CHAPTER THIRTEEN
JULIET
Maverick doesn’t stop with my shirt because my bra is the next to go. I don’t get a chance to be shy about being this naked in front of him because when he dips his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth, my mind blanks.
A sensation I’ve never experienced before courses through my body, and my hips buck without my permission.
I’m grinding against his hard cock where it’s pressed right into my sex.
I can’t stop myself from dry-humping him, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
Judging by the groan that rumbles through him, this is exactly what he wants too.
“Fuck, you’re soft everywhere.”
“And you’re hard everywhere,” I say, gripping his shoulder.
He sucks my other nipple into his mouth, giving it the same attention. His tongue flicks over the stiff peak, making the pulse between my legs throb intensely. All I can think about is his mouth on it and doing the same thing he’s currently doing to my nipples.
“More,” Maverick grunts as he lifts his head. The intensity of his eyes makes my breath hitch, and I’ve never felt so desired. His hand engulfs my breast, his thumb stroking my hard nipple. “Are you going to give me more, little mouse?”
“Yes,” I say in response, and I sound desperate. “More, please.”
The excitement and anticipation rises, and I can only wonder what he’ll do next.
Before I can come up with options, he suddenly stands while still holding on to me.
He kisses me as he moves through his home and doesn’t stop until we’re in his bedroom.
He’s gentle as he lays me down on the bed, but his hold is unbreakable.
“Just because we’re in bed doesn’t mean we have to go further,” he tells me and looks into my eyes.
“I want you to go further,” I rush to say. If he doesn’t, I might die. Even as I say the words, my hips rock up in search of relief.
“I love how greedy you are for me.” He kisses me again, and this time it’s possessive. There’s something about how deep it is; it’s filled with a promise.
When his mouth leaves mine, I have to gasp for air.
I can feel every sensation all over my body as Maverick kisses a trail down my stomach.
I can’t look away from him as he slides his fingers into the top of my pants and pulls them down my legs.
He takes my panties with them, and all at once I’m completely naked.
I thought I would be shy, but the way he’s staring between my spread thighs with hunger, I can’t seem to find it.
“Maverick?”
“You’re perfect, Juliet. And so damn beautiful.” His eyes flick up and meet mine. “It’s no surprise you have two men willing to fight over you. I’d fight to the death if it came down to it.”
Before I can ask him what he means by that, he dips his head between my thighs and covers my sex with his mouth.
His tongue devours me hungrily as he goes for my clit.
I’m not sure how much I can take as I shake my head back and forth and claw at the sheets.
My lungs fill with air, and then my entire body tightens right before the orgasm slams into me out of nowhere.
Okay, maybe not out of nowhere, but the way I was primed for this was still not enough to prepare me for how good it feels.
I scream in pleasure as I rock against his mouth, and then his forearm comes down over my hips to pin me in place. Now he’s the one who’s greedy, and I can’t get enough.
“I fucking knew you’d be the sweetest thing I ever ate,” he says before his mouth descends on me again. This time he licks lower, teasing my opening.
My sex contracts around his tongue, and I feel empty.
It’s something I’ve never felt before, but I want to be filled.
Maverick must be able to read my mind or hear me silently begging.
Either that or he’s able to read my body because he gives me exactly what I want.
His tongue goes back to circling my clit as he works a finger inside of me.
I reach down and grip his short hair, desperate to touch him.
He’s still got me firmly in place, and it only adds to how damn hot this is.
He teases my clit as he works a second finger in, and my grip on his hair tightens. I can sense another orgasm coming, but this one is deeper. My mind finds it hard to process where the pleasure is coming from, but it doesn’t matter. When it hits me, it’s harder than the last one, and I cry out.
His name escapes me as my sex grips his fingers, and I’m rocked with bliss. He licks my clit a few more times before he lifts his head, and then I feel his fingers slip out of me.
“Don’t stop,” I say when he sucks his fingers into his mouth.
