18. Mila
18
MILA
We were quiet on our way back to the hotel room.
I didn’t know what I had been thinking when I agreed to come back with him. Or when I’d goaded him into taking action—to play the game I wanted him to play.
He had been right about that. I had been goading him, wanting to see what he would do. And he didn’t disappoint. My legs were still weak from the multiple orgasms in the car, and my breathing still felt out of control.
I was so hyperaware of everything that went on around me that once the elevator dinged to announce we’d arrived on his floor, I nearly jumped out of my skin.
I glanced sideways at Maverick.
A smirk graced his lips before he slowly turned to me.
“What are we doing here?” I asked, stepping out of the elevator with Maverick close behind me.
“Showing you,” he said darkly. “Once we get in our room, you’re going to be my good girl and strip. And once you’re done, I want you to climb onto the bed and beg me to eat out your pretty little cunt. Show me what a good girl you can be, and I’ll reward you nicely for it.”
My breath caught in his words. “And if I don’t?”
He shrugged like he couldn’t care either way, but I could see the lie in his eyes. “Then we go back down to my car and I drive you home, little monster. So choose. And, baby? I really hope you make the right choice.”
There wasn’t really a choice. Not when I was already wet from his words. Not when I really wanted to see what it would feel like for Maverick to lose control with me, to bring me to a world of pleasures I had never experienced before meeting the brothers.
Hadn’t I told myself this would be different? That I wasn’t going to live in the shadows of the club? That I wasn’t going to let my dad dictate my life, even— hopefully —from the grave?
I really wanted to experience it now. Though I wasn’t sure if I was ready for anything more. Not with these men I barely knew.
We stopped at the front door, and I could tell Maverick was waiting for my decision. He was being patient, but still, I got the feeling he wasn’t a patient man. Not that I felt pressured into giving him an answer, but more so that I could feel him so close to my back, the heat of him messing with my mind and making it hard to think, to breathe.
One touch from him and I was sure I would combust.
I took a deep breath and turned my head around to him. His blue eyes were nearly dark with hunger, making me feel a little better about myself. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. This wasn’t one-sided. And they never said, but I was sure all three brothers had more experience than I did. I shook my head. Hell, they probably had more experience than me at my age. But he wanted me. They wanted me.
Killian might still be a volatile anomaly to me, but Maverick and Silas never hid their desires.
“How far will we go?” I asked.
“As far as you want, sweetheart.”
“Just like that?” I might not know much about men, but didn’t they have expectations when it came to these things?
“Just like that.”
Call me crazy, but I believed him.
If they wanted to harm me, they would have already. Especially that day when Silas locked me in his room. But they had been sweet, and Silas was the one to save me from Lenny, who was now stuck in prison.
“Okay,” I breathed, feeling the word all the way down to my clit, beating to its own kind of rhythm. Hell.
Maverick’s smile grew, and he reached past me to open the door. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, as if it wanted to fly and not be contained, while Maverick gently ushered me into the dark room.
“Where are your brothers?”
Silas had told me he had to go on a little business trip for Maverick, but what of Killian? How awkward would it be if we ran into him? Especially after that kiss.
“Didn’t Silas tell you?” he asked, turning on the light and closing the door behind me. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from reacting so strongly. I was nervous.
Nervous and excited.
“What about Killian?” I asked.
“He’s out as well,” Maverick answered.
“So it’s just us.”
Maverick turned and looked at me. I resisted the urge to squirm. “It’s just us.”
I watched as he casually went to the small makeshift kitchen and took out two glasses and a bottle of scotch.
He indicated the bottle.
I shook my head. “I don’t drink much.”
Or at all. I wasn’t a big drinker. Watching so many of the patch members of my dad’s club be controlled by alcohol and drugs had steered me away from it.
Although none of the men had ever looked so… sophisticated and in control as Maverick did, holding the bottle. I doubted he would ever let anything or anyone control him.
“Is that so?” he commented, pouring himself a generous amount and walking over to me. The glass caught the light, shimmering in his hand like gold as he stopped close to me. I looked down at our feet.
Was it wrong to love the size difference between us?
I should be wary of men—huge men in particular—and while I was wary of Maverick and his brothers, I didn’t want to get as far away from them as possible. Just the opposite.
His fingers hooked under my chin, lifting until I looked back up at him, his expression unreadable.
He pressed the cool glass against my lips. “Open, little monster.”
I opened my mouth without a thought and his eyes darkened. He tipped the glass back and fed me a small sip of the alcohol.
It burned flowing down my throat, and my eyes watered.
He took his own sip, keeping his eyes on me the entire time.
Why was that so sexy?
Once he was done, he leaned down until his lips touched my ear and said, “Go to my room.”
My breath hitched. He smirked, turning me around and pointing at the closed door.
