Chapter 26
Chapter twenty-six
Maverick
Opening the back passenger-side door of my truck, I set her down on the seat and climbed in with her.
Hovering above her, Izzy's eyes widen in surprise as they meet mine, and the sexual tension between us is thick. I lean down, closing the distance between us. Before I can place my lips to hers, she pushes me back and slides out from beneath me.
Not giving me time to question, she begins undoing the buttons of her shirt.
"There are three simple rules." Her voice is soft and seductive, and I'm a fucking goner.
"Oh, yeah? What are those?"
"Rule one: No more kissing. Rule Two: I'm in control at all times. You follow my lead like a good boy. Try to take control, and this will stop. Rule three: No falling for me."
Just as she finishes speaking, she rips her bra off, and I'm met with the most perfect set of perky tits. They aren't large. They're just right. I get an instant picture of my hands wrapping around them, ideally.
"Goddamn," I hiss out.
"Take off your pants and boxers."
"I have a question first..."
"Hm?" she hums with peaked interest.
"How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when you're fucking perfect? I can already imagine all the things I'll do to you—"
"You will not be doing anything to me. You're going to sit back and take it." She pushes my back against the seat and climbs atop me, straddling my lap.
Not wasting a second, she unzips my pants and pulls out my throbbing cock. She hikes her skirt higher up and pushes her panties to the side, lining me up with her entrance.
"You can touch, but no tasting," she whispers just as she slowly sinks down, her perfectly tight center hugging firmly onto my dick.
I hiss out, “Jesus Christ,” feeling her walls clench around me.
Hands on my chest, her nails dig into my skin as her body makes room to adjust to my size. Her head falls back, and a delicious moan escapes from her mouth. My hands slide up her legs and make themselves at home, holding onto her thighs while she glides up and down my length.
"You like having control?" I groan out in a question as she picks up pace.
"Ah," she lets go of a quiet moan, looking into my eyes. I want to reach up and take her mouth with mine. I need to taste her again, but I won't cross the boundaries she's so clearly set. I'll play along happily because I don't want to chance this ending anytime soon.
"I'm always in control," she whispers.
"Would it be," I try to speak, but the words are coming out breathy and choppy. She feels so fucking good, I need more. "Considered taking control if I helped out?"
"What?" she asks, not daring to pause her delicious motions. She rolls her hips forward, and I nearly lose it.
My hands tighten on her hips, and I begin to thrust upward, meeting her motions.
Her eyes are still locked on mine, growing wide.
"I can stop if it's too much—"
"Mmm. Don't you dare. Fuck me back, just like that." Her voice falters, letting out a gasp as I grab on tighter and thrust into her with all I've got. She doesn't stop moving; every roll of her hips meets my every thrust, and together, we are cosmic.
"Don't fucking stop, Maverick."
"Whose taking it now, baby?" I huff out a groan.
Her head flies forward, her eyes throw daggers into mine, and all her movements halt as her body above mine becomes rigid.
"You are. You're taking it." She slaps my hands off her hips.
Just when I think we've lost the moment and that she's about to end our fun, she pushes her knees outward and drops down, taking me fully as her eyes stay glued to mine.
She leans in, her face nearly brushing against mine. Her perfect tits are pressed against my chest. I slide my hands between us and palm them. I was right. They fit perfectly in my hands. I tweak her nipples, drawing another moan from her.
"Mmm, I like the way you roll those hips. Tell me, are you pleasing your clit the way you need to?"
"You fucking know I am," she rushes out breathlessly.
Her pussy grabs my cock tight, and I can tell she's close.
"Use me. Use my body. Make yours feel good." My words come out desperate as I massage her breasts.
I shouldn’t have a single thought in my head besides pleasing this woman. But…
Why won't she kiss? Why won't she let me taste her? Why won't she let me take control?
What is she scared of?
So many questions.
Questions I will get answers to.
"I will. Don't say you weren't warned," she says clearly as we both come apart.
“Where are you taking me, exactly?” Izzy asks, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion.
It’s been two weeks since the night we reconnected, and after much convincing on my part, she’s finally agreed to see me again.
Before I can respond, she speaks up again, “This sure doesn’t look like the way to anyone’s home. I agreed to Netflix and chill, not go on a fucking date with you.”
