Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Maverick
L ight fizzles and ignites like sparklers in my nerve endings. She sighs into the kiss, a gentle moan gripping the tail of that soft sound, and I’m melting. I’m drifting. Pieces of me break apart and splinter in the best way. The walls collapse as if she’s pulled a string.
Frustration follows the pleasant feelings because I can’t do anything with them. This woman is quickly becoming putty in the hands of an incompetent artist. Instead of molding her body to mine, I can only look and imagine what it would be like to be part of her.
I lean back and look into her eyes. “Slap me, sweetheart.”
The lust-haze clears from her gaze, and she blinks. “Huh?”
“I don’t mean a little love tap, either. You really have to give it all you’ve got.”
She looks at my crotch as realization dawns in her eyes. “Oh. Right.” Looking back at my face