Ajaih
I saw him the second he walked in, Nurse Maverick Carter.
As if it was possible, he was finer out of the Naruto, Akatsuki scrubs I’d seen him in weeks prior.
Tall, muscular, smooth as sin in his black-on-black tux with the silk pocket square that whispered wealth but screamed restraint.
My fantasies had become reality as I’d been fixated on seeing his fine ass again.
I asked Layanna about him casually, the days after I was released from the ER.
She said he was the charge nurse of the ER; his colleagues revered him as one of the most brilliant, skilled, and kind nurses they’d ever had the pleasure of working with, even when he floated between other departments to lend his help.
“From what I hear, he’s pretty private,” Yanna went on. So he was the type who handled his personal life like a sculptor, quietly and precisely, keeping the beauty of intimacy intact, not allowing ruin to seep in by leaving the door open, which was perfect for me, I thought.
I wasn’t prepared for how fucking fine this man was tonight, because our last encounter was under stressful circumstances.
In this moment, with a clearer head and the absence of beeping machines and medical emergencies happening around us, I could look at him, and this man was the kind of fine that makes your chest ache because it feels like someone just stole the breath from your body and forgot to give it back.
Skin like deep oak, eyes like late-night confessions.
That beard? Perfect. The kind of perfect you want to trace with your fingertips. Or tongue.
I shouldn’t be looking, or should I? Not like this.
Not in the middle of my lover’s work holiday party, not under the soft gold lights and Lalah Hathaway’s version of “This Christmas,” not when I’m two ginger bourbon cocktails in and trying so damn hard to keep it professional.
But then he looked at me, really looked at me, and in that moment, the floor might as well have disappeared beneath my feet.
He didn’t smile, but the subtle lift at the corner of his mouth, exposing his gold fangs, let me know he knew exactly what he was doing to me as he stared at me unashamedly. It was the kind of look that made promises in a room full of people. Dangerous ones. Slow-burning ones.
Our eyes held for several seconds. Maybe longer. But long enough for me to remember his taste. Long enough for me to remember I’m not built to play it cool. Long enough to know: if he says my name tonight, I might forget every boundary I’ve ever drawn for myself.
And then he walked away. Just like that.
Smooth. Silent. Like the tension in the room hadn’t just snapped taut enough to choke.
I took a slow sip of my drink, praying it’d settle the fire crawling up my spine.
Spoiler alert—it did not. I was engulfed in intrigue, and I decided I was going to learn more about Mr. Carter.
“Maverick has my baby aroused?” I jumped slightly, hearing Yanna’s seductive voice in my ear as she gently stroked my arm.
Feeling comfortable being honest with my lovers, I answered with no hesitation, “Yes, it’s the way he looks at me like he wants to taste every inch of my body.”
“He would be a fool not to,” she replied as Maverick looked at us both, a smirk etched on his beautiful face.
I’d been with Yanna, Caleb, Ahmir, and Dana for over a year now, and all the love they’d promised me had been given freely and in abundance.
I had beautiful relationships with the collective and each person individually, to the point where I had no desire to date outside of them until I laid eyes on Maverick Carter.
I found a safe space with my lovers where I could be myself, I could express myself, and I was encouraged to freely explore my desires, even if it led me in a new direction.
“You should talk to him, feel him out,” Yanna added as she rubbed my hand to reassure me before she stepped away to go mingle with her colleagues.
Caleb would usually be here, but he’d taken a head coach position for the women’s basketball team at Winston Hills University, and the team was traveling for an away game.
Dana and Ahmir had finally gotten around to taking their honeymoon and wouldn’t be back from their three-city tour of Japan for another 10 days, so it was just Yanna and me this weekend.
The party buzzed around me as the sounds of soft jazz, clinking glasses, and the usual shallow compliments dressed up in sequins and cologne carried through the venue.
I told myself to breathe. Just breathe. Maybe he wouldn’t come over.
Perhaps it was all in my head. The electricity that seemed to crackle between us was imagined by me and me alone.
Then I felt it.
That presence.
Maverick’s voice was low, smooth, and far too close to my ear.
“Didn’t expect to see you hiding by the punch bowl,” he leaned over, whispering.