“Simmer down, Firecracker. You never said we couldn’t stop and pick up food on the way. Or do you not eat?” I say the words sarcastically with a chuckle.
“I’d much prefer to taste you instead,” Izzy says as she slowly trails her hands up her thighs, causing every dirty desire I have for her to rush to the forefront of my mind.
Adjusting myself and clearing my throat, I speak up, and I hope I won’t regret the words about to come out of my mouth. “As enticing as that is, I really want to talk and get to know you better.”
Izzy scoffs, her face morphing into disgust as she simply says, “pass,” which causes me to chuckle.
Even so, I dig in my heels, asking, “What is one thing you really want to do before you die?” This question earns me another scoff with an added eye roll. I’m totally winning her over.
“Honestly, avoiding this whole conversation.”
“Harsh.”
“Eh, I'd rather refer to it as being brutally honest. I’m not looking to get to know each other better. I’m looking for a good lay.”
“Okay, well, let’s try this. Tell me more about yourself,” I say, completely avoiding her comment.
“Hm, well, I’m excellent in bed.”
The laughter that belts out of me with that one earns me a smile. “I don’t disagree, but I also know there has to be more to you. I want to know what more is. I want to know all of you.”
“Good luck with that, Buddy,” she says dismissively, gracing me with yet another eye roll.
“I’m being serious.”
“So am I. I don’t care for small talk. I know what I want, and either you give it to me, or you take me home.”
I swallow at that, and as if she can sense me backing down, she reaches over, running her hand along my inner thigh.
I stammer, “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Showing you exactly who I am.” Her beautiful eyes pin me for a second, and my focus homes in on her more than the road.
Focus, Maverick. Focus.
“I think you’ll really like the restaurant I’m taking you to. It is–”
She. Pulled. My. Fucking. Cock. Out.
The traitor instantly springs to life, hard and ready for her.
She throws me a wink, wraps one hand around her hair.
What she does next surprises the hell out of me, yet turns me on all at once.
She takes her panties and ties them around her hair, using them as a makeshift ponytail holder.
Wasting no time, her mouth perfectly wraps around the tip of my cock.
I groan out in pleasure as my brain tries its best to stay focused on the road.
It doesn’t work.
As if having my dick down her throat is her job, and she’s aiming to be employee of the month, she takes me fully.
She works her mouth up and down my length effortlessly, making cute little gagging sounds each time the head of my cock hits the back of her throat.
My balls begin to ache for relief as she runs her tongue up my shaft from the base to the tip, where she slowly swirls her tongue around the top of the crown.
Just as she does, she reaches down, massaging my balls right before taking my cock to the back of her throat.
She doesn’t waver. No. Instead, she lets out a little moan, letting me know she’s enjoying every second of this.
Road head. She’s literally giving me road head. And fuck me, I’m about to blow already.
“Fuck the food,” I say, tangling one hand in her hair and quickly switching my foot over to the brake to slow down so I can watch the best fucking show of my life.
“Such a good boy,” she says before licking up my length. Her words are seductive and laced with lust.
I want everything with this woman—so much more than just her body. But I have to be a patient man. More won’t come easily with her; I can feel it.
“I can be perfect for you,” I say, not recognizing my own voice.
“Prove it.”
I pause at the challenge in her voice, “How do I do that exactly?”
“Pull this truck over right now and show me exactly how good you can be.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I waste no time following her instructions. We’re down a dirt road in the back of town that gets very little traffic, so my concerns are minimal. Plus, I can only focus on my intense craving to have her close.
Before the truck has a chance to completely come to a stop, she swings her seatbelt off and climbs on top of me.
I rasp, “Damn, I was hoping I could I could be on top this–”
“You hoped wrong. Need I remind you of rule number two?”
“You’re in control at all times?”
“Mmm,” she moans out deliciously. “You are good at following along.”
“The best.”
“No more words, let our bodies do the talking.”
Before I know it, all of her clothes are in the passenger seat, and she’s naked on top of me, pulling my pants down.
Wasting no time, Izzy spits on her hand and strokes my already hard cock with her eyes locked on mine. The mixture of the sensation and the intensity of the eye contact has my hips thrusting upward, which pulls a mischievous little grin from her.
