Maverick
I’d fantasized about this woman for months, even thought about asking Dr. Black about her, but I refrained because I could tell there was something deeper between them; they were more than just friends.
My fantasies couldn’t begin to compare to the real thing.
Ajaih Jeffries made my dick hard and my mouth water, so when I arrived at my job’s holiday gala.
She was standing there looking like a dream in a red and gold beaded gown with a split that stopped mid-thigh.
I was in a trance and refused to let the opportunity to stake what was now mine get away from me again.
I knew she and Dr. Black were long-time lovers by the way they ate each other’s pussy last night while I stroked in and out of Ajaih’s tight, fat pussy that squirted like a water hose and creamed.
The whole world knew Dr. Black was married to retired NBA superstar Caleb Black, but I never in a million years expected to learn they were swingers.
I planned to find out more about their arrangement because as I watched her move through the room like a whisper of heat on a summer night, effortless, dangerous, unforgettable, I knew I wasn’t letting her go.
Her caramel-burnished skin glowed beneath the dim lights, each step a silent proclamation of power wrapped in seduction.
Loose waves of hair that had come undone after a night of passion framed her sculpted face, the soft curls tumbling over her shoulders with the kind of grace that couldn't be bought, only inherited.
Her full lips, glossed just enough to catch the light, hinted at secrets better tasted than told.
She wore confidence like she wore her dress, low-cut, unapologetic, and tailored to tease.
Every inch of her was a study in contradictions: soft curves wrapped around a spine of steel, a queen in stilettos who was learning exactly how much power she wielded and exactly how to make you beg for it.
I lay there watching her as she tried her best not to disturb my slumber, but little did she know my body stirred awake the moment I no longer felt her in my arms. I was also intrigued that she was doing the walk of shame in her suite.
“If you need me to leave, I can be out of your way in a few minutes,” the deepness of my voice making her jump slightly as she turned to face me.
“Nurse Carter, if I wanted you out, I would’ve told you.” Her words were full of sass. “I’m going to order breakfast for you, Yanna, and me, if that’s okay with you?”
“Perfectly,” I replied, turned on by her feistiness.
I continued to watch her move, flashbacks of last night and this morning causing my dick to stand tall as I laid completely nude in her bed.
“Freckles, come ride Daddy’s face. My dick is hard watching you, and I need to cum while I tongue fuck you from your pussy to your asshole,” I demanded, no shame in sight. She was my newest addiction, and I needed a fix.
She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned to face me, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she looked me up and down, infatuation and lust covering her body like a cloak as she removed the very robe she’d just put on and sauntered over to me, climbing onto my face.
Spreading her soft, fluffy pussy lips, I slowly licked her from her clit down to her hole and slid my tongue inside as I grabbed her waist and bounced her up and down on my face.
I was eating her pussy so good that her moan was stuck in her throat, so I smacked her round ass and commanded, “LET THAT SHIT OUT!”
“AHHHHHHHH M—MAVVVV,” she yelled as her juices gushed out and all over my face.
“Good. Fucking. Girl,” I praised, her pussy squirting all over my face and chest. My baby was submissive and had a praise kink that I planned to pour into.
MINE.
She leaned forward and licked the precum from my dick, making for the perfect opportunity to slide my tongue inside her pretty ass.
Her body responded to my oral intrusion by squeezing my tongue.
I had no intention of cumming this soon, but her body’s reaction to me in any and every hole caused my seed to shoot all over her pretty mouth and face.
She slid off my tongue, positioning herself between my legs, looking me in the eyes, bold.
Unashamed. Her gorgeous freckled face was covered in my cum as she licked her lips.
My dick jumped. Taking her fingers and wiping some of the mess from her face, she pushed my thighs open and slid them up and down my hole, causing my dick to throb.
“Princess, what the fuck?” a strained moan falling from my lips.
Her fingers pushed inside me, causing my body to buck in pleasure as she used her free hand to stroke my dick, sliding it up and down from the head to the base, applying pressure in her grip.
“Fuckkkk you a nasty little bitch,” I croaked out, my nut rising to the tip of my dick yet again.
