Chapter 17
Maverick
My pulse raced as the pickup neared our block. The date with Damon had been good.
Too good.
Now, I could see another side to him. One who was thoughtful enough to bring my favorite drink on a picnic. One who was sensitive enough to appreciate a good sunset and romantic enough to ask me to dance as darkness fell around us.
He’d been such a good kisser, too. Sexy as all get out. But that part didn’t surprise me.
His desire for more did, though. Part of me was still expecting him to change his mind. Stupidly, I’d given him twenty excruciating minutes to clear his head instead of jumping on that man and riding him into the sunset.
Meanwhile, I’d only gotten more worked up on the trip home.
I shifted in the seat and tugged at my shorts.
Damon smirked. “You okay over there?”
“Yep. Just looking forward to getting out of these tight clothes.”
His eyes gleamed. “That does sound good, doesn’t it?”
“Are you thinking about undressing me now?”
He chuckled. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“You’re mean.”
“You’re the one who wanted me to take my time and decide I was really ready. I’m thinking it over.”
I should have known putting that kind of power in Damon’s hands was a bad idea. The man would use any leverage he got.
He pulled into the driveway and parked. “Let me walk you to your door. I never end a date without a proper goodnight.”
My heart skipped. Fuck. Was he going to take my out and leave me wanting? Why had I set myself up for that rejection?
Because you don’t want to be strung along by a confused straight boy, Mav. If he walks away, it’s better for you both.
“Mav.” Damon’s hand stole onto my thigh and squeezed. “You okay?”
I nodded and pulled up a smile. “Yeah. Of course.”
“Okay. Come on, then.”
We got out of the truck, and he walked me to my door. I turned to face him, stomach fluttering. “I guess this is goodnight.”
He nodded. “Goodnight, Mav.”
Disappointment crashed through me. Damn, I’d really wanted him to come inside.
Damon brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “What’s this pout about? You wanted more?”
I met his eyes with a frown. “Don’t tease me right now, Damon, please. I can’t—”
He brought his mouth down on mine so fast I didn’t see it coming. He pressed me against my door, kissing me so thoroughly my head spun. “Invite me in,” he rasped. “I know what I want.”
“Oh, thank fuck,” I whispered, making him chuckle.
I turned to fumble with my key, hands shaking, until Damon took it from me and unlocked the door.
“I thought I was supposed to be the nervous one,” he teased as we stepped inside.
“You are!” I narrowed my eyes. “Are you not?”
“Oh, I am, but I’m also hard as fuck for you right now.” He tugged me up against him, and I could feel every inch of that hardness pressing into my stomach. “I want this too much to worry.”
I nibbled my bottom lip, hesitant.
Damon kissed me again. “None of that. You gave me the whole ride home to think, and I promise I did. I’m into you, Mav. I have been for a while.”
“Okay.” I smiled. “I’m into you, too.”
“Well, that was a given.”
I smacked his arm, making him laugh, and then we were kissing again—this time more frantically. He pressed me against the front door, hands slipping under my shirt to caress my stomach, ribs, pecs.
He found my nipples, pinching and rolling them. If was he noticing how different I was from a woman, it sure wasn’t slowing him down. I finally relaxed and gave in to the desire rushing through me.
I fumbled for his jeans button, undoing it and reaching inside his pants. He groaned against my mouth as I closed my fingers around his shaft.
“Fuck, yes,” he whispered as I stroked his cock.
He followed my lead, opening my shorts and shoving them over my hips. He palmed my ass, squeezing. “This ass torments me.”
I laughed. “What? Seriously.”
“So hot, and I kept telling myself I shouldn’t be looking.”
I paused, catching my breath. “And now what do you tell yourself?”
“That it’s going to be mine,” he growled, making me shudder.
“Presumptuous,” I teased. “Maybe your ass will be mine.”
He surprised the hell out of me by giving me ass one final squeeze and saying, “I’m open to it.”
I gaped at him, startled. Then he wrapped his fingers around my cock, his palm a little rough against soft skin, and I closed my eyes and dropped my head back with a groan.
Damon kissed my neck, nipping and sucking at the join to my shoulder, as he stroked my cock.
“You’re so sexy,” he murmured, working my cock so hard the friction was almost painful.
“Give me your hand,” I ordered.
He paused, and I grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand up to my mouth. I let saliva pool in my mouth, then licked his palm, getting it wet. I licked each of his fingers, slipping two into my mouth and sucking them for good measure.
He shuddered as he watched. “Fuck. When do I get that mind-blowing BJ again?”
I smirked as I pulled his fingers from my mouth and guided his hand to my cock. “As soon as you earn it.”
“Another test, huh?” He winked. “Pretty sure I can ace it.”
