Chapter Maverick ’Blue’ Carter
MAVERICK “BLUE” CARTER
Knox had me face-down, ass up, one hand splayed between my shoulder blades, pressing me into the mattress like he owned me, because right now, he fucking did.
I could barely think, as my mouth hung open, moaning into the sheets, as every calculated thrust of his fat dick made my spine arch and my eyes roll back.
He was so deep I could feel him in my chest, rearranging my inside to fit perfectly to the dick I loved with everything in me.
“Goddamn, baby,” he growled, dragging his teeth over my shoulder as his hips smacked against my ass, hard, wet, and with fury.
“You’re fuckin’ dripping for me,” his voice ragged with pleasure.
I was. Not only could I feel the slick slide of him gliding in and out of me, but I could hear it.
There was nothing quiet about this, not the slap of his skin against mine, not my gasping breaths, not the filthy praise pouring from his mouth.
He reached under me, wrapped his hand around my already twitching dick, and stroked me with purpose.
“You gonna cum for me again?” he murmured in my ear, “You got one more in you, Daddy?”
“F—fuck yes,” I choked out, thighs trembling, body burning.
He shifted his angle, thrusting slower, but remaining buried deep until he hit that spot that made me see stars. My legs gave out, and the moan that ripped from me sounded nothing like a man in control. It was high, broken, desperate.
“That’s it,” he said, voice thick, “Take every inch. Milk this dick like you need it.”
“I do,” I gasped, dizzy from how fucking full I felt. “I fucking need you, Knox.”
His hand tightened around my throat, not squeezing, just holding, possessing me, grounding me. I loved it, I loved him.
He grunted, fucked into me eratically, faster, chasing both our highs. My orgasm hit like a goddamn lightning strike as my whole body convulsed, my release spilling between my stomach and the sheets as I cried out into the pillow.
“Shittttttttt—Mav,” he cursed, digging his nails into my hips, then his hips jutted forward, giving me one more deep stroke as he cursed and spilled inside me, warm and thick, his hips jerking with every pulse.
We collapsed together, tangled and wrecked. His breath was hot against my neck as I closed my eyes, letting myself feel him one last time. Skin to skin. Knox had been my safe space, my home.
And then—
“I’m moving to Greece.”
I froze.
The words didn’t compute at first. I turned my head toward him slowly. “You’re what?”
He brushed sweat from my forehead like we were having a casual post-fuck chat.
“I took the job with Lefteris. He’s opening a sister restaurant in Santorini and wants me to come be his sous chef.”
I sat up on my elbows, cum still slick on my stomach, his still inside me, and somehow I felt completely fucking empty.
“When?” My voice was flat.
“End of the month.”
Just like that, no warning, no heads-up, not even after he’d been buried inside me like he was trying to etch himself into my soul.
“You came in me and then dropped a plane ticket on my ass?” I laughed, but it cracked in the middle, “You serious right now?”
Knox sat up, eyes calm, unreadable, “I didn’t want to say it before. I wanted tonight to be… ours.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“And after tonight?” I asked quietly, “What are we?”
He didn’t answer. His silence told me everything.