20. Maverick
TWENTY
I didn’t planfor this to happen when I knocked on her door.
If I wanted a naked girl in bed with me, I could have answered any of the three dozen Instagram DMs blowing up my phone.
But here I am.
On my knees between Emerson’s legs. Leaking in my briefs like a horny fucking teenager when she tips her thighs wide open, teasing me within an inch of my life.
She has to be doing it on purpose.
There’s no other explanation for why I’m teetering on the brink of insanity and she’s smirking at me.
Fuck.
I can’t stop looking at her.
Her tits are pretty and full and the perfect size to fit in my hands. When I reach up and roll a hard nipple between my finger and thumb, she lets out a pleased sigh that goes straight to my dick.
God damn.
The things I want to do to this woman.
There’s a list a mile long and not nearly enough time.
I want to wrap my hand around her throat and finish all over her chest. Smear my cum down her stomach and paint a picture. Maybe write out the word mine so everyone else stays the fuck away.
I might only have her for one night—an hour at best—but I’m going to ruin her so badly no one will ever measure up to me.
The next time someone kisses her, she’s going to wish it were my mouth on hers.
The next time someone touches her, she’s going to wish it were my fingers trailing down her body.
The next time someone fucks her, she’s going to wish it were my cock buried inside her.
“Am I being good, Emmy?” I twist her other nipple, and her back arches off the bed. “Good enough to touch the rest of you?”
“Yes,” she rasps, a needy noise from the back of her throat. I can’t wait to fuck her mouth and see what other sounds I can get her to make. If she’ll gag or moan. Maybe she’ll laugh. “Such a good boy. You can touch me wherever you want.”
I grin smugly at her praise and move my attention away from her tits. I don’t have a lot of time, and I’m not leaving this room before I get a chance to taste her.
I spot something on the underside of her ribs, and I tilt my head to get a better look.
“One of your tattoos?” I ask.
“Yeah.” Emerson puts her hand over mine. She guides the tips of my fingers to the shape of an hourglass with half the sand already gone. “A reminder that life is short.”
“I like it.” I press a kiss to the design and run my tongue over the spot I just touched. She’s warm and soft, and I know her pussy is going to feel the same way. “Where’s your other one?”
She moves our hands to the top of her underwear. The purple scrap is made of lace and bows and way too many fucking strings.
“Here.” She taps her hip, and I spy a bouquet with yellow and orange and bright pink flowers. A bow tied around the stem that forms a heart. “I like all the colors.”
“So do I.” I rub my thumb across the artwork. Trace the petals and the basket they all sit in, and I kiss that one too.
“Maverick,” she whines, and I blow out an unsteady breath.
Jesus Christ.
I want to hear her say my name like that every day for the rest of my life.
My dick turns rock hard. It takes every bit of my waning self-control to not give myself a quick jerk. To not hold the back of her head and make her choke on my cock like she mentioned earlier.
What is she going to sound like when I make her come? When I make her take every inch?
“And look at this pretty thing.” I brush my fingers over the front of her thong. I snap the waistband sharp against her skin and her groan echoes in the room. “Who knew this was under your jersey?”
“I’m sweaty and gross in my uniform and pads. I know no one sees them, but I like to wear something for myself. Something that makes me feel sexy and… and like a woman.”
“You’re all woman, baby.” I pull her underwear taut, wedging the thin material between her pussy lips. “I mean, fucking look at you.”
“You said you were going to use your tongue.” Emerson squirms on the sheet. “Do you need a lesson in female anatomy?”
“I don’t think I need any lessons, Red.”
“Are you sure about that? I don’t see your tongue anywhere near my body.”
“I think I’m doing an okay job.” I yank the underwear down her strong thighs and pull it off her legs. I wrap the lace around my wrist, a souvenir I’m absolutely taking home with me, and grin when I see her pussy. Glistening, pink. Wet and fucking ready for me. I use two fingers to spread her open, and I laugh. “You’re drenched, aren’t you? And I haven’t even touched you yet.”
She lets out an angry huff. “I’m not drenched because of you.”
“Yeah?” I challenge. “Who else has you turned on like this?”
Her grin is dangerous. “Hudson. Grant. Liam. Anyone but you.”
I sit up tall on my knees and lean forward so I can kiss her and shut her up. I press my lips to the corner of her mouth and she turns her head, answering me enthusiastically.
Teeth. Hands. The bump of her nose. A moan when I bite that sexy bottom lip of hers and a whimper when I drag my tongue over the mark to soothe the sting.
“Maybe I should stop. Or watch from the chair. I could make you put on a show for me without ever giving you my cock. It’s what you get for mouthing off and being a fucking brat.” I grip her chin, leaving room for her to pull away if she wants an escape. “I don’t fucking share.”
