Maeve was sitting on the sofa in her caravan, a pillow tight in her hug and tears streaming down her face. She lost it, completely lost it and couldn't help but cry.

She already missed Elsie so much that she hated herself for reporting her mother to social services, but she knew that it was best for her little sister. She had been through a lot as a kid, so she wanted to protect her from all of that.

It was cold and silent in her house. Just the dimmed light from behind her sofa lit up the room.

It was her who did this. She was the reason why everyone let her down and she knew that.

Her eyelids fell close and released another stream of tears, followed by a slight sob. Her head hurt and she felt completely knocked out. This day was a mixture of emotions. The winning of the Quiz finals and then Elsie. She was clever, for sure but maybe it wasn't enough. Maybe she was meant to to get let down by everyone. With a annoyed move she grabbed a tissue from the table and wiped away her tears. It was childish to cry and it only made her headache worse, so she decided to set an end to the day. With a loud breath she stood up, searched for the switch of the lamp and turned it off without looking. She slowly walked towards her bedroom when a knock on her door let her stop.

She sighed once more but stepped back to open it.

»What is it?«, she asked into the cold night without a look to the person in from of the door.

»I- Uh, hey Maeve, have you been crying?«, a deep voice stuttered in front of her when she finally took a look.

»Otis?«, her voice suddenly got extremely soft. His big, bright, insolent good looking blue eyes looked up to her.

»I, uh I couldn't reach you, so I came over to- uh, have you checked your messages?«, he stumbled and nervously touched his neck. His look fell down, then back up. His feet seemed to tremble on the grass.

»Yea, no I switched off my phone. Can't take any people right now. Why are you asking?«, she folded her arms in front of her chest, which automatically brought back her bad-girl attitude. She looked annoyed and kind of angry, but she was glad to see Otis there.

He nervously looked around before he said:

»I need to talk to you. Can I-«, he pointed to the door.

Maeve stepped aside and let him in. He placed his backpack on the ground next to the door, which was shut close by her.

»So? I was about to go to bed.«, she told him a bit harsher than she wanted.

»I am sorry, I- Maeve-«, Otis moved his hand through his hair. His heartbeat was dangerously fast by now.

»Wait.«, he announced and looked at her.

»Otis, you're confusing«, she frowned.

»Why have you been crying? What's up?«, he stepped closer to her. Her arms fell down to each side of her body.

»It's okay. It was a very stressful day that's all«, she lied. Maeve Wiley once more lied to the boy she loved.

Otis just stood there, nodding sympathetically. He had forgotten his words by now. If he was honest with himself he knew that she was lying, but couldn't say anything. It was silent for a while when Maeve broke the silence.

»So, dickhead, what is it? It's really late«

Otis, who has been in deep thoughts, looked into her eyes and without a second though these words slipped out of his mouth. These deeply meaningful three words.

»I love you, Maeve«, his breath stopped, his pupils expanded and his mouth opened a bit.

Maeve turned towards him a bit more, took a step forward and looked into his eyes.

»What?«

»I- uh, sorry, that was-«

»I thought you said you were over me?«

He swallowed and nodded knowingly.

»I told you that I liked you and you told me that you were over me!«, her voice got louder.

»Maeve, please«

»Why are you doing this to me Milburn?«, she stepped even closer, but her face was filled with anger.

»I know what I said and I am so sorry.«, he couldn't stand her look, so he just looked to the ground.

»I love you, dickhead«, she admitted breathless, »But that's not new to you, right?«

She grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him close. It was almost threatening.

»God, I hate you so much«, she whispered into his face.

»Uh, now you're confusing«, Otis felt his legs shaking. His palm slowly getting sweaty and his breath got heavier.

»Oh, shut up!«, she ordered and kissed him in a rush. It was a deep kiss filled with so many feelings that she never wanted it to end.

Their lips crashed together so quickly that Otis almost fell over. He took hold of her hips. It was warm and the shape of her pelvis bones felt amazing underneath his hands. She still held tightly onto his collar. Their breaths seemed to stop for a minute.

»Wait, what?!«, Otis backed off quickly.

Maeve just gave him a confused look, but backed off too.

»This is so… Maeve«, Otis stuttered and avoided to look at her.

»I can't.. Otis, this is so confusing«, she closed her eyes for a second, but stepped back up to him to kiss him once more.

»So-«, lips back on each other.

»freaking—«

»confusing«

He moved back from her face but didn't open his eyes.