“Do you know what you’re asking for?” he asks as his eyes trace over every inch of my body. His words come out rough, like there’s a weight to them.
“I do,” I tell him.
I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be here or what tomorrow holds, but right now, I want this. I trust this man who only wants to protect me and handle me with care.
Maverick reaches behind his head and pulls his shirt off in one swift motion before tossing it to the floor. He kicks his sweats off next, and I swallow when I see the hard outline of his cock trapped inside his boxer briefs. He hovers over me, his hands on either side of my head.
“Do you know?” he asks again, and I nod.
“I trust you,” I tell him, and his eyes search mine. I see the slightest hesitation, and I worry that I’ve asked for more than he wants to give. “But we don’t have to.”
“Don’t do that, little mouse. Don’t get in your head and convince yourself I don’t want this. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my entire life.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. You’re different, and I’ve known that from the start.”
“Me too, but this is new, so I thought it might be—”
“It’s not normal. That I can promise you,” he says, and I see the truth in his eyes.
This makes me want him even more. “Then why are you hesitating?”
“Because I want you to make me a promise.”
“Okay,” I agree, but what could he possibly want me to promise? Maverick could probably talk me into anything at this point. That’s how much trust I have in him.
“You have to promise me that you’re not going to run.”
I suck in a breath as my eyes widen. “How did you know?”
“Because you’re sweet as hell and don’t want to burden anyone.” He moves one of his hands between us, and a second later I feel the head of his cock at my opening. “This changes things.”
He’s right. I don’t want to run from him because I know that not being with him will kill me. Since the moment we met, I knew this was something special, and I’ve become attached to him quickly.
“Let me take care of you, Juliet,” he says, and his eyes are pleading with me. He cares if I run, and I can see that it would hurt him if I did. “I can handle everything that comes our way.”
“I won’t run,” I promise.
“That’s my girl,” he says before he bends down and kisses me deep and slow.
While he does, he sinks into me, and I gasp at the stretch. My hands automatically go to his shoulders, and my nails dig into him. I feel a pressure followed by a sharp pain as Maverick buries himself fully inside me.
“Juliet,” Maverick groans as the weight of him holds me to the bed.
“I should have told you,” I whisper as the pain begins to fade. Telling him I was a virgin slipped my mind because I was so lost in the moment. I wanted everything he was giving me and didn’t stop to think about the rest of it.
“You should have,” he says as he slides out a few inches and then thrusts back in.
“But in the end, it wouldn’t have changed anything.
” I moan when I feel the weight of his cock inside me, filling me.
“So goddamn tight.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
“And I’m fucking you bare.” My body stills, and he looks down at me.
I didn’t think about protection. “Before you ask, no, I don’t have condoms.” He pulls out and thrusts in again.
“Even if I did, I can’t pull out of you right now.
Your sweet little pussy feels too good around my dick. ”
“Don’t pull out,” I beg, wrapping my arms around his neck. The idea of anything between us sounds wrong.
It must be the right thing to say because Maverick goes harder as he shifts his hips. With every thrust, he hits a magic spot deep inside of me that makes my toes curl.
“So fucking perfect,” he chants, and it sounds like he’s barely holding on. I can’t find any words, and all that leaves me are moans. “A tight little glove, soft and sweet, gripping me tight.” He braces himself with both hands as he bears down. “You’re trying to make me cum.”
“Yes,” I breathe. I want to feel the throb of it and to give him the same pleasure he’s giving me.
“That’s it,” he says through gritted teeth, and I’m already going over the edge. My sex squeezes around his thick length, and he grunts. “That’s it, sweet girl. Suck my cum inside your little pussy.”
Maverick’s filthy words send my orgasm into another dimension, and stars dance in my vision. He thrusts in one last time and lets out a loud groan followed by my name. I feel the muscles along his shaft throbbing as his warm release spills deep inside of me. Marking me.
After a long moment, we lock eyes, and it’s clear we both know what this means. We’ve just made it impossible for me to run from him.