

She collects Herman and walks out the door, leaving me naked and alone with the vibrator and lube, completely spent, and wondering how the hell I’m ever going to return the favor. Because, Jesus. Fuck. Never in my life . . . God. I had no idea my Kinsley could so something so fucking sexy. So fucking hot. I will repay that favor. Again and again and again.

I’ve never raced home as fast as I did tonight.

Cory and Jason were even making fun of me because I was a maniac in the locker room, showering and drying off, slipping on my clothes, and then rushing out the door.

I want to get home to my girl. After what happened on the kitchen floor this morning, I don’t want any time wasted.

When we were getting ready for the game, I asked Linc if he had ever had a vibrator shoved up his ass and he said no. When I told him what Kinsley did to me this morning, he was shocked at first, but then green with jealousy. He asked how it felt, if I came hard, if it was weird. I basically told him the only thing better than that orgasm was if Kinsley was on top of me. I have never felt pleasure like that before. It’s as if she got inside my bones and rattled them to the very core.

And she didn’t even fucking touch my cock. It grew on its own. It strained on its own. It searched for more and more until I couldn’t take the pressure building in my balls, in my tailbone, and I exploded. Fuck, I can still feel the pleasure rippling through me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

Itchy to hold her in my arms again, I open the door to the apartment and find Kinsley on the couch with Herman resting on her leg. She’s reading a book and looks adorable in her little pink shorts and matching bedtime top.

When she looks up, a huge smile crosses her face. She sets her book down and runs up to me. She leaps into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist.

“You’re home.” She kisses me gently, slowly despite her fast approach. Her lips seal over mine, sucking, gliding. Her mouth parts, her tongue searches out mine, and I move against the door, leaning for support as her tongue caresses mine. When she breaks our connection, she smiles brightly and says, “You came home faster than I expected.”

I grip her ass and give it a squeeze. “Sprinted out of the locker room.”

She winces and curls into me a little tighter. “Well, maybe you can just hold me tonight?”

“Are you okay?” I ask, walking her over to the couch.

When we sit down, she stays on my lap and rests her head on my shoulder. “Yeah, got my period today.” She glances up at me. “Sorry, closed for business and not feeling too great.”

“Oh shit, do you need anything?” I ask, not really sure what to do in this moment. Jamie never let me know when she had her period. I didn’t have a sister or a mom growing up, so my knowledge about a female menstrual cycle is derived from movies and TV shows.

So, as you can imagine, not much.

“Just rub my back and hold me.”

“You don’t need any pickles or anything?”

“What?” She chuckles, looking up at me. “I think that’s for pregnant ladies. For periods, it’s usually chocolate.”

“Oh, yeah.” I laugh. “Should I get you some chocolate?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “Just hold me.”

I nod against her head, press a light kiss to her temple, and hold her close. “You give me the greatest fucking climax of my life and leave me, naked and spent on the kitchen floor, with thoughts on how I can reciprocate, only to end up with getting your period. How is that fair?”

“My uterus is a nasty wench,” she replies and then reaches out to the side. “I picked up your mail for you while you were gone. This was in there.” She waves a navy-blue envelope at me before sitting up. “It’s from your brother.”