Her following words sent me into the orgasmic stratosphere: “You think that’s nasty, just wait until we sucking dick together and I’m deep in you while Yanna is deep in me.”
“FUCKKKKKK,” I roared, my abdomen caving in as I shot every drop of semen left all over her full breasts, my eyes closed because there was no way I could look this woman in her eyes right now without asking her to marry me.
As I lay there trying to regain my composure and settle my thoughts of forever, she called out for Yanna.
“Yes, baby,” she answered, walking into the room, stopping in her tracks at the scene in front of her.
“Come kiss me, please,” she requested softly.
Doing as she was asked, she kissed Ajaih deeply and rubbed my load completely into Ajaih’s skin as if it were the most luxurious lotion on the market, licking her lips after.
“Mmmmm, good morning, you two. I ordered breakfast. It should be here shortly,” she informed us as she exited the room, her round ass jiggling in her silk robe.
My mind was all over the place because not only was I infatuated with Ajaih, but I was extremely aroused by Dr. Black.
Maybe the attraction was beyond the physical; perhaps it was the freedom I had to be myself without judgment or shame.
My love for men didn’t lessen the respect and attraction these beautiful women had for me as a man.
After we got cleaned up, we joined Yanna to eat, and now seemed as good a time as any to ask what I was dying to know.
“So…” I say, pushing a piece of waffle around my plate like it’s the conversation itself, “Can I ask something kind of personal?”
Ajaih raises her eyebrows without looking up from her coffee. “I mean, you can ask. Whether or not we answer depends on how personal it is,” sassy, like I hadn’t put her through the mattress hours earlier.
Layanna, across from me in a loose cream robe and gold anklet, smiles like she already knows where this is going. “Let me guess, it’s about us?”
“Us?” I blink. “Like, me and Ajaih?”
“Not just you two,” she says gently, “The whole... configuration.”
I nod slowly, “Yeah. I mean, I want to understand the dynamics between you two because this weekend’s been... different, fulfilling, and I have to be honest, I’m not letting up on you, Ajaih. And I’m sitting here wondering how this can work and everyone be happy.”
Ajaih finally set her mug down, eyes trained on me.
“You’re not letting up, huh? Lucky for you, I’m not letting up on you either, and happiness is what we make it.
We make the rules because we are the only ones who have to be in the skin we’re in.
How we define that is based on the love and respect we carry deeply for one another and always show through our actions, being vulnerable, transparent, and honest.”
Love.
Her use of the word makes my heart pound against my chest because I’ve used it often in my thoughts when thinking of her.
Layanna leans forward, her voice soft, bringing me back to the conversation at hand.
“But to answer what you’re really asking, Caleb and I are married; we also have a relationship with Dr. Evans and his wife, Dana.
It may seem like a lot, but we’re not one big sexual free-for-all; it’s not like that, all the time,” they giggle.
Getting quiet to take in the info I’d asked for, “See, that’s the kind of clarity I was hoping for.”
“And me?” Ajaih says, leaning back, “I’m somewhere between connection and curiosity. They’ve given me room to figure out what I want.”
Layanna nods, “We all love Ajaih in our own way, but encouraging her to explore? That was intentional. She’s not a possession, she’s a person figuring out her edges.”
Taking in everything they were saying, I asked, more careful now, “Was last night... stepping on toes?”
Ajaih’s lips twitch. “If it was, the toes liked it.”
Layanna laughs into her glass again, “We knew about you, Maverick. We discussed you. Dana said, and I quote, “If he makes her blush, let her have fun, let her explore. We’ll always love her, but we may not be her forever, and she deserves to be open for it when it lands at her feet.”
Blinking, “Wait, y’all had a group conference about me like I was a brunch item?”
“More like a cocktail,” Ajaih says, “Limited edition. Spicy. Goes down easier than expected.” She winked as she licked her lips, causing my body to heat slightly.
I shake my head at her silliness, trying not to laugh. “Okay, wow. That’s both flattering and deeply objectifying.”
Layanna smiles, “Welcome to the life of a dragon.”
“I thought that was a myth.”
“Not if you’re lucky,” Ajaih replies with a giggle.
