Chapter 26
Damon
Maverick was all over me the second his front door closed behind us. Date night had clearly been a success. I’d thought for a second maybe my playful prank to show him I was totally okay with the whole town knowing about us was going to backfire in my face.
It’d shocked the hell out of him. Luckily, his surprise had shifted to pleasure when he’d realized why I’d done it. Then downright enjoyment when he’d promised to get me back and embarrassed my newly bi ass in front of Paula.
“I guess you liked everyone knowing I’m your boy toy,” I murmured between kisses.
Maverick’s breath gusted against my neck as he laughed. “Fuck yeah. You’re still gonna get it, though.”
“Oh, yeah?” I chuckled as he pressed up against me, pinning me to the door. “How am I gonna get it?”
He dropped his hands to my ass, squeezing, and pushed his hard cock against my thigh. “Facedown and ass up, I’m thinking,” he cooed in my ear.
I stilled.
He pulled back to look into my eyes. “If you still want me to fuck you?”
I exhaled shakily. “Fuck yes.”
He grabbed a handful of my T-shirt and tugged me into a filthy kiss, then turned and pulled me toward the bedroom. “Let’s do it, then.”
I followed him to the bedroom, where he shoved me down on the bed and climbed on top of me. Maverick pushed up my shirt, kissing a trail from my navel to the center of my chest. I raised my arms, helping shed my shirt, then reached for his.
Together, item by item, we unbuttoned, pushed at fabric, and contorted our bodies to get free of our clothing.
“Turn over,” Maverick said. “Let me get you ready.”
Nerves fluttered as I rolled onto my stomach. Maverick stuffed a pillow under my hips and then cupped my ass, massaging it gently.
“When’s the last time you fucked your ass with that toy?”
My face flamed. “Why are you asking me that?”
“Just wondering how ready you are for my dick.”
A different kind of heat flashed through me. “So ready, Mav. Trust me.”
He laid his chest over my back, his cockhead dragging tantalizingly over the back of my upper thigh. “Then tell me. When did you last push that toy into your tight little hole?”
Fuck. Mav didn’t dirty talk much, but when he did, it was hot as hell.
“This morning…”
“This morning?” He sat back, seemingly shocked. “But we fucked around this morning.”
“It was later,” I muttered. “While you were out with your friends.”
“You were greedy, huh? You wanted my dick even then, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted, voice trembling a little. “I have since the beginning.”
“Ah, Damon.” He stroked his fingers through my hair, then down my spine, and right through the cleft between my cheeks. He stopped with his finger pressed over my entrance, gently rubbing. “You should have said something.”
“Didn’t want to pressure you. Wasn’t sure if you wanted it too, and it’s not like I don’t love everything else we do together.” I craned my neck to look at him over my shoulder. “You don’t have to fuck me if you don’t want to.”
Maverick stroked his fingers through my hair, then tightened them around a handful. He jerked my head back, making me gasp, and growled into my ear, “Oh, I want this hot ass. Don’t you worry about that.”
He left me shivering with want while he leaned over to draw a box from under the bed. There was lube, condoms, and a scary number of toys in it that made arousal spike. Nipple clamps, butt plugs, and a few things I didn’t even recognize.
He took out the lube and a condom, then pushed the box out of sight.
“I know I wasn’t ready the first time you asked,” he said. “But I am going to love sinking into your body.”
Cool lube touched my hole, making me shudder. Maverick pushed a finger in, then quickly added a second. We’d done this before, and I easily took the finger fucking. But Mav usually stopped at two fingers.
Tonight, he added a third, the stretch burning the way the dildo did when it first went in. I tensed up.
“Relax,” he murmured. “Your body takes it better if you don’t resist.”
I blew out a long breath, and his fingers sank deeper, rubbing and stretching, filling me—but not in the way I really craved.
He grazed my prostate, making my cock jerk.
“Fuck! I want your dick,” I said. “Get inside me already.”
He chuckled. “So impatient.”
