Chapter Two
“Close the door,” Freya said.
Maverick did as she asked, and even flicked the locks into place. That kiss had been electrifying. One moment she’d been fumbling with her keys, and in the next, he’d been kissing her. That was some kiss.
Now, he pulled her into his arms.
Driving to her place, with Maverick following, had been exhilarating. She expected him to drive past her, but he’d pulled up, and now they were in her home, and he was kissing her.
Freya didn’t know how they made it upstairs, but they were in her bedroom, and he was pulling off her shirt. She heard something tear, but she ignored it. Grabbing his shirt, pulling it over his head, she tossed it to the floor.
He was covered in ink, most of which he’d gotten before he left high school. She remembered how many of the guys were in awe of his body. Within seconds he had her bra off, and she was fighting with his pants, but he tossed her to the bed, grabbing her skirt, and pulling it down her thighs. He simply tore her panties off her body, and she let out a moan.
He grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She went onto her elbows and watched as he spread her legs wide. The temptation to cover herself was strong, but she ignored it, and instead, watched as he pressed his palms to the inside of her thighs.
Licking her lips, she watched, feeling the anticipation drive higher, and then when he kissed the inside of her thigh, she nearly lost it. Another whimper fell from her lips, and then she gritted her teeth.
He moved to the opposite leg, doing the same. His tongue was tracing a path, getting closer to her pussy, and then he touched the lips of her sex. She nearly came right there and then.
His breath seemed to fan right across her tender flesh. She felt so sensitive, so on edge, and then he flicked his tongue right between her slit.
She screamed his name. The pleasure was so intense.
Maverick was a master with his tongue as he circled her clit, and then moved down, going toward the entrance of her pussy. He circled her, and then teased the opening, pushing his tongue just inside, but then he pulled back and went straight back to her clit. She cried out as he took her clit between his teeth and scored around it, creating just the right amount of pain mixed with pleasure. She didn’t know how much more she could take.
He pulled back, going toward the entrance of her pussy, as he started to tease her, by fucking her with his tongue.
She gripped the sheets beneath her, trying to contain her composure and not lose it, but it was impossible. His name spilled from her lips, like a song mantra. There was no way for her to stop it. She felt hungry, desperate for him.
He pulled back and went to her clit. This time, his fingers replaced his tongue. She felt him press a single finger inside her. Working in and out, he added a second one, stretching her.
It felt so good, especially as he worked her clit with his tongue. He set up a pace that had her hurtling toward her orgasm. She didn’t know if she was going to be able to hold back, and she didn’t want to as he pushed her higher, and she soared right off the edge.
Freya didn’t want it to end and it would seem neither did Maverick.
His tongue did slow down when the pleasure got too much for her. Her whole body felt so sensitive, but he didn’t stop. He began to build her up to a second orgasm. She didn’t think it would be possible for her, but once again, Maverick was the teacher. He knew her body better than she knew her own.
He pushed her right over the edge a second time. This orgasm felt even more intense than the first.
She didn’t want it to end, she couldn’t stop it, and then, all too soon, he pulled away.
Freya moved up onto her elbows, and she didn’t know exactly what to expect from him. Would he leave? Why did he stop?
Then, he reached for the opening of his pants and she couldn’t look away as he pulled that zipper down. Even through the jeans he wore, she saw the outline of his cock—long, thick. She licked her lips as she looked at him. He pushed the jeans down, and his boxer briefs followed. His cock stood out, long, thick, and proud. She felt an answering pulse between her thighs, which was insane, considering she’d just had two orgasms by him.
Maverick held onto his cock, working from the base up to the tip, then back down again. He looked so beautiful.
She imagined this was why artists were suddenly compelled to paint people. He was a statue of beauty. Only, there was nothing still or stonelike about Maverick. No, he was living, breathing, all man.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly expelled it and nibbled her bottom lip.
No words were spoken. She didn’t want him to pull away.
Those pesky nerves were back again. What did she have to do or say to let him know she wanted this? Why was this so hard?
Then, Maverick made the decision for them both, as he stepped closer to the bed and placed one knee between her spread thighs, then another.
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A good man would walk away.
He should leave Freya to let her find a good man, but he couldn’t do it. When Kyle had sent him that fucking text tonight, he couldn’t stand the thought of another guy hitting on the woman that belonged to him.