Ajaih reaches for more bacon. “The point is, it was your honesty and your timing, Mav. I wasn’t trying to be claimed, I was trying to be seen, and you? You didn’t flinch.”
I nod, my voice lower, rougher now, “You looked at me like you’d been holding your breath for years.”
She meets my eyes, “Maybe I was.”
We sit with that for a moment, the playful edge softening into something tangible.
Layanna raises her glass again. “To freedom. To desire. And to not accidentally calling anyone ‘Daddy’ unless you mean it.”
I raise my glass to meet hers, “To clear boundaries and delicious intentions.”
Ajaih grins, lifting her mug. “And to whoever invented room service waffles. Because I’m pretty sure this whole conversation would’ve been harder on an empty stomach.”
Golden hour has taken over the penthouse, the light so soft it feels like a secret. Ajaih’s standing across the room, barefoot, sipping whiskey, robe clinging to her like it knows better than to let go. The rest of the suite is quiet. It’s just us. Layanna stepped out for a spa appointment.
She looks at me with that unreadable calm she wears like armor. “You always this hard to read?”
I grin lazily, “Only when the reader makes it interesting.”
She arches a brow and walks over, her hips carrying more power than she realizes, sinking onto the couch next to me, close enough to feel the heat radiating between us. God help me.
“Tell me something real,” she says, “Something that lets me see more of who Nurse Carter is.”
I don’t answer right away. I rest my arms across the back of the couch, staring past her for a second, trying to decide how much truth to give her.
Then I say it.
“Knox.”
She tilts her head, “That his name or the thing that still holds you closed?”
Shit, she’s sharp. I like that. I can’t wait to love it.
“His name,” I say, “We met in college freshman year. He was my roommate. I’d left home after years of being lied to by my parents and lying to them about who I was.
On the day of move-in, I blurted out to Knox that I was gay and if that was a problem, we needed to change our dorm assignments. We both laughed heartily.
“You meant business,” she said.
“I was determined to be myself out loud and unapologetic in this new phase in my life,” my tone neutral.
“How long?”
“Decades. We grew up together. Figured things out, made mistakes, loved each other the whole time,” the love I had for Knox evident in my voice.
“And?” She probed.
“He got offered this amazing opportunity working in Santorini with a Michelin-starred chef who speaks in grunts and curses. I wouldn’t go, I love Winston Hills, and I love what I do here, but he couldn’t stay.”
She’s quiet. Not judging and just listening. Her undivided attention belonging to me.
“Y’all still talk?”
“We do, and when he’s in town,” I glance down, “We hook up.”
Her breath shifts, but not uncomfortably; it’s more so her taking in the truth and the realness that she asked me for. She doesn’t speak. Doesn’t need to.
“You still love him?”
I nod, slowly, “Yeah. I do. But it’s different now. He’s part of my journey that led to me being the man I am today, and I love and am in love with him, but I need to see where this can go with you.”
She touches my chest then, right over my heart, like she’s checking if it still beats for him, or if there’s room for her.
“Who says you have to choose?” she whispers.
I lean in, so close our mouths are already touching. “How will this work? You make me feel, Ajaih. You’re something I didn’t expect, but I’m wide awake for it.”
Her lips press into mine with a hot hunger, no hesitation.
I kiss her back like I mean it, like I’ve been waiting to taste her since the moment we met.
Every kiss feels like the first kiss. Her robe slips off her shoulders as she straddles my lap, her skin warm and smooth against mine.
I run my hands over her thighs, up her back, wanting more.
“What if you had the freedom to have us both? Love us deep?” she breathes against my mouth.
My body stills, her question stirring something profound in me, my mind sifting through the possibilities.
“Then you’d never regret opening a safe space for me to love you both,” I finally answer.
We stopped talking after that.
Her soft lips find my neck as she moans her arousal, her need, her desire for me. The way her fingers caress me like she’s trying to memorize me. The way we move like we’ve done this before in another life and promised we’d get it right this time.
This isn’t about fixing anything.
It’s not about the right answer.
It’s about truth.
Honesty.
It’s about presence.
Her body. My need. Her name in my mouth like it belongs there.
And for the first time in a long damn time, I can think about the possibilities. I can bring my past with me into my future, and together we can explore what’s next.