“Don’t you dare stop, Miller,” she practically growls. “You know I’m not going to any of their rooms tonight.”
She sure as shit isn’t.
“How do you like it?” I rock back on my heels and kiss both of her knees. I run my hands up her thighs and spread her legs wider to make room for my shoulders. “Fast? Slow? Soft? Rough?”
“No one’s ever asked me that before.”
“Never? What kind of assholes have you been with?”
Emerson scoffs but doesn’t answer the question.
It’s probably for the best.
The idea of someone else having her like this—red hair everywhere. Pink cheeks and hard nipples. A softness to her movements. It makes something roar inside me.
“I like slow,” she finally says. “I like when someone takes their time and lets me enjoy it. But I like it rough too. You don’t have to be gentle or careful with me.”
“Gentle and careful are the last things I’m going to be with you.” I drag my thumb down the column of her throat. I add a little bit of pressure right at her windpipe, and I hum when she doesn’t pull away. “I’m going to make a mess of you, Emmy girl.”
She shivers. “I’d like that.”
“Here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to eat you out. Fuck you with my fingers and get you nice and stretched out. Then I’m going to fuck you into the mattress and make you come again—the second time is going to be around my cock. You’re going to tell me when you like or don’t like something. After, I’m going to ask you my question of the day then tuck you in before you can kick me out.”
“You’re awfully confident.” Emerson blinks down at me with hazy eyes. She looks a little drunk. Totally sexy. “I’ve never come from sex before, so good luck with that.”
I lift an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really?”
“Really. It’s always too much dick and not enough hands. Close, but not all the way there.”
“Good thing I know how to use all my appendages. We’re done talking. I want you to lie back and hold your legs open. Get comfortable, baby, so I can take a good look at that pretty cunt of yours.”
She trails her hand up her legs. Grasps her thighs so I can see every inch of her, and I almost forget my name.
My cock aches, but I know if I touch myself, it’s going to be game over.
So I touch her instead, dragging a single finger through her slit and pushing inside until I reach my first knuckle. We groan at the same time, and I scoot closer, desperate for more of her.
“Fuck. You’re so tight, Emmy,” I breathe out, and now I feel drunk. Tipsy off the feel of her stretching around me and the sound of her rough exhale.
“I like when you call me that,” she whispers, like she’s afraid to admit it.
“So do I.” I rub the tendons and muscles on her thigh, my thumb stroking higher up her leg. “Can you relax for me? There you go. Atta girl. That’s good.”
“More.” Emerson trembles, and she pulls her knees close to her chest so I can get deeper. “Give me more, Maverick.”
I’ll do anything when she calls me that. When she looks at me with wide eyes and a swollen mouth.
“Say please,” I say. She scowls, and I don’t care. It’s payback for telling me the other guys on the team were the ones to get her wet. “Say please, Emmy, and I’ll do everything you want.”
There’s a war raging in her head, but when she tips her head back, I know I’ve won.
“Please, Maverick,” she says.
“You can do better than that. If you’re going to be fucking desperate, you can at least look at me when you beg for more of my fingers.”
She lowers her chin. Her eyes are dark, and I’m not sure if she wants to kill me or kiss me.
Probably both.
“Please give me two fingers, Maverick. Give me three fingers and your tongue. Use my toy under the pillows. I don’t care whatyou give me, but give me something.”
“Was that so hard?” I ask.
I slip another finger inside her before she can protest anymore. When I get past my second knuckles, I curl them, and she groans.
I love sex, but I love this more.
Going slow.
Learning her body.
Finding the rhythm she likes and repeating it again and again.
“I hate you,” she whispers, but she squirms on the sheets. Drops one hand away from her leg and brings it to her tit, pinching her nipple hard.
“Say it again,” I murmur. I press down on her stomach with my free palm, my fingers splayed out and stroking her skin. I can’t get enough of her, and I want to touch her everywhere. “You know how much it turns me on.”
Whatever other taunt she wants to add dies in her throat when I add a third finger at the same time as I lick her pussy and bury my tongue in her.
She tastes like heaven.
One fucking second inside her, and I’m already an addict.
Nothing is ever going to be this good again.
I sneak a look at her, just to make sure she’s enjoying herself, and that was a fucking mistake.
She’s thoroughly wrecked; a sheen of sweat on her skin. Panting and shaking with parted lips like she’s trying to tell me something.
I loop one arm under her and drag her so she’s almost at the edge of the bed. I put her feet on my shoulders and dip my head lower, holding her open as I circle her clit.
“Maverick.” Her toes curl and dig into my muscles. She grabs at my hair. “Right there.”
