Chapter 19
MAVERICK
She was so fucking sweet. And sexy as hell. My dick was going to have a seam line imprinted in it. I couldn’t stop touching her. Her little shorts and t-shirt allowed me to see her body, feel her silky skin. I could do this all day, have her in my lap and just touch her over her clothes.
In the car, she’d been bold. Brave. Told me she was wet.
Coming here, to this amazing house Bradley had found for me to live, made her shy.
That was okay. I wasn’t going to rush her.
She was right here with me on all of this.
The only difference was that my dick and my brain were in sync.
Hers wasn’t quite yet, but she was getting there.
She had a lot to lose if I was the asshole she expected me to be. So she’d sit in my lap all fucking day until she caught on that I was different.
I wasn’t the selfish lover who neglected her. The asshole who’d made her doubt herself. The fucker who’d made her apologize even when she didn’t even know what she did wrong.
Breathing in her scent, I kissed along her neck. I couldn’t help myself.
“I…”
I pulled my head back and met her eyes. Without her glasses, they were so bright. A shimmery green, slightly dazed. There was a spray of freckles across her nose and color bloomed in her cheeks.
“What?” I stroked the ends of her hair, the silky strands sifting through my fingers.
Her gaze dropped to my shirt and she lifted a finger to trace over the lettering on my chest. “I want to come, but I don’t want to decide.”
“Hmm,” I murmured, considering. Maybe she was worried about choosing wrong, that I wouldn’t like the answer.
That was impossible because mouth, fingers, or dick were all correct options.
Still, it was an insight into her. Letting go, giving up the need to think or decide.
That pretty head of hers must churn all the time. “You want me to take charge?”
She nodded, then glanced up at me through her lashes. So fucking pretty.
With her sweet consent given and a plan in place, I was energized. Fuck yes.
My mission was to get Bridget to come any way I wanted.
“Choice E it is then,” I replied. “Take your hair down.”
She blinked, expecting me to say something different. Reaching up to work the hair tie from her bun made her tits lift beneath her t-shirt. I couldn’t resist cupping them and running my thumbs back and forth over her nipples. They hardened beneath my touch.
Her hair fell in soft tendrils over her shoulders, down her back and brushed my fingers.
“Fuck, baby. You should wear it down.”
I rubbed the ends of a silky strand, imagined the dark curtain spread over my pillow.
Scout trotted over and nudged Bridget’s thigh. She laughed and gave him a pet.
“If we’re going to be roommates,” I told him. “You can’t be poaching my girl.”
Scout looked up at me, tongue hanging out with happiness.
Bridget laughed.
“This one’s mine. Go take a nap.” I pointed toward the thick rug in front of the fireplace. We didn’t pull his things out of the trunk yet, but he’d be just fine until we did.
Lifting his chin as if insulted, he turned and did as I said, circling three times before settling in, eyes closing.
“Where was I?” I asked, tucking my fingers into the hem of her shirt, slowly worked it up, meeting her eyes and ensuring this was what she wanted. When she raised her arms over head, I got the green light and stripped it from her.
Her bra was pale pink and simple. But was it fucking hot as hell because it was perfectly sheer, her nipples completely visible. There was no lace. No satin. No ribbons.
I groaned because… fuck me. Pre-cum spurted from my dick just looking at her.
“Take it off,” I said, my voice husky and deep.
Reaching behind her, she undid the clasp, let the bra slip off her shoulders, then dropped it on the floor, forgotten.
Setting my big hands at her back, I pulled her in closer, bent my head and took one lush tip into my mouth. Licked and sucked at that hard tip.
Bridget cried out and her fingers tangled in my hair. “Mav!”
I kissed my way from one to the other. “That’s right. Say my name.”
With my mouth on one breast, I cupped the other, played with her nipple, then switched. Back and forth until she was squirming, riding my dick through our shorts.
“I bet you can come if I play with these beauties enough,” I guessed, my voice deep and rough like sandpaper. “But there’s more of you I want to explore. Up.”
I gripped her hips and lifted her off my lap.
Standing before me, she was perfection. Her hair was wild and long, her eyes blurry with arousal.
Her breasts were pink from my play and her nipples hard little raspberries, all slick from my mouth.
I flicked open the button on her shorts, slid down the zipper.
She took over, shimmying the cotton down her hips so they pooled around her ankles.
Her panties matched her bra and was equally sheer.
I could see she wasn’t shaved or waxed bare, but had a trim little thatch of dark hair above pink pussy lips.