Straightening, he slapped my ass once, knocking me out of my stupor. I turned and glared at him. His eyes glinted as if daring me.
I shook my head, flipped my hair over my shoulder, and sashayed over to the door, hoping I looked seductive and not awkward. I got to his door, looked back once more at Maverick, who was still standing where I left him, a smirk on his too-beautiful face, before opening it and walking inside.
I kept the door open a gap and turned on the light.
The room itself was as big as the entirety of my motel room, plus a few extra square feet. It was a simple room, even if the furniture looked expensive. It was decorated in dark colors, from black to varying shades of blue, which reminded me a lot of Maverick’s eyes. In the center of it all was the king-sized bed.
My knees felt like Jell-O. I didn’t know how long I had until he came back. There wasn’t a part of me that didn’t want this. I wanted him. I wanted his controlling, domineering presence as much as I wanted Silas’ playfulness. Perhaps club life had fucked me up more than I’d thought. How could I possibly crave this many men at the same time? And the fact that they were brothers didn’t help one bit.
I squirmed, my hands moving up and taking off my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, considering Maverick had torn mine in the car. I wasn’t wearing any underwear either, now that my black thong was tucked away in Maverick’s pocket, and I wasn’t sure I would be getting it back.
I had Silas on my mind when I’d put it on before work, before I realized my car had suddenly stopped working. I didn’t know he had left the city.
So the thong I wore for one brother was now in the possession of another.
I tried not to think about how that made me look. I tried not to think about my father’s words, warning me not to do anything stupid with his club brothers, as if I would ever let any of them touch me with a ten-foot pole. But his words had left their marks.
I looked around the room, feeling way more exposed than I had ever felt, but it wasn’t in a bad way.
I didn’t allow myself to think when I took off my jeans. I was now naked in Maverick’s hotel room. And he wanted me to?—
I shook my head, unable to even think the words.
I leaned down and picked up my clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the desk in the corner, as if he would care if they were neat or not. Then I turned and walked over to the bed, pressing my hand down on the cold sheets. They were much softer than what I’d had in the motel room.
I couldn’t hear Maverick outside, but I was sure he was there. I just didn’t know what he was doing. So I lay down on the bed, on top of the blanket, gazing up at the ceiling. My face flamed as I spread my legs wide, feeling the cold air tease my drenched pussy lips.
Hell.
How long was he going to keep me waiting?
A soft murmur came through and I tensed, wondering if he was bringing in other men. I didn’t know Maverick very well, but I didn’t think he would, not without telling me about it. I hadn’t missed the way he had wrapped his arms around me possessively when a man in a business suit had checked me out in the lobby.
So who was he talking to?
I sighed with relief when I heard the door close and Maverick was no longer talking. Heavy footsteps thumped in tandem with my beating heart. For some reason, I thought Maverick must be making that much noise on purpose. He could probably be as quiet as a mouse if he needed to be.
Then the door was pushed open, and Maverick leaned his weight against the doorframe, taking me in.
“Fuck me, but what a sight you make, little monster. And so fucking good at following directions. You’re my good girl.”
Goose bumps rose on my skin at his praise. As much as I should hate him calling me his “good girl,” I loved it more, and I didn’t know what that said about me. How many lines I would allow him to cross just to hear him say his good girl ? What a dangerous thought.
“Do you have anything to tell me?” he asked, moving his hand up to cup his jaw, bringing my attention to his neatly trimmed beard, wondering how it would feel when he ate me out.
I licked my parched lips and looked directly into his eyes, trying to remember his exact words. “Please eat out my pretty little cunt.”
He uttered a small curse and pushed away from the door, moving to the bed. He tugged on his tie, pulling it off him. I didn’t know what he did for work, or why he was always in a suit, but I was really loving this style on him.
He threw the tie on the bed next to my head, and shrugged out of his suit jacket. A thrill of excitement went through me at the prospect of his getting naked in front of me, but he only took off his jacket and unbuttoned a few buttons of his white dress shirt, then rolled up the sleeves. A hint of his tattoos peeked out from the folded sleeve of one arm. I couldn’t tell what it was, but I vowed I would someday know.
I swallowed, taking in his impressive forearms, not realizing I had a thing for arms until now. He was just so big, everywhere. I had no doubt he would be big… there .
Desires and apprehension danced along my spine from the thought. My toes wiggled, and I resisted the urge to close my legs and rub them together to try to ease the tension.
His sharp eyes moved to them, his expression promising sweet torment if I moved out of my position. I held still, and he rewarded me with a smile.
He bent down and wrapped his huge hand around my thigh. I jumped slightly.
“Fuck, baby, but I can smell how turned on you are for me. Can see how turned on you are.” His hand skimmed up my leg, his thumb pressing down on my clit. A soft sound that I had never made before escaped my lips when he did nothing more than press his thumb there. “Can feel how wet you are for me.”
