21. Emmy
TWENTY-ONE
I’ll never tellhim this, but Maverick Miller did give me the best orgasm of my life.
My body is still humming, and I feel weightless. Blissed out in and in some transcended state.
“Why are you smiling?” Maverick asks, a rasp that makes my nipples turn to points. “Did I do that?”
“I’m not smiling.” I squirm on his lap and glance down at him, surprised to find him already looking at me. His skin is tinted pink. His hair is a mess, and there is a mark on the side of his neck where I pressed my thighs into him. “You’re delusional.”
He grins up at me and cups my cheeks. “You’re fucking cute. I wish I had my phone so I could take a picture of you right now and make it my lock screen.”
“You just want a photo of my tits.”
“Not totally wrong, but I like this more.” He adjusts our positions so he can reach up and kiss me. “Seeing you happy,” he murmurs against my mouth.
In my twenties, I would’ve fallen for that line.
At thirty, I know it’s a part of this fantasy we’ve stumbled into.
An hour of pretend before we go back to how we were earlier in the night: quips and barbs and two people who could not be more opposite.
“You’ll never get me to smile,” I say.
“But I can get you to come on my tongue. Some might say that’s better than a smile.”
Heat rolls through me at the thought of his hands between my legs. The slick glide of his fingers and the sparkle in his eye when he called me Emmy girl.
I’m not well versed in face sitting, but Maverick deserves an A-plus. A gold star for enthusiasm and delivery and audience participation.
“Satisfactory, remember?” I say, and his laugh is a rumble beneath me.
“Nice, I think you said.” He pulls down on my bottom lip and presses his thumb on my tongue, just like he did with his fingers. “Are you going to let me fuck you?”
“Yeah,” I manage to get out, and moisture builds between my legs. “We’re definitely doing that.”
Maverick leans back and puts his hands behind his head, a vision of lazy arrogance. My underwear is still wrapped around his wrist, and I wonder if he’s going to try to take it back to his room with him.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
I roll my eyes but hook my fingers in the waistband of his briefs, desperate to feel him without any restrictions between us. I shimmy his underwear down his legs until they loop around his ankles, and my mouth pops open.
His cock is thick and hard. A long length, and easily the biggest I’ve ever seen. Pre-cum glistens on the head, and a smug part of me revels in knowing he enjoyed getting me off as much as I enjoyed him doing it.
“You absolute asshole,” I whisper.
He strokes himself up and down. A dimpled smirk pulls at the corner of his lips when I follow the bob of his hand. “Average, right?”
“You know there’s not a damn thing about you that’s average.” I rest my palms on his chest and drag my nails down his skin, leaving little half-moon marks behind. “What do you want me to say? That you’re not going to fit? Because I’m not sure you are.”
“We’ll get you there.” He lets go of his cock and gives my hip two taps. “Go to the end of the bed and lie on your back.”
I move at his command because the man is wielding a fucking weapon.
I scoot across the wrinkled sheets and prop my legs up. My neck hangs over the edge of the mattress, and I wait for what he’s going to do next.
Maverick climbs off the bed and walks until he’s standing above me. He strokes himself, fingers curled around his shaft, and I take a steadying breath.
“Do you still want to choke on my cock?” he asks, and there’s a pang in my chest at his question. That he’s taking the time to make sure I’m in agreement about something I said off-handedly and not rushing in without asking.
I nod, my eyes set on him. “I do.”
“Do you trust me?”
I tip my head farther back, wanting to make my intent clear. “I trust you completely, Maverick.”
His grin is stunning, a burst of joy that explodes into a thousand colors across his face.
I’ve never seen something so beautiful.
This is just sex,my head screams, a reminder I need as he runs his thick cock over my lips. You’re not going to fall for his charm.
“Open up, Emmy girl. It’s time for you to deliver on that promise.”
I shiver at the affectionate name and open my mouth wider. Salty pre-cum sticks to my tongue, and I lick him from the base of his shaft to the tip eagerly. I hollow out my cheeks, and when he comes close to hitting the back of my throat, my eyes explode with tears.
“There you go.” Maverick rests his large hand around my throat, and my pulse jumps at the pressure he adds. “You’re doing so well.”
He wipes the tears away from my cheeks with his thumb, and I don’t bother to make this pretty.
It’s sloppy. Drool hangs from the corner of my mouth and the sound of my gagging fills the room. I don’t stop, taking him deeper until he bottoms out, then I cup his balls in my hand.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, tugging on my hair. “I think that’s enough.”
“But I haven’t choked yet.” I put my mouth back on him and swallow. “You can give me more than that, can’t you, hot shot?”
“Your compliments really help my confidence, Red.” Maverick pulls out of me with a pop, and I blink up at him. “Look at you all messy. So beautiful.”