And I could see a dark spot proving she wasn’t just wet but soaked.
I growled, ran a finger over that drenched fabric.
“You are wet. That for me?”
I lifted my gaze from her panty covered pussy to her eyes. She bit her lip, nodded.
“Show me,” I growled.
Her eyes flared and she pushed her panties down.
“Give me your foot.” I patted my thigh and she lifted her leg and did as she was told. Undoing the laces on her sneaker, I pulled it off, then her sock. She set her foot back down on the wood floor, then switched. This time, when I was done, I held her ankle.
Shook my head, so she knew not to move.
“Look at you.”
With her leg raised, I could see her perfect pussy.
Glistening and swollen, her clit peeking out from full pink lips.
I breathed in her sweet scent. My mouth watered to taste her.
I set her foot beside my thigh on the couch so she was more stable, but still wide open.
Settling my hand back on her hip, I cupped her pussy with the other.
This time, there was nothing between my fingers and her sopping core.
“Fuck,” I breathed as she startled. “Shh.”
Like I had with her body, I stroked over her folds, spreading her wetness and circling her clit. I felt her stiffen, then wobble. This wouldn’t do.
I lifted her so she was back on my lap straddling me once more, this time completely bare. I’d thank Bradley later for the floor-to-ceiling windows so it was nice and bright. I could see every inch of her pale skin. Her upturned breasts, those dark curls that couldn’t hide her–my–pussy.
Setting my knees wide once more, she hovered.
“Better?”
She nodded, bit her lip.
“Look at you, my good girl. On my lap showing me everything. Where was I?” With one barely there fingertip, I circled her clit, then slid it inside her. Tight, wet heat surrounded the digit. A clench of her inner walls squeezed.
Fuck.
She looked at me eyes wide. “Mav,” she said on a shaky breath.
“Like that?” I was barely touching her, just my finger slowly pumping in and out of her. Wet sounds accompanied the small movement and we both knew how much she liked it without her saying a word.
She set her hand on my shoulder and arched her back. “More.”
I loved that she told me what she wanted, so I gave it to her. Pulling out, I slid my ring finger in beside my middle one, stretching her wide. Fuck, she was tiny. Tight.
My dick pulsed at the idea of trying to fit.
She groaned and I pressed deep, my palm rubbing her clit.
Then she began to move, although only little rolls of her hips because she had no traction propped on my thighs.
Her tits thrust up with every shift and with my free hand I began to play with them.
Cup, knead, a gentle squeeze. Then a pluck and tug on a nipple. Switch sides.
She was going to come. That was my mission, and she was on her way there based on the sounds coming from her and the way she tried to roll her hips, but I wasn’t sure if I could make it.
This sexy makeout/petting session was the hottest thing I’ve ever done with a woman and I was already close to coming.
I dropped my hand from her tits, opened up my shorts, reached in and pulled my dick up so it stuck out the top of my boxers in the V of space of the parted zipper. The relief was immediate, but so was the need to get inside her.
Bridget watched and then stared. My fingers were still deep inside her, but now still.
“You’re big,” she said, commenting on only what she could see of the throbbing head. There were inches and inches that hadn’t been revealed.
A drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip and I swiped it with my thumb. Reaching up, I smeared it across her plump bottom lip, then pushed my thumb into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it. I growled at the wet suck and I pulled it free.
She frowned.
“Keep doing that and I’ll come all over myself,” I warned.
She smiled, this time with a vixen’s twist to her lips.
“This is all about you, baby. I want you to come all over my hand.”
I slid my fingers up and down her front wall as I watched her face and knew the second I found her special spot.
“Mav!” she cried, her eyes wide with surprise.
Yeah, no one had taken care of my baby.
I curled my fingers right there. Her hips rolled and a moan slipped from her lips.
Concentrating on that spot, I got my other hand involved, resting low on her belly so my wet thumb circled her clit. It was slick and swollen and I watched as I pushed her right to the edge.
“Mav, Mav, please. I’m… I–”
Her head tilted back, eyes closed, but when she was close, her inner walls fluttered, a flush spread over her skin and looked to me, eyes wide and full of… panic.
So I talked her through it so she knew I was right there with her, that I had her. “Shh, such a good girl. You’re going to come so hard. Your pussy was made for me. That’s it. Let go for me. Yes. Fuck, yes.”
Her gaze went blurry as she came, but she kept it locked on mine. Breathy little moans filled the room and the nails that she dug into my shoulder were going to leave marks.
Fuck me, I had a feeling she already had.