“Please, Maverick,” I begged. I had already begged him to eat me out—what was more begging? Hell, I was so desperate for his touch, his lips, I would have given him my firstborn child if he asked. “Please.”
“Look at you, little monster. Who knew you would be so perfect for me? And you’ll take what I give you, won’t you?”
He replaced his thumb with his fingers, moving up and down my slit.
“Fuck,” I whispered as he teased my opening before moving away and playing with my clit once more. He clamped down on it with his finger, the pressure almost too much.
I shook my head and moved my hand down, trying to get him to lessen up.
“Nuh-uh, naughty girl. Are you trying to stop me?”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. He grabbed the tie and wrapped it around my wrists before moving them above my head. Quick movements and I soon found myself tied to the bar of the headboard. I flexed my wrists and tried to pull my hands away.
I was stuck.
I looked at him with wide eyes. “Maverick.”
I wasn’t sure how I felt about being tied up and under his mercy.
He offered me a wicked grin. “Yes, my beautiful girl?”
His hand moved down my body, stopping at my breast. He molded his large hand around it, squeezing it and playing with me. My back arched as he pinched my nipple.
“Fuck. Please.”
He pulled harder on my nipple, tugging it up until I could think of nothing but sharp pain. I yanked my tied wrists a little harder.
He climbed on the bed and leaned down, replacing his fingers with his teeth.
Fuck, I didn’t know which was better.
“Maverick, please.”
“Yes?”
“You were… you were…”
He smiled. “Can’t you say the words after begging me so prettily before?”
I bit my lip. “Please. I want your mouth.”
“Where, baby? Here?” His mouth closed around my nipple once more, his hand playing with my other breast, massaging the globe gently and driving me insane.
I shook my head, wanting to cry. “No, not there.”
He used the tip of his tongue to flick at my nipple. Hell.
“Where?”
The bastard knew exactly where. He just wanted me to say it. “My pussy. Maverick! Please.”
A sob escaped my lips as he rolled my nipple around with his teeth. The hand he was using to play with my breast tightened its grip, making me lose focus.
Looking up and meeting my eyes, he winked. “Your wish is my command.”
He shifted around, moving his enormous frame in between my legs.
I lifted my hips against him, trying to get as close to him as I could. He placed one hand on my belly and pushed me down, keeping me still. The look in his eyes told me to obey if I wanted his lips.
I held still and tried to control my breathing.
He rewarded me by kissing and licking his way down my body. I let out a small yelp that quickly turned into a moan when he nipped at the skin on my side.
Finally— finally , he got to my mound. His lips moved over the surface, and his fingers came down to play, gently teasing the lips open for him. Then he covered me entirely with his mouth.
I threw my head back and screamed.
He hummed around me, the vibration nearly sending me over the edge. I tried to close my legs when the sensation suddenly became too much, but his body was in the way. Both hands clamped down on my thighs, holding me still for him as his lips moved relentlessly.
“Fuck, Maverick,” I whimpered.
“Does this feel good, little monster?”
I nodded frantically, pulling against the binding holding me to the bed as tears burned the corners of my eyes. “So, so good.”
“That’s it. Don’t hold back on me now. You were such a good girl for me, I think that deserves a reward.”
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the pillow when I felt his teeth around my clit, sucking it into his mouth before letting go and flicking it with his tongue.
How could this feel so good?
His hands left my thighs and moved up my body until he grabbed my breasts, fondling them in both hands softly, playfully. I arched more into his touch, my legs trembling.
“How close are you, little monster?”
I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded. He nipped at the outer lip of my pussy. I shrieked in pain.
“Words,” he said meanly. “I want your words.”
“Close,” I cried. “Please.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Come for me, baby.”
He went back to eating me out, his fingers rolling my nipples over and over and over.
I plummeted.
With a scream, I plummeted into the deep, dark abyss, unaware of my surroundings and of the monsters nearby.
I didn’t care, because this felt so good, and I just wanted Maverick to make me feel this good again.
I turned my head sideways and buried my face into the pillow, muffling my screams, when I felt him let go of my nipples, pushing his hand down between my legs, and driving one finger inside me. My toes curled, and I tried to edge away from him, from the sensation.
He followed me, never letting me go, and never offering any kind of mercy.
He prolonged the orgasm for as long as possible, leaving me completely drained, unable to do anything more than lie there.
“Fuck, baby girl. Look at how beautifully you came for me. I said this once, and I’ll say it again: You’re just so fucking perfect, aren’t you?”
Me? Perfect?
He was blind. I wasn’t perfect. I looked run-down most days from the life I’d lived so far, and he was… otherworldly .
There was just something so flawless, so utterly, captivatingly ideal about him and his brothers, and this perfect man thought I was perfect?
I wasn’t going to correct him.
If our time was limited, I was going to let him think of me as perfect.