He thrust his fingers in and out while I wriggled in frustration, burning for more. Finally, when I was about to suggest he hand me one of those sex toys so I could take care of myself, he pulled away.
I hissed at the sudden exit, my hole clenching around nothing. Before I could do more than groan in complaint, his cockhead notched into place.
“Take a breath and exhale.” I breathed in and out. “Good. Now, push out when I push in. It’ll help.”
He entered me, and damn, he felt huge. I’d taken the dildo half a dozen times, but it was different. I was in control of the speed of entry, the force used, and when I stopped and started.
But this was Maverick’s dick pushing inside me. His hand pressing down on my shoulder and pinning me in place. His moan echoing above me as he thrust forward.
And fuuuuuck. He slid in fast and deep, making me shout at the sudden invasion. Thanks to those handy instructions he’d given me, my body barely resisted.
His dick stretched me wide, a low ache spreading through my body even as pleasure swept in behind it, chasing it away.
I clenched the sheets, hyperaware of the hard length impaling me, pressing against my insides, demanding I relax and let go and just take it.
Oh god.
Maverick stilled. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
He dropped kisses across my upper shoulders and ran a soothing hand down my trembling flank.
“Ready for me to move?”
My heart thudded loudly. “Yeah. Fuck me, Mav. I want to feel you.”
He took me at my word, withdrawing a couple of inches and thrusting back in. His hips slapped my ass, my balls swung, heavy and full, and my dick rubbed against the pillow beneath my body.
It was almost too much sensation to process at once. Luckily, Maverick didn’t give me much time to think about it. He pulled out further this time, all the way to my rim—letting his cockhead tug at it, making me gasp.
Then he speared in hard and fast, nailing my prostate as his hips hit my ass.
Pleasure sparked, making me jerk and moan, and that was all it took for Maverick to truly unleash. He pounded my ass, going faster and harder, and I just kept moaning and begging for more, even as the pleasure totally overwhelmed me.
All my fantasies of Maverick pinning me and taking me were blown to pieces. Nothing compared to the real thing.
He pulled out of me, then patted my hip. “Roll over now. Want to look at your face while you come on my cock.”
I scrambled to comply, desperate to get him back inside of me. Maverick repositioned the pillow to tilt my hips up, and I pulled my legs back. “Hurry the fuck up.”
“So needy for my dick.”
“Asshole,” I grumbled, because it wasn’t like I could deny it. My ass was aching with emptiness. My cock was hard and leaking over my abs.
I took hold, stroking it, and Maverick got back into position and thrust in. I stroked my cock while he fucked me, and shit, it felt even more incredible than before.
I was on the precipice of coming in seconds.
“Mav!” I gasped as a warning.
My cock pulsed in my hand, cum overflowing, as my ass tightened around his dick.
“Yes, yes, fuck,” Maverick said.
I shuddered as my climax swept through me, more intense and prolonged than ever before. My ass tightened and released around the dick still filling me, my breathing loud and ragged.
Maverick pulled out, stripped off the condom, and stroked his dick over the mess already on my stomach.
“So fucking hot,” he rasped. “You take my dick so good. Did you like it?”
“I loved it.” I reached up, pinching his nipples between my fingers and tugging. “Knew your dick would feel good.”
He cried out, eyes clenching, and came all over me.
Then he collapsed, gluing our bodies together. I held him close, kissing his temple as he came down from his orgasm high.
“So good,” I murmured in his ear. “Love having you close like this.”
It was only after I spoke that I realized my comment was perilously close to a confession it was too soon to make, but one that was crowding my chest.
I’d dated a lot of women. I’d cared about many of them. Told them I loved them. I even believed it when I said it.
But it all paled to how right Maverick felt in my arms. How well we fit together. He liked my ornery side, but he knew how to call me on my crap. He was sweet and thoughtful, but he had a sharp and clever tongue, too.
Even now, he knew exactly what to say to calm my beating heart. He kissed my neck, breath hot against me, and murmured, “I love it, too.”
It wasn’t an I love you—not from me or him—but I heard it there, hiding between syllables, just waiting until we were ready for it to be said.