Chapter 20 #2
This time, the groan is long and feral, a warning of sorts, that I’m about to unleash something he’s trying very hard to cage because he wants to be gentle and a gentleman, and out here isn’t the place or the time.
I let out a hiss of breath as the hard bulge in his jeans jams straight into the juncture of my thighs.
The sound is immediately stifled as Maverick digs a hand under my head and lifts me to his mouth. His lips are warm, scalding against the cool night. He doesn’t kiss me gentle or slow like he did in the kitchen. He devours my mouth, not so much kissing me as possessing every ounce of me.
He crushes me down, down into the ground.
His hand brackets my head, keeping me safe from the ground, even while he plunders my mouth.
I give as good as he takes, eating at his lips, sighing, writhing against the hard cage of his body.
My hips keep angling up, trying to find just the right friction, but there are too many clothes in the way for me to angle myself exactly where I need to be.
All I can do is channel all my frustration and feed it back to him in the ravenous kiss.
His tongue strokes mine, diving and delving deep into my mouth. When he goes to pull away to get air, I nip his bottom lip. I do it a little harder than I intended and I can tell it stings because Maverick responds with another dark growl.
Like we’re not outside at all, he shifts, tugging my legs out from beneath him and arranging them around his waist. I let him, only too willing to shape me like a doll, to get me exactly where he wants me.
Before I can think about exposed limbs, he drops his lips to my neck and fastens them at my rapid pounding pulse. He kisses me there, sucks at my skin, tastes me with of drags of his tongue. It drives me mad, but he’s still got me trapped. Our clothes still have us both caged in.
Like he’s thinking the same thing, his hand slips from behind my head and traces down my back, down to cup my ass. He does it through my pajama bottoms and underwear, but his touch is still shockingly hot.
I want him to rip off my clothes and trace every bit of me with his tongue. I want him inside of me, thrusting and groaning, sweating and aching until we both find oblivion.
We can’t do that out here.
Even if I had no fears, there are still houses on either side of this one, and the fence isn’t all that high.
It’s the middle of the night, but if someone happened to be up, all they’d have to do is look out the window and they’d probably see us.
I doubt that’s the kind of phone call Scythe wants to get.
He can’t just pick up and move. The last thing I want is for some scandalized neighbor to call the cops.
“Take me inside?” I frame it as a question, but Maverick lifts his head.
In the next instant he nods. He sweeps me up, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist and carries me so fast to the backdoor that my panic doesn’t even have time to rear its head. There’s too much sensation. Too much heat and want, lust and red raging desire. That’s my shield against the world.
Maverick slams the door behind us and rams the lock into place.
He lurches down the stairs, me clinging to him, peppering his jaw, neck, and cheeks with hot kisses.
I bite his earlobe as he gets to the bottom of the stairs, plying my teeth against it. He doesn’t make a sound until I move to the juncture of his neck and shoulder and sink my teeth into that tender spot.
“Watch out for cats,” I warn him.
“I’ll be careful.”
“Not for them. They’ll get out of the way. Just… have you ever seen those movies where they attack naked bits?” I don’t know why I say it, except that I’m worried that if there’s a feline disaster involving swaying objects, Maverick might never forgive them.
Pumpkin sometimes can’t help his orange cat energy.
“Noted.”
The cats aren’t on the bed. They must be on the couch where they were sleeping before.
Maverick reaches the bed and sets me down on the end of it. I tug his face down and kiss him until I have no air left in my lungs.
“Are you sure?” he pants, half wild, but still worried for me.
“I’m sure. And I’d only say that if I’m willing to give you everything.
Surrender all of me and strip myself totally bare for you.
” I know it’s not just sex for him either, but I want to put that out there.
He deserves to know that for me, this isn’t about reaching a climax.
It’s about being close in ways I’ve never been with anyone before.
He hears the unasked question. “I’m sure too.”
He reaches behind his head and does the magic man trick where he yards it over in a single motion.
Before it even drops down to the floor, I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him down.
He covers me, molding to me like he did outside, but this time, it’s the soft bed he’s pressing me back against and there’s the comfort of privacy.
I jam my hands under the waistband of my pajamas.
Maverick does the rest, pulling them down my legs for me.
The basement is warm, but even so, the air still feels cool against my bare skin.
It’s not enough. I raise my arms so that he can pull my sweater away.
His hand glides over the bare skin of my leg, tucking it up and around him as he leans over me.
He bows his head, kissing my throat and collarbones, tracing his way to my breast. He open mouth kisses my nipple right through the fabric. The wet heat of his mouth is so good. So fucking good, and it’s not even on my bare skin yet.
His fingers inch along the inside of my thigh while he sucks my nipple into his mouth again.
My hips surge up as he traces the juncture of my leg and then traces over my seam.
My panties are stuck against me, soaked in my arousal, outlining me.
His finger over that wet fabric, pressing the cotton down into my slit, is the best bit of heaven.
I try to arch into his hand, take him everywhere all at once. His touch far too light and gentle. I want rough. Pressure. Grinding down on my clit while his fingers pump inside of me, filling me so full.
“Take your pants off,” I beg. “Take everything off. You. Me. All of it.”
It would be easy enough to pull his jeans down and his boxers with them, but I want him bare. I want to be bare with him. I don’t want there to be anything between us.
He rolls off of me, feet finding the floor.
He springs up. He undoes his jeans and shoves them down.
He doesn’t look awkward at all stepping out of them.
When he straightens, his cock bobs in front of him.
I wouldn’t say that I’ve pleasured myself over the past few years.
More like, I stimulated my clit until I had an orgasm to take the edge off, but it’s been methodical and perfunctory.