“I thought I needed a lesson in female anatomy. You still going to teach me, Red?”
“No.” She shakes her head frantically, and a bead of sweat rolls down her shin. I reach up and lick it away. “It’s good. So good. No one’s ever?—”
“No one’s ever what?”
“Made me come like this,” Emerson says, and that makes me want to burn the fucking world down. “With their tongue on me.”
“We’re changing positions.” I lift her in my arms and crawl onto the bed. She holds onto me, and I drop her near the headboard. “Sit on my face.”
“What?” She looks at me like she’s in a fog. “What was—I was so close!”
“I’ll get you there again.” I lie flat on my back, my head against the pillows. “No one’s ever made you come like this because you were with boys before. I’m a man, and I told you I like to eat. Now fucking sit.”
I don’t give her a choice, lifting her up and setting her on my face.
“Fuck,” she cries out.
“Open your legs nice and wide. Death by your pussy is the only way I want to go, and I’m not going to stop until you come on my tongue.”
She settles into the position and shifts her weight forward. Her legs shake around my cheeks, squeezing my ears, and her breathing turns rough.
I cup her ass cheeks, my nails digging into the swell of her curves, and she grinds against my mouth.
“There you go,” I say, and I bite the inside of her thigh. “Take what you need. Use me. Show me how much you hate me.”
“I don’t,” she says, and she yanks on my hair again. “Not when you do that. Maverick. I’m going to come. Please. Can I?—”
“I’ve got you.” I squeeze her ass impossibly hard. “Come for me, Emmy girl. Let me taste you.”
She trembles above me, and I laugh against her clit when she shoves my face deeper between her legs, like she wants to suffocate me.
I don’t think she realizes this isn’t torture, but paradise.
I can tell the second she breaks. She leans forward and almost falls over. Her hands hit the wall, bracing herself upright, and she chants my name over and over again through a broken sob.
I’m going to be thinking about that for months.
I don’t stop, taking her all the way through her orgasm until her legs loosen their grip and she moves off of me into a heap of tired limbs.
I look at her, and she’s even more beautiful now than she was ten minutes ago. I reach over and trace her lips with my fingers. When she opens her mouth, I press down on her tongue.
“Suck,” I tell her.
Her eyes flutter open and lock on mine. She sucks my fingers with so much enthusiasm, I go out of my mind wondering what it’s going to be like when she sucks my cock. When she finishes, I drag my thumb across her bottom lip and pat her cheek.
“My good Emmy girl,” I murmur, and she lights up. Rolls onto her side and looks at me. “Did you like that?”
“Is this the post-orgasm survey?” She gives me a dopey smile, still clearly floating high above the clouds. So fucking beautiful. “The part where I give you feedback?”
“What kind of feedback do you have for me?” I prop myself up on an elbow and run my wet fingers over her tits. “Tell me how I can improve.”
“That was—” Her throat bobs. “Nice.”
“Nice?” I repeat. “That’s it?”
“Satisfactory.”
I lean closer to her, nose brushing against hers. “Admit it. That was the best orgasm of your life.”
“It was decent enough,” she murmurs, and she kisses me. I cup the back of her head and wrap her hair around my wrist, right there with her underwear. “Got the job done.”
“Sounds like all that talk about hating me was just bullshit, wasn’t it?”
“I like your tongue. And your fingers. That’s it.”
“What about my cock?” I shove my free hand in my briefs and drop my head back when I think about how tight she’s going to be around me. “Do you like that too?”
“I don’t know.” Emerson sits up and swings her legs on either side of my hips, straddling me. She rubs her pussy over the front of my briefs, and I hiss. “Guess we’ll have to find out.”
“Condom,” I say, but it probably comes out like a garbled mess. She’s rolling her hips and I’m seeing stars. Six seconds away from sinking into her right here, right now. “My wallet.”
“You carry a condom around with you?”
“I like to be prepared. You should be grateful—otherwise we wouldn’t be able to do this.”
“That’s not true.” She climbs off me, and I watch the sway of her hips as she walks to my sweatpants. I stare at the shape of her ass as she bends down, looking at me over her shoulder. “We could just not use one.”
I groan. “Don’t say things like that. It’s going to make me want to do this with you again.”
“Too bad.” The mattress sinks under her weight, and she kneels next to me. “Once is all you get, pretty boy.” My cock twitches at the nickname and my cheeks turn pink. “Oh,” she whispers, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You like when I call you that, don’t you?”
“Yeah. More than I’d like to admit.” I swallow and grab her wrists, pulling her toward me so she’s in my lap. “I do get off on this power dynamic of ours, but right now, I’m the one in control. Take off my briefs, Hartwell, and open your mouth.”