Freya was all his.
He’d never felt this possessive about a woman.
For a long time, he’d known Freya had been different from other women. She had always been on his radar, and now that he had a taste, he didn’t think for a second he was ever going to be able to quench his thirst for her. He felt possessed with need.
The fact he’d been the first man she’d been with had fucking thrilled him. No other man was ever going to know just how good she was. He’d be the first and only man to be with her.
What also scared him was while having these thoughts, he couldn’t help but think about finding a way to … keep her. In essence, to trap her. Knocking her up would be the best way, but Maverick didn’t know if he could do that to her.
The thought of Freya heavily pregnant with his child turned him on. He’d never wanted kids or a family, but one night with this woman, and he was more than ready to settle down.
Freya moved up the bed, and the moment she lay against the pillows, he stared down at her. Her full, rich, thick brown hair was spread across the pillows, and he stared into her beautiful brown eyes. Like always, there was a twinkle as she looked back at him.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing. Anyone ever tell you, you’re beautiful?” he asked.
She giggled, but it wasn’t an annoying sound. “Only when I’m offering them a discount at the store.” She groaned. “That sounds kind of dirty, doesn’t it?”
“I know what kind of discounts you’re offering, so it doesn’t sound all that strange to me.” And then, he dropped a kiss to her lips, because he couldn’t help himself. He needed to kiss those beautiful lips.
Sliding his tongue across her bottom lip, he began to plunge inside and met his own with hers. She tasted like beer and chocolate. A heady combination.
Reaching between them, he gripped his cock and slid the tip right through her slit, bumping her clit as he did so. She gasped and he swallowed it down.
Rocking back across her clit, he felt her body tense up, and he groaned, not wanting to stop. But, he knew he only had so much control when it came to her. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back.
Moving down toward her entrance, he stopped kissing her, staring into her pretty eyes, and then, inch by inch, he began to sink inside her pussy. He watched her eyes widen, and she moaned as he took her. There was no rush, and he waited to see if there was any kind of pain.
That first thrust had taken him by surprise the first time. Her reaction had nearly killed him. Now, he worked her pussy, and he heard her soft, subtle whimper, and he immediately stopped. “What’s wrong?” he asked. He couldn’t hurt her.
“It feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”
Now that he didn’t need to hold his cock, he grabbed both of her hands, placed them either side of her head, and then he sunk the last couple of inches inside her. Seated to the hilt within her, he stared into her eyes, not able to look away. She was so beautiful.
He searched her face, looking for any sign of pain, and when he was sure he didn’t see any, he was able to relax.
“It’s not going to hurt,” Freya said. “Not now.”
“You’ve got to forgive a guy for being worried.”
She tightened her grip around his hands, and this time she wrapped her legs around his waist and began to wriggle on his cock.
He closed his eyes and tried to gain some control, but that was impossible to do. She thrust her pelvis slowly, working her pussy over his length, and he couldn’t stay still.
Taking possession of her lips, he pulled out of her until only the tip of his dick was inside her. He kept hold of her hands at either side of her head, and he wouldn’t let her go.
“I’m the one in charge,” he said, then slammed balls-deep inside her.
Maverick didn’t hold back, this time he did fuck her. Each time he thrust inside her, he checked to make sure she could handle what he was giving her. There was no sign of pain or discomfort.
“I’m not going to break, Maverick.”
And now, he didn’t hold back. He took her harder, sliding in deeper. Letting go of her hands, he wrapped his arms around her body, sliding down to grip her hip as he pounded his dick within her. She felt so tight. He just couldn’t help himself.
Driving harder and faster inside her, he felt the first stirrings of his orgasm. He tried to hold back, but it seemed his body had other ideas. He filled Freya up, pulsing every single drop of his cum deep inside her pussy. He growled her name, sinking his face against her neck, breathing her in. She smelled so good. A combination of vanilla and cinnamon, two of his favorite flavors.
The orgasm lasted some time, and it was only as the pleasure began to fade that his own reality set in. He wanted to trap Freya, to make her belong to him, but he had changed his plan, only now he realized he’d not used a condom. This was twice now. Her virginity the last time had taken precedence on the conversation. He didn’t have an excuse now, but he didn’t know how to tell her he’d fucked up.