I felt the binding around my wrists loosen before he removed it completely, and then I was drawn into his arms. Lying on the bed, he was still dressed, the texture of his suit fabric rubbing against my all-too-sensitive skin and making me shiver.
“Cold?” he asked, pulling the blankets over us before I could even say anything. I wondered if he acted this way with all the women he spent the night with.
I grimaced at the thought, hating the image of him with some nameless, faceless woman that wasn’t me, and buried my face into his chest before he could see.
It was hypocritical of me. I kissed one brother in the elevator, spent the night with one not too long ago, and was now being wrapped tightly in the arms of the third. He could surely spend his nights with anyone. We didn’t owe each other anything.
I didn’t know how long we stayed like that.
At some point, I would probably have to leave his arms, but he was warm, and as with Silas, I felt safe, and I didn’t want this feeling to end.
“What are we doing?” I muttered into his chest after a moment.
When he didn’t answer me, I sat up from his chest and looked up at him. He was staring directly at me, something unreadable in those blue eyes of his. He looked almost… confused.
As if he couldn’t quite figure me out. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. I swallowed nervously, and he reached his hand out for me, cupping my cheek. I burrowed into his touch without thinking, and regretted it almost instantly when his eyes widened. I pulled back and cleared my throat in embarrassment. That was probably far too intimate than needed.
But then he squeezed me to him, holding me tighter, his hand never leaving my cheek. His fingers swiped gently under my eyes. I was sure there were bags there that not even a thousand sleeps could help.
He didn’t seem to mind.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, his voice gruff.
I shrugged. “A little.”
“Good. I ordered some room service and had the plates put on a heating pad. It should still be warm.”
I smiled. So that was who I’d heard before he came into the room. How unexpected. And sweet. “That sounds great.”
He made a move to lift me off his lap. I stopped him with one hand on his forearm, trying not to act too giddy over the fact that I was touching him right now. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
He was hard. I could feel him pressing up against me. I wiggled on his lap and he gritted his teeth, moving his hand down and grabbing my hips. “Hold still, little monster.”
I bit my lip. “I can?—”
He shook his head. “No. If I let you touch me, I won’t be able to stop. And you’re not ready for anything more—are you?”
He eyed me in an inquisitive manner. It was on the tip of my tongue to say yes, but we both knew that would be a lie.
I shook my head.
He smiled a self-deprecating smile. “I didn’t think so.”
That didn’t seem fair. Before I could say anything else, he wrapped me up in the sheets and stood with me in his arms. I let out a small, embarrassed squeal and wrapped my arms around him. He grinned.
“Wait,” I said, slapping the skin on his back. He paused at the threshold of the door. “Can’t I put on clothes first?”
His heated eyes moved over me, taking in the exposed skin that the sheets didn’t cover, and licked his lips. “Nope.”
Then he walked to the living room and deposited me on the couch. I wrapped the sheets a little tighter around me just as he rolled the cart with our food over. He sat down close to me, our thighs touching, and even with his pants and the sheets separating us, it still felt like nothing.
He opened the lids and showed me a variety of foods I didn’t know the name of. I might have recognized chicken, I wasn’t sure. For the first time, my upbringing reared its ugly head, making me insecure. He and his brothers were obviously worldly. They’d probably even been out of the country, whereas this was my first time even being outside of Chicago.
So what were they doing with a girl like me?
I shook my head when he pulled one plate closer to me, some sort of meat with vegetables covered in brown sauce. He forked up a good portion and held it up to my lips.
“Open,” he said smoothly. I opened without a thought and his eyes darkened as he pushed the food into my mouth. Flavor instantly exploded, and I moaned without thinking. Maverick shifted on the couch, and I couldn’t help but smirk over that.
He reached over and tugged the sheets down from my body, exposing my breasts. Without saying another word, he clamped his fingers down on my nipple. I wiggled from the pain. It probably would have hurt so much had he not spent most of the night abusing my nipples.
“Maverick…”
“You’re such a pretty little brat. My little brat.”
I scowled at him, but then he twisted the nub and I gasped. I bit the inside of my cheek, and after a while, he let me go. I tried to cover myself back up when he stopped me.
“No, I’m enjoying the view.”
“I can’t eat like this,” I protested.
“Why not?” He fed me another bite. “You don’t have to do anything but sit there and look pretty while I feed you.”
“Feed me?”
He tapped my lips, getting me to close my mouth. “Chew and swallow, sweetheart.”
I did so without thinking.
“Fuck, but look at how good you are at following my commands.” He whispered something else I didn’t hear, but I thought it sounded like the words, fucking perfect .
I shook my head and stayed like that, trying not to feel so self-conscious while Maverick fed me and took a few of his own bites in between.
All the while, one thought bounced around in my head.
You don’t treat your fling or a one-night stand like this.
So what the hell was this?