»Why are we-«, he kissed her again.

It was like a reflex, that non of them both could suppress.

»Dunno«, her breath got so light, that she almost whined a bit.

Without any other words she took control over him. With a swift move she pushed him against the wall, moved up his shirt to feel his warm skin against her palms.

His chest moved up and down so violently that Otis felt his head spin with pace.

»We can't do-«, he started his sentence but Maeves touch blocked his voice.

Her small fingers ran up his upper body, her eyes fixed on his glaze.

»I know we can't«, she hummed, but placed kisses onto his neck.

»Oh Maeve«, Otis let his voice drop low when he realized that she was actually about to do it.

She continued to place yearning kisses all over his neck, while her hands impatiently stroke over his chest.

She knew what she was doing, when she pulled Otis shirt over his head to throw it on the ground next to them.

His breath got heavier, his eyes darker and his mouth dryer.

»Come with me«, she whispered into his ear when her mouth let go from his soft skin. Goosebumps immediately crawled up his body, when she took his hand and pulled him towards her bedroom.

When the door clicked into the lock her mouth corners moved up slightly. As if she had waited for that for years.

»What do you want me to do?«, she whispered roughly, with a voice that made Otis shiver all over the body.

»Maeve, I really think that we shouldn't do this-«, he let out between his teeth, while he tried to suppress every urge to touch her, but she playfully moved her fingers around his belt buckle. A second later she had pressed her hand against his best part, that grew dangerously.

»Ah, Maeve, that really-«, he swallowed when she opened the belt buckle slowly, with a cold look. She smiled ambiguous, before she opened her mouth.

»I know that you want this.«, she grinned, opened the button of his jeans, »I know how bad you want me«, unzipped the zipper and moved it down in a fast move.

»Yes, bu-«, she shut him up with a deep kiss.

He was loosing his mind. Obviously, because she was there with him, probably about the become intimate with him. It was scary, but more than good.

»You taste so good«, he sighed into her mouth, without really controlling it.

»I know, you want me to…?«, she moved away from his lips, to lick hers provocative.

»Wha-What?«, he felt his hands shaking, his eyes too.

»..to taste you?«, her voice lost tone at the end of her words.

»Mae-«, he stuttered, but felt pleasure filling his stomach when her hand found his part again.

»You don't have to«, he swallowed.

»I want to, sit down.«, she nodded, pushed him down to her mattress.

He let out a desperate sigh. Of course he wanted this. This was Maeve Wiley! Of course he wanted to be with her, but this simply felt confusing.

She kissed him once more, placing her hands onto his bare chest, moving them down teasingly.

With a confident smile she pulled down his boxers, so he was completely exposed to her. He felt insecure to be seen like this, but that didn't matter when she touched him. Her hand found the base of him and made his head spin. He gasped in surprise but shut his eyes close. He felt the pleasure crawling deeper into his body and it felt like he was about to cum, but she let go again.

»Otis.«, she looked at him, when he opened his eyes again.

»I am going to, okay?«

He just nodded, wanted to touch her so bad but was too afraid to.

Before he even had time to think she knelt down before him, tugging her hair back into a lose ponytail. She looked amazing. The most beautiful thing Otis had ever seen, without debate.

She gave him a meaningful look before pushing her lips down.

He was flying, for sure. He had never felt something so good before.

He gasped with every move Maeve made. He was trembling under her touch, but enjoyed it way too much.

Her hands held tight onto his thighs. It was a tight grip, that somewhat hurt, but the untamed pleasure pushed the pain far, far away.

She groaned once in a while, which pushed him even further to the edge.

»Mae-, won't last«, he grounded noiseless.

»It's okay«, she whimpered but continued pleasuring him.

»St-«, he took a deep breath when he felt his orgasm coming closer, »Stop! Please«

He twitched away so Maeve had to back off.

»Sorry, I«, she looked up to him with an unsure mien.

»oh, no. Get up«, he reached down to grab her waist and pulled her up, against his chest, so she fell onto him. Her grasp became silent by Otis' kiss.

»I want to keep it up for you!«, he whispered into her ear which made her smile.

»OT..«, she whispered back and kissed his neck passionately. She took hold of the moment, pulled her Tee over her head, unclipped her bra and threw both of it to the ground. Otis' pupils widened by the look of her. Even when he thought to remember Ruby was beautiful, Maeve was even more beautiful.