I wrapped his now wet hand around my dick. He slammed his mouth to mine once again, kissing me with so much tongue I didn’t know where he ended and I began.
My body tightened, the pressure inside building as he stroked my dick, sucked my tongue, and pressed all those hard sexy muscles against me.
I cried out, my orgasm catching me suddenly, and spurted in his hand.
“There it is,” he said. “Fuck yeah. Come long and hard for me, Mav.”
He kept stroking until I pushed his hand away, too sensitive for anything more.
“Wow,” he said. “That was hot.”
“It’s not over yet.” I dropped to my knees, sliding a hand down his chest to his stomach, then his exposed cock.
“Oh, fuck. I want to come just looking at you down there.”
I raised an eyebrow. “This won’t take long, then.”
He chuckled. “Probably not.”
I leaned in and swallowed his dick, taking him deep and swirling my tongue around his shaft to get him nice and wet.
“Holy shit.” He slammed a hand against the door to keep himself upright as he curled forward.
I moaned around my mouthful of dick, and he shuddered above me, eyes hot as he watched his cock sink into my mouth.
I started a quick rhythm, taking him deep, then pulling back to tease the head, using my free hand to roll his balls in my hand.
I tugged his jeans down a little farther, and he took my cue, widening his stance. I slipped a finger into my mouth, then pressed it between his cheeks.
His eyes widened. “Are you…”
I circled his rim, slowly teasing the nerves awake, feeling his hole flutter against my fingertips.
“Okay, do it,” he said with a groan.
Jesus. If I hadn’t already come, I might do it now. I had not expected Damon to be so open to ass play, but now that he’d given me the green light, I was only too happy to help the man explore.
I pressed one finger in, going slow. I sucked his cock deep and pressed against his prostate with the pad of my middle finger.
“Fuck!” He bucked, shoving his cock deep enough to gag me. “Shit. Sorry.”
He jerked back on reflex, crying out as he forced my finger deeper into his ass. “Fuck.”
I plunged down on his cock, sucking harder, and added a second finger. He groaned, squirming, seeming unsure of whether he wanted more of my mouth or my fingers.
I stroked him inside, hitting that bundle of nerves, then sucked him into my throat, swallowing around him.
He erupted with a strangled cry, and I did my best to swallow as he shot across the back of my tongue.
I stood up and he slumped into my arms, resting his head on my shoulder as he breathed hard. “That was…”
“Best you ever had?” I asked teasingly.
“And then some,” he agreed with an easiness that surprised me.
This was the part where most conflicted guys would pull away, clean up quickly, and make an excuse to run. But Damon leaned on me and pressed small kisses to my neck with a contented hum.
I wouldn’t have taken him for a cuddler, but here we were.
“Let’s clean you up,” I said.
“Okay.” He tugged up his jeans and stepped back, giving me room to go fetch a damp rag.
When I returned, he was sitting on the sofa, gazing into space.
“Here.” I took hold of his wrist and scrubbed his palm off, then cleaned each individual finger. “All clean. Like it never happened.”
His fingers closed around my hand as I tried to withdraw. “But it did happen.”
My eyes met his. “It did.”
He tugged suddenly, making me fall into his lap, and pressed a firm kiss against my lips. “I want it to happen again.”
“Yeah?”
“No pranks, Mav. This date was real.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “This.” Then my jaw. “Is.” Then the sensitive skin just under my ear. “Real.”
I shivered as his breath tickled my ear.
“Well,” I said playfully. “Maybe just one prank?”
He pulled back. “What?”
I licked a big-ass stripe right up the side of his face. The squawk of indignation that burst from him was worth any amount of retribution.
I laughed as he tackled me to the couch and tickled me mercilessly until we both collapsed in exhaustion.
“I gotta go soon,” he said quietly. “My dad is having hip surgery tomorrow, and I promised I’d help Mom with him as he recovers.”
My heart melted a little. “As far as excuses to leave, that’s a pretty good one.”
“I’d stay if I could.”
He sounded so damn sincere I didn’t doubt it. “I know. I was just teasing.”
“Hmm. You’re good at teasing me,” he said with a yawn. “You teased me right into your arms. Very sneaky.”
I smiled. “Oh, is that what happened?”
“It definitely is. I was just innocently going about my business dating women—without much luck, but determined to keep trying—and then you came along. Bam! Knocked my straightness right out of me.”
I snorted. “Idiot.”
“But a sexy idiot.”
“No argument here.”
He fell quiet, sighing, as I combed my fingers through his hair. He still pinned me to the sofa, and any minute we’d have to move.
But for now, I just enjoyed the closeness, wondering how I’d ever survive this man.
I’d either made the best decision of my life—or the biggest mistake yet.