I turned, slow, measured. He was closer than I’d thought close enough that I could see the faint dimple in his left cheek when he wasn’t smiling fully. Close enough to smell cedarwood, bergamot, and heat.
“I didn’t expect you to notice me standing here, people watching,” I responded softly, his domineering energy waking up my inner good girl.
“That’s b.s. and you know it Ms. Jeffries,” him remembering my name caused my body to respond, my nipples puckering as he continued, “I thought about you every day since you landed in my ER, I thought about that kiss that you etched into every fiber of my being, and I can tell by the way your body is responding that you’ve felt my eyes on you since we locked gazes earlier. ”
God, his voice. Deep and steady like rain against a window at night. The kind that made you want to listen even if he wasn’t saying much. A shiver deliciously crept up my spine at his admission.
“So what brought you here tonight? I can tell your coworkers are surprised to see you here.”
“You.”
I froze.
Just for a beat.
Long enough for my stomach to twist and heat to crawl up my spine.
“I was praying there was a small chance that you might be here with Dr. Black.”
He didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. He just took a slow sip of whiskey and let his response hang there between us like a velvet rope.
“I—I don’t understand,” stumbling over my thoughts and words.
“You understand just fine, Freckles, but just so there’s no further confusion, you invade my thoughts daily as if I’ve known you in a past life, but now I need to know you in this one.
You leave me wondering what makes you smile, what makes you cry, and what your favorite candy is.
What makes you cum? What you taste like?
How good you’ll feel when you fall apart beneath me as I stroke you into ecstasy,” he finished, kissing my neck, causing a moan to fall from my lips.
“There she is,” he spoke, the slowness he used to drag each word igniting my need and desire for him that I tried to keep hidden.
“My good girl,” the bass from his voice vibrating against my skin.
We held each other’s gaze, my body ablaze at him, unknowingly calling me by the nickname I’d grown to love hearing fall from my lovers’ mouths, the noise of the party falling away like it knew better than to interrupt whatever this was.
His hands hadn’t touched me. Not yet. But I felt him like a pressure in the air as his presence folded into mine, heating the space between us inch by aching inch.
“Walk with me?”
It wasn’t a question.
It was a door.
And God help me—I was stepping through it.
The holiday party was held at the Winston Hills Grand Marquis Hotel, and many of the employees had gotten a room tonight so they could eat, drink, and be merry. Yanna and I were staying in the penthouse suite, where Maverick and I were headed to…talk.
Us being the only people in the elevator, Maverick used gentle force as he grabbed my throat and pulled me to him, looking into my eyes.
“I’m going to taste you tonight, so feed me every hole, okay?” He demanded while his thumb stroked my throat softly.
“Yesssss,” I moaned out as my pussy started to cream.
“I can’t wait for Dr. Black to watch me slut her princess out,” he winked as his free hand made its way up my dress to the seat of my very wet thong.
“I’m cumminnnnng,” I whimpered at the mere mention of Yanna, my body shaking in a fit of pleasure. Yanna was my kryptonite, and even perfect strangers knew it if they spent more than a few minutes in our presence.
“I thought I found my good girl, but it seems I’m in the presence of a naughty little slut who doesn’t think she has to ask my permission before she can cum,” he scolded me, smacking my pussy, making her squirt.
“Ahhhhhhhhh,” moans continuing to fall from my lips.
An elevator ride never felt longer than it did now as my need to be pleased to completeness overtook my body, mind, and soul. Finally making it to the suite door, I fumbled with the key because Maverick’s hands and lips were all over me.
“Princess, hurry up, Daddy is hungry,” he commanded as he bit my neck and applied enough pressure to leave a subtle bruise of ownership.
Making our way inside, you would think my gown was on fire the way Maverick was trying to remove it from my body.
Urgency, need, and desire were evident in every caress, every stroke of his fingertips against my skin.
Standing in nothing but my wet thong, Maverick marveled at my body, circling me like a predator who’d trapped his prey.
“You gone stare or you gone eat?” I asked, “I thought Daddy was hungry.”
A chuckle tumbled from his beautiful lips while he slid the soaked underwear down my thick thighs before lifting me, a gasp falling from my lips as he placed me on his shoulders with my back against the wall.