»Y-You're beautiful«, he admitted breathlessly, his hand slowly moved up. Still he was too afraid to touch her, but she grabbed his hand, placed it onto her breast and nodded supportively.

»You can touch me! Want you to touch me«, she sighed and Otis noticed her arousal increasing.

He kissed her once again, before getting lost in her.

He tried to touch every inch of her body, and it still wasn't enough.

»Oh«, he whispered in trance, because the feelings took over, »I want you«

»give me a second.«, she kissed him hard, before she crawled off his lap. She stood up, undid her sweatpants and panties, grabbed a condom out of her bedside drawer and looked at him.

»You have done that before, right«, she looked into his gaze.

He swallowed and nodded with a slight hint of panic. Yes, he had sex with Ruby before, but he was drunk and barely remembered anything from that night.

She pointed at the blue foiled package in her hand and asked in a silent voice: »Should I.. or do you want to?«

»you can do it.«, he whispered and moved his eyes up to hers. Suddenly he was as nervous as never before in his life? What if he came as soon as he was inside of her? That would definitely ruin everything.

He reminded himself to stop putting so much pressure on him, but it was nearly impossible.

Maeve was so much more experienced than him, she must expect something good.

Through the stream of his thoughts he hadn't noticed Maeve unpacking the condom in a rough move with her teeth, but when she spit out the edge of the package, he was suddenly well aware.

»That's not the proper way to open a condom. It may be damaged now and— ah god«, he stopped abruptly, his eyes fell shut close, and his breath got heavy again as she rolled it on his length.

»You're not at the clinic here…«, she whispered dangerously slow and aroused. Her legs found their place next to Otis' thighs, her hands his shoulders.

»…Milburn«, was added before she kissed him once again. Her tongue found his and made him gasp in excitement mixed with longing pleasure. How many nights he had spent dreaming about this happening. Carried by his fantasies he placed one hand on her breast, giving it a squeeze that let her gasp louder into his mouth. She smiled softly underneath their connected lips.

»Is that okay?«, Otis voice was shaking by now. He wanted her so badly but their relationship was still so fragile. To be honest it wasn't a very strong, intimate relationship at all, so he tried his best not to creep her away.

»More than okay. Are you ready?«, Maeve voice was so rough and hot by now that he was about to loose his mind.

Before he had any chance to give any form of answer she took him in. Their lips parted for each of them to release a breath. Maeve whined a bit, pushed her fingertips into his neck and rolled off her eyes.

He was exploding in so many ways that it was so hard to stay alive. It was like he was dying in the most beautiful way. The way she looked, right there on his lap, mouth slightly open, eyes shut close, hair almost too perfect on her forehead. How she sounded, how she whined in pleasure and how incredible good it felt to be inside of her.

»O..«, she wanted to call his name but simply couldn't cause Otis placed his hands on her waist, carefully guiding her moves.

It was a like a wave of emotions took control of his body.

Ruby felt good. At least that was what he could remember, but Maeve felt so much better. The way she looked at him, with her mouth slightly opened, her eyes almost shut tight, but her deep dark pupil wrapped the look around him. The way she moved on top of him, tightly around his best part. She was hot and wet, but all of that was unbelievably perfect.

»You're so good«, she hummed against the skin of his neck, placing deep kisses onto it.

»This is good«, Otis answered, his voice cracking under her touch.

It was too much for him. Everything was too much.

»I, uh«, he breathed out as she understood and nodded with whine of pleasure.

»Come for me«

He came just a second later, his eyes squeezed shut, a loud moan releasing his mouth, holding tight onto her hips to keep himself from falling apart completely, as the wave of pleasure rolled down his stomach into her. Literally into her.

His head fell back to the wall, as he opened his eyes to look into her face.

Maeve Wiley, eyes fixed onto his gaze, a wide smile on her face.

»I am sorry«, he hardly caught back his breath by then.

»That was awesome. Don't be sorry«, Maeves right hand found his jawline and covered it softly, her thumb stroking his blushed cheek.

»I literally lasted 3 minutes… that's a poor perf-« she stopped him with a kiss that passionately that he thought his head was spinning again.

»It was good, Otis, okay?«, carefully she stood up from his lap, grabbing her panties from the ground.

»Want to stay the night?«

»Absolutely.«, he nodded, still trying to get back his breath.

He came hard. Too hard for his taste, but still it was perfect.

»Shower?«, she asked him once more, reaching out her hand to invite him to follow her, as he did.

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