“You did say you were going to make a mess out of me.” I slip my hand between my legs and tease my sensitive clit with a gentle brush of my fingers. Tasting him turned me on. “What do you like, Maverick? What makes you feel good?”
“You,” he says, and he hauls me across the bed until he settles against the pillows. “You’re more than enough.”
“Do you tell all the girls that?” I ask into his neck as he lies on his back and sets me on top of him, my legs on either side of his hips.
“No.” He takes my hand in his and kisses my palm. “I’ve never told anyone that. You’re the only one.”
I know I’m in a fog of lust, but I believe him.
I hear the honesty in his words, and that terrifies me.
No one’s ever made me feel like the only one, but somehow, in a hotel room high above the city of Chicago, I’m suddenly special.
“Condom?” I ask before the moment gets too heavy, and Maverick nods.
He rolls the latex down his length and lines up with my entrance. His eyes lock on mine, and there’s a moment where we both hesitate, like the second he sinks into me, we know the dynamic between us is going to change.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, and his eyes flash with heat. “Please.”
He grips my thighs so tight, I know I’m going to be covered in bruises that match his fingerprints tomorrow. He lifts his hips, and the head of his cock pushes inside me. We groan in unison, and my breath gets tangled in my chest.
“Okay?” Maverick slurs, and he sits up so he can take my breast in his mouth. His teeth bite down on my nipple, and I sigh. “Want to get deeper, baby. Need to fuck you right.”
Baby.
I like when he calls me that too.
It feels precious, like I’m adored.
And from the way he looks up at me with his cheek against my chest, I think I might be.
I tip my knees open wide and lower my hips, sinking down on him until the stretch becomes too much. Until I’m so full, my vision goes blurry and a warm and wonderful sensation starts to build in my stomach.
“I can’t take anymore. It’s too much,” I say.
“Shit. I’m not even halfway in, Emmy,” he says, and he drops his hand between my legs. His fingers touch my clit, and he uses my wetness to rub through the ache.
“Of course you aren’t, you asshole,” I say around a gasp, and he smiles against the curve of my shoulder.
“We’re going to make it fit.”
“How? Are you going to chop off four inches?”
His laugh is warm on my skin and his fingers work in a slow, rhythmic circle that dulls the stretch to tolerable. He’s too good at this, and I’m too close to the edge again.
“It’s going to fit because this pussy is mine,” he says, and the metal of his silver necklace makes me shiver as he cups me possessively. “Can I try again?”
“I want to do it,” I say, and I blow out an exhale as I sink lower onto him. “God.”
“I love the names you call me,” Maverick murmurs, and a laugh sneaks out of me. “That’s it, Emmy girl. Look. Look at how well you take my cock.”
I stare down at where we’re joined, the slick slide of his finger and the thrust of our hips to match each other’s intensity. He disappears completely inside me, and nothing has ever felt this incredible.
“Harder,” I say, and I bend over him, my hands on either side of the pillow. “Fuck me harder, Maverick.”
“You can claim you hate me all you want, Red.” He slides one hand under my thighs and lifts me off of him, only to slam me back down. “But we can both feel how your pussy clenches around my cock. You love it when I make you come.”
I do.
I do love it, and I feel myself teetering near that glorious high again.
I’m climbing closer and closer, and with every bump of his knuckles, every press of the heel of his palm, every tug on my hair and scrape of teeth down my neck, I come dangerously close to screaming his name, loud enough so the whole hotel knows who’s making me feel so damn good.
“I think I’m going to—” I nod when he kisses just below my ear and sucks on the skin there. His fingers work in tandem with his cock, and I know I don’t stand a chance of surviving. “Maverick.”
“So good, Emmy.” He presses me tight against him, our chests fused together and our limbs intertwined. “Come on my cock. Please. I want to feel you.”
I don’t bother fighting it anymore; I let the wave crash over me. It pulls me out to sea as white-hot ecstasy burns through me.
My legs tremble and my shoulders shake. I squeeze my eyes shut, a failed attempt to preserve some of my dignity as I say his name again and again through the pleasure like I’m praying to him.
“Goddamn. You feel so good,” Maverick groans into my hair, and he holds a handful of my ass. “Going to come in you, okay?”
“Yes,” I beg, wanting him to reach the ledge with me. “Come for me, pretty boy.”
His moan is long and low, and his grip slackens. He pulls his fingers away from me one by one as his legs spasm. A string of curses tumbles from his mouth when he pulses inside of me then stills.
“Holy shit,” he pants, flinging an arm over his face. “I think I just got fucked to outer space.”
“Where are the alien babies when you need them?” I ask, and he giggles like he’s drunk. “You did most of the work.” I ease myself off him, and I wince at the emptiness I feel. “I was just kind of there.”
“Pretty sure your pussy did most of the work, Hartwell, squeezing me tight like that. Cunt of the year.”