“You like that?” she purrs.
“Mhm,” I say on a groan.
“You’re so hard for me.”
“I thought we weren’t talking?”
Izzy’s face morphs into amusement, letting out the cutest giggle. That instant, my already ever-present interest in her grows immensely. I’d give anything to hear that giggle again.
“Have it your way.” She instantly releases my cock, rises up, and slowly sinks down onto it.
Her hands grip my shoulders for stability, and I enjoy the small sting from her fingernails digging into my skin through my shirt. Circling her hips in delicious motions, she’s undoubtedly pleasing her clit while she finds her pace. She needs more, but won’t ask for it.
I slowly trail one hand from her hip, letting my fingers sensually graze across her skin, goose-bumps forming on her flesh, until I reach her clit. Her eyes flash to mine and lock in as I start rubbing in small circular motions, a moan escaping her.
“Is this okay?” I ask, needing to know.
“You better not fucking stop,” she demands, her head falling back on another moan.
That’s it. I’m a fucking goner for her.
"I will. Don't say you weren't warned."
A month has passed since she said those words, and Izzy's warning rings clear like an alarm bell in my head.
I ignore it, like I have been.
She, of course, did not make this past month easy on me. She gave me a different kind of hell at every turn imaginable.
After our first time together, I was hooked, and she’s still slowly reeling me in.
This girl is something else. I should run for the hills, but we both know I won't.
The sass on her is unmatched. She's feisty as hell, and I love it.
After that first night, convincing her to even see me again wasn't necessarily easy. Hell, who am I kidding? It was a damn job in itself.
Good thing I'm a persistent man who doesn't give up easily. From the beginning, she's met her match, whether she knows it or not.
After that night, my texts to her started with, "When can I see you again?"
None of those got replies.
Then, they turned into, "Strictly sexual, I need you."
Those texts all received replies, which let me know where she stands. If sex isn't on the table, she isn't interested.
Now, it's to the point I'm sending them almost daily. I can't seem to get enough of her. If I'm being honest, I wish I could stop.
The more time I spend with her, the more I find myself falling already. However, I try to refrain since I know damn well that falling for her would be a slippery slope from which I may not recover.
She doesn't let me into her world. She's closed off like a locked-tight safe, warding off intruders from the inside out. The warning red flags are all there, but they have the opposite effect of what they should.
The very things that should push me away from her somehow draw me to her more.
"You live here all alone?" she asks as we make our way through my expansive farmhouse. She looks around in awe. While her eyes are on the house, my eyes remain on her.
"For now," I answer with a wink, eyeing her up and down.
She snorts out a laugh. "Ha! Dream on, buddy!
" Then her gaze flicks to me. "Okay. You got me in your home alone. Job well done, Mister Murderer. Now what? Do you take me to your dungeon, tie me up, have your way with me, and then chop me into pieces? You own a farm, but I didn’t see any pigs to feed me to.
" She chuckles humorously as the words leave her mouth.
When all I answer with is a smile, Izzy walks on ahead of me, taking in my home.
It's the first time she has agreed to come here; usually, she requests that I rent a hotel room.
She appears mesmerized by it, and I can't help but feel pride overtake me.
I've worked hard to afford it. I had never dreamed of owning the historical farmhouse, its land, or anything like it. I always pictured myself staying in the city, where I feel most comfortable, but something about its charm called out to me. I needed it to be mine. Hell, maybe I’ll even get some animals.
I wonder which ones Izzy likes. Chickens?
Cows? Maybe horses? Definitely not pigs.
Catching up, I wrap my arm around her waist, halting her movements, and pull her to me.
"What if today wasn't sexual, and we didn't stay here at all?" I whisper into her ear.
Instantly, she pulls out of my grasp, swinging around to face me head-on with confusion painted all over her beautiful features. "Your text clearly said—"
I chuckle, and her confusion quickly turns to annoyance. "I know what my text said. I was just going over your rulebook in my head, and nowhere is it mentioned that non-sexual fun isn't allowed."
The corners of her mouth curl into a smile, and she sucks in her bottom lip, trying to hide it.
It's then I know that, even though she may not like it, a part of her is falling for me too.