He was face to face with my sex as he murmured, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” before running his nose up and down my drenched, needy pussy, finally wrapping his lips around my pulsating clit, sucking her with surgical precision.
“Ohhhh, Maverickkkkkk,” I moaned out, gently rotating my hips as he French kissed my pussy repeatedly.
I played with my nipples as he continued his oral assault, my juices running out of me like my release switch was set to on.
The way he was eating my pussy with expertise made me wonder if he was joking about being gay because this man was an EATER through and through.
As if I couldn’t get any more aroused, I thought about him giving fellatio with the same expert knowledge he was eating my pussy with, and my body started to tingle as my orgasm surged through me unexpectedly.
“Ohhhhhh, Maverick, FUCK, mmmmmm,” the expletives and incoherent babble rolled off my lips as I creamed all over his face as he reached up and played with my nipples.
“Mmmmhmmm, give it here, pretty girl,” he demanded as I continued to explode.
Finally coming down from a high only an orgasm can give, Maverick slid me slowly down his body until my aching center was touching his rigid erection. Staring into his wet face, I smirked at my handiwork.
“Lick it off,” the bass in his voice making my clit thump.
Wrapping my hands around his throat, I pulled his face to mine, letting my tongue dart out as I slowly began to lick and savor the mess I’d made from Maverick’s face, feeling his dick get harder beneath me.
“Coming across a man who loves sensory play as much as I do was not on my bingo card,” I whispered against his mouth, watching his eyes darken even more with lust. I rubbed the pads of my thumbs down his throat and back up, his body jerking lightly at my sensual touch.
“Mmmm, so responsive, open,” I ordered as I kissed him slowly and nastily, leaving a string of saliva that he gladly savored and swallowed.
I was wide open and ready to feel him inside me, so I reached between us, grabbing what felt like inches of hard girth that never stopped. He was long, thick, and fully prepared to please me as I placed the head of his dick at my leaking opening.
“You can punish me later, but right now, I need you,” I moaned out breathily.
Understanding my need and urgency, his hips pushed forward, his dick sinking into me as he stretched my walls so deliciously, pain that instantly gave way to pleasure. I was vulnerable, bare, but empowered.
“Don’t ever apologize for taking what you need from me,” he gritted as he held my throat, making me look him in those beautifully dark eyes as he stroked into me with the perfect balance of power and gentleness.
“You need my dick? Please take it. Need to fuck my face? Ride it. You need my money? Spend it. You need my attention? Interrupt whatever has it and TAKE IT,” his eyes closed, trying to fight off the inevitable orgasm threatening to detonate between us.
“I need you to look at me so I can see just what this pussy is doing to you,” my command causing his eyes to open and look at me, perspiration giving a beautiful sheen to his dark skin and muscular body.
The sound of clicking heels pulled my eyes from his to the sway of Yanna’s hips heading towards us in nothing but her heels.
“Perfect timing,” he said as he grabbed my face, forcing my eyes back to his.
We’d been so submersed in each other that we never heard Yanna come in, yet here she was nude, skin sparkling from the body shimmer she loved, sliding her hand between Maverick and me as he continued to pump in and out of me.
Yanna’s touch made me wetter and Maverick harder, as she took my nipple in her mouth.
“Needy little pussy is taking this big dick so good,” she cooed.
“Dr. Black, if you keep touching me like this, I’m going to cum all in your Princess,” he croaked out, barely holding on.
“It’s just Yanna or Mistress, depending on how you want this night to continue,” her eyebrow raised with intrigue, “She’s your Princess too now.
The look in your eyes say you’re not letting her go after tonight,” she winked as she tongue kissed me then turned to tongue kiss Maverick as well, sending us both over the edge as we exploded making a delicious mess that was seeping from my puffy pussy lips.
Yanna lowered to her knees as she began licking up the mess we’d made as it continued to leak from inside me, triggering yet another release I wasn’t expecting.
“Babyyyyyy, oh my God, please,” I managed to get out as Maverick kept his dick firmly planted inside, intensifying my explosion.
“Good girl,” he whispered, kissing my lips, as he carried me to the room to continue what we started.