No fantasies. No pictures in my head. Just my hand and a few minutes and an overwhelming, crushing feeling of disappointment after.
I haven’t used any toys inside of me and I hardly ever need to put my fingers in.
There’s been nothing for years. It makes Maverick’s cock that much more intimidating.
At the same time, I know how soaked my panties are, and seeing his cock throbbing right out in front of him, the tip glistening with arousal, makes me throb so badly that I have to sit up and clench my thighs together. It doesn’t help anything. If anything, it only makes it worse.
I quickly shed my top and peel my panties off while Maverick watches. Having his eyes on me makes the mundane into something sexy. His hot gaze traces my body as I fall back on the bed, eyes lit right up and blown out. He looks at me like I’m a goddess.
His hands curl around my ankles and he drags me down, to the end of the bed. He kneels down, arranges my legs over his shoulders, and parts my thighs. “I need to taste that sweet pussy, Loreena. I want your come exploding on my tongue and swallowed down my throat. Can I do that for you?”
My only hesitation is that it feels a little bit one sided that I should get all this pleasure, but the way he looks right now, half tortured and half like a man bowed and ready for worship, indicates that Maverick doesn’t find that to be a problem.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”
He curls his hands into my ass cheeks, lifting me up to his mouth. He kisses me like he did out in the grass, like he’s starved for the taste of me. He growls against my sensitive skin, his tongue seemingly everywhere all at once.
I toss my head against the bed, fighting to keep from exploding at just the feel of his hot, glorious mouth.
He sucks my clit then circles it with his tongue. His fingers bite into my hips and ass almost painfully, but I crave that burst of sensation. It’s like getting spanked. The sting and the burn only heighten the pleasure.
I nearly cry out with sheer relief when his fingers join in. He slips two down my slit, playing shallowly at my entrance while he laves my clit with his tongue.
“Yes! Maverick, oh my god. Get me ready to take you.”
He groans against my swollen clit. “You have no idea how hot it is, you talking to me like that.”
It seems like his hands are busy enough, but I feel him shift and reach down.
My eyes pop open. I can’t see what he’s doing past his shoulders and bowed head, but if he’s stroking his cock while he fills me slowly with those two fingers, stretching me around him until I’m already so full, there’s a good chance that I might actually combust.
He fucks me with his fingers, slowly at first, dragging them in and pushing them back just as torturously, but then he increases the tempo and does something inside with them, curling them a little bit.
It changes the pressure, swelling the throbbing heat in my lower belly and thighs to unbearable levels.
He groans and strokes himself, laps at my clit and fucks me with his fingers.
If that’s not worthy of a multitasking award, I have no idea what is.
Without warning, he changes it up, replacing his fingers with his mouth and rubbing my clit gently instead.
It’s all fire. Fire and heat, heat and fire.
The flames lick along my skin, devouring me, and when I hear Maverick’s words echoed in my brain about how he wanted me to come on his tongue, I’m completely undone.
I don’t know how Maverick knows it before I do. “Hold on,” he advises me, the smug fucker, but of course, I love it.
I love that he’s right. I adore his confidence and his skill. He knows exactly what to do to make me come alive in ways that I haven’t been able to achieve with my own body.
The climax that rocks me is white hot. It obliterates everything else. It’s just us and the pleasure, Maverick giving and giving and giving and me just trying to hang on and survive.
I’m barely even finished, so blissed out that I’ve melted into the bed, when Maverick scoops me up and trades places with me.
He scoots us up the bed together, keeping his hands on my hips to steady me, and then he turns me completely around.
I’m hovering over his hard, chiseled abs, staring at his cock.
My mouth waters to taste him. Is that what he wants me to do?
I doubt I’d be able to get much of him in my mouth, and it would practically break my jaw, but surprisingly, the thought isn’t terrible.
It’s not terrible at all.
The aftershocks tearing through my body get even stronger.
“You want me to ride you like this?” He might just have had two fingers inside of me, but they’re nothing compared to the girth of his cock. I know just how it’s going to stretch me and fill me.
“If you’re okay with it. I thought you might like to be in control the first time. How much, how fast, how deep.” He crosses his hands behind his head, grinning back at me as I crank mine over my shoulder. “Plus it’s hot, you having me at your mercy.”
“Do you want me to suck on you?”
He groans. “I don’t think I’d last long with your lips around me. It’s going to be hard enough waiting for you, then pulling out.”
“Pulling out?”
“I don’t have any condoms. Are you on birth control?”
Holy shit. How could I not even have thought about that? I do a quick calculation. There are times that are riskier than others, but I’m at a place where it’s probably somewhat safer. Even still, we’ll have to be careful.
I shake my head. “I have about a week before I ovulate, so I think we’re okay.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to do anything that might lead to a regret.”
He’s right about that too. About everything. Even if my body is screaming at me to get on that thick cock and ride it until I can’t remember my own name.
“Okay, well, we can pleasure ourselves this way tonight.” I back up, edging closer to his face.
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock at the same time.
It’s curved a little, right near the top, but so subtly that I didn’t notice until I’m at this angle.
I arch forward and snake my tongue out, bringing it so close to the tip of him.
“If that’s okay? Tomorrow, we could go get some condoms.”
I’m the one who sighs at the thought of not being able to feel him inside of me, without protection, but it won’t be forever.
My hand tightens around the base of his cock. He still hasn’t answered me. “Is that okay?”
It’s not until I glance back and find him gritting his teeth that I understand why he’s so quiet. “Yeah,” he grunts, just to reassure me. His jaw clicks as he clenches up again. “It’s more than okay, Loreena. It’s perfect.”