Page 49 of Peak’s Code

“I—I haven’t even had time to shave my legs,” she insisted.

He ran his hands up her legs and smiled at her. “I don’t give a fuck about a little bit of stubble on your legs, honey,” he said. She gifted him with her shy smile and his entire world felt right.

“I need to see the rest of you, honey,” he ordered. He tugged her jeans down her legs, and she quickly stripped out of them, tossing them to the end of the bed. His fingers flexed in her fleshy ass, and she shamelessly rubbed herself against him.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she breathed. He smiled at her and pulled his T-shirt over his head. Her hands were everywhere, and he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to maintain any control with her touching him the way that she was.

She shimmied down his legs and settled between them. He felt like he was holding his damn breath, waiting for what she was going to do next. Maeve unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, letting his cock spring free, and she smiled up at him.

“And here I thought that I was the only one not wearing any undergarments,” she teased. He planned on telling her that he never wore underwear, but explaining how he liked to go commando went out the window when she wrapped her hands around his dick. She pumped him in and out of her palms, and he nearly came in her hand.

“That feels so fucking good, honey,” he rasped.

“Then this is going to feel amazing,” she said as she dipped her head to suck his cock into her hot mouth. She was right—it felt fucking amazing, and Peak knew that he wasn’t going to last very long with her working his shaft in and out of her mouth.

Maeve swirled her tongue around his erection, and when he thrust to the back of her throat, she took all of him, moaning around his cock. “Shit, honey,” he growled. “I’m going to come.” He tried to pull out of her mouth, but she wrapped her hands around him and didn’t let up.

“Maeve,” he shouted. She giggled and hummed around his cock, and that was all it took for him to lose himself in her mouth. He shot his seed down her throat, and she took everything that he gave her, sucking him completely clean.

She looked quite pleased with herself, and he was having trouble making words come out of his mouth. “Come here,” he ordered. She crawled back up his body, doing as he asked, and when she got to his waist, he tugged her up to sit on his chest. “I’m going to need you to sit on my face, baby,” he said.

“Wait—what?” she asked.

“You heard me, sit on my face so that I can eat your pussy, Maeve,” he ordered.

“I don’t think that I can do that, Peak,” she almost whispered.

“Oh, you can do it, and you will. Don’t get all shy on me now, honey,” he said.

“I’ll crush you,” she said, looking down her body and back at him as though trying to prove her point. She was curvy, but in all the right ways, and there was no way that he’d let her get away with doing what she had just done to him and not returning the favor.

“I promise that you won’t crush me, baby. Can you just trust me?” he asked. Peak knew that Maeve wasn’t someone who trusted easily. He’d figured at least that much out about her in the short time that they had known each other.

“Okay,” she whispered, “but if I hurt you, you’ll tell me, right?” He crossed his heart with his finger, and she giggled. That was the only green light that he needed from her. Peak grabbed handfuls of her ass and hauled her up his body, lining up her pussy with his mouth.

“You smell amazing,” he breathed. Maeve tried to move away from him, but he held her in place. “Nope, you don’t get to run from me, honey,” he said.

“Then don’t say things like that,” she breathed.

“I can’t help it,” he said. “You drive me crazy, Maeve.” She stopped fighting him, and when she settled on top of him, he ran his tongue through her drenched folds. God, she tasted even better than she smelled, but he wasn’t about to tell her that now. It would have her trying to escape again, and he wanted to finish what they had started because all he could think about was getting inside of her.

She rode his mouth, gifting him with her breathy little sighs and moans, and when he grabbed her hips and tugged her closer to make a meal out of her, she lost all control. She shouted out his name, and he took some sick satisfaction in knowing that everyone in the rooms next door would know exactly what he was doing to her.

“Fuck, I love the way you tasted, honey,” he said when she collapsed onto the bed next to him. Peak pulled her into his arms, and she willingly let him. “Tell me that you’re still good, honey, because I’m not finished with you.”

She nodded, still trying to catch her breath, as he pulled her under his body. He wasn’t gentle with her, but Maeve didn’t seem to mind. He buried himself inside her body with one thrust, loving the way that she moaned out his name. “God,” she breathed, “I feel so full.” He kissed his way down her neck, giving her time to adjust to him filling her, but his cock was screaming at him to get on with it.

“Tell me that you’re good, honey,” he begged.

“I’m good, Peak. You can move,” she said. He pumped in and out of her body, loving the way that she responded to him. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he knew that she was close.

“I’m going to come again, Peak,” she shouted.

“Good,” he growled. “I am too.” As soon as he felt her pussy spasm around his cock, he lost himself deep inside of her. There was no telling where she ended and he began, but that was fine with him. For some crazy reason, Maeve had wormed her way into his heart, and he knew that letting her go wasn’t going to be easy—or even possible- but he’d just have to figure all that out later. Right now, all he wanted to do was hold Maeve for the rest of the night.

“I won’t let anyone touch you, honey,” he breathed. “I’ll keep you safe.” Keeping her safe was his top priority, and he knew that it didn’t matter what it took to do it, because he’d sacrifice just about anything to keep that promise to her.

Peak woke before dawn with Maeve curled against his side. For a long moment, he didn’t move. The storm had weakened sometime during the night, but rain still tapped against the motel window in a soft, steady rhythm. The old air conditioner had stopped humming when the power went out, leaving the room filled with the sounds of the weather, Maeve’s quiet breathing, and the occasional groan of the building settling around them.