“Are you going to give me a medal?” I ask.
Maverick cracks an eye open and turns his head to look at me. “I might need to.”
“Well.” I blush and curl up on my side, not sure what happens now. “This was fun.”
He chuckles and reaches for me, pulling me close. I rest my head against his chest and take a deep breath. “I need ten minutes to recoup, then I’ll get out of your hair. If I try to walk to the elevator right now, my legs will give out.”
“Ten minutes. I have a pint of ice cream waiting for me in the freezer, and I’m going to be pissed if I don’t get to eat it before I fall asleep.”
“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” Maverick runs his hands through my tangled hair and massages my scalp. An embarrassing sound leaves my body. “That’s my question of the day because I can’t think of much else.”
“Chocolate chip. What about you?”
“Oreo.” He yawns and drops his chin to the top of my head. “But I mean, come on. I’m not going to say no to any kind.”
“Same.” I trace the links on his necklace and sigh, bone-achingly tired and sated. “Are you a dog person or a cat person?”
“Dogs for sure, but I like both. Hudson keeps trying to get me to rescue one from the shelter where he volunteers, but I haven’t taken that step yet.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. Doing what we do comes with so many uncertainties; I could get traded. I could sign with a different team in free agency. I don’t have a whole lot of experience with animals, but letting a pet get adjusted only to uproot its entire life and move across the country seems cruel. I plan on adopting when I retire, whenever the hell that is.”
“Speaking as someone who’s been on four teams in six years, there is somuch uncertainty.” I stretch out my legs and wince at the soreness I feel between my thighs. “But dogs are the best.”
“Four teams? Was that by choice?”
“Sort of. I crave change, and staying in the same spot for too long puts me on edge.” I pause and run my finger up the line of his forearm. Over the tattoos and all the stories there. “Another was a conflict of interest that resulted in having to leave for another team.”
“Your ex was a hockey player, wasn’t he?” Maverick asks. I push up on my elbow so I can look at him, surprised he figured it out. “It’s not that hard to put together. You said you don’t date hockey players. There was a conflict of interest. That comment on the plane yesterday about being down this road before. I figured it was because of a bad seed along the way.”
“Yeah.” I swallow. “He was.”
“We aren’t all terrible.” He grins and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Take me, for example.”
“You’ve slept with half the women in this country.”
“That is a gross exaggeration, Red, and I haven’t been with anyone besides you in over a month.”
“Really?”
“Mhm.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know.” Maverick pulls the used condom off his length and wrinkles his nose. “Been busy, I guess.”
“I’m sure you’ll get back on the horse soon.” I pat his chest. “It’s time for me to pee then eat. Which means it’s time for you to get dressed and show yourself out, buddy.”
“Fine, fine.” He curls his fingers around my chin and brings my mouth to his. His lips brush against mine in a soft kiss. “Don’t make things weird, Emmy girl.”
“You’re the one making it weird by calling me that when you’re not inside me. I’m going to go back to pretending like you don’t exist.”
“Just the way I like it. By the time you get out of the bathroom, I’ll be gone.”
“Good. And leave my underwear.” I stand up and put my hands on my hips. “They were expensive.”
“As they should be. You deserve nice things.” His gaze roams down my body, and he grins.
“What?” I ask, suddenly self conscious. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Need to commit this to memory. It’s too good to forget.”
I throw a pillow at his face and he laughs, reaching for his briefs. “Wait!” I exclaim. “I didn’t see your ass tattoo.”
“Too distracted by my average length?”
“God, I hate you.” I spin my finger in a circle. “Show me?”
“Gladly.” He turns around, and there on his right cheek is a peach. Orange and yellow and white, it stands out against his tan skin and the sculpted curve of his backside. “Thoughts?”
“Why the hell do you have a peach on your ass?”
“Long story, but I lost a bet to Dallas, who’s from Georgia. He wanted me to get the state of Texas, in honor of his name, but that was an automatic no. So, we settled on a fucking peach.”
“Wow. A peach on your peach. There are layers to that.” I cover my mouth, but my smile is impossible to hide. “You’re so weird.”
He looks at me over his shoulder. “Made you smile again, though.”
“You’re dreaming.”
“Feels like this whole thing has been a dream, to be honest.”
I rub my hand across my chest and bite my bottom lip. “Yeah,” I say softly. “Feels like it.”
Maverick smiles, and he presses a kiss to my forehead. “Sweet dreams, Red.”
An hour later, I’m nearly asleep when my phone buzzes next to me on the mattress. I open it up, bleary-eyed and on the edge of consciousness, and find a message from Maverick.
Bane of my Existence:
*Attachment: 1 image*
Finders keepers.
It’s a photo of him, my underwear in his hand and his teeth sinking into the lace.
I throw my phone across the room, vowing to block his number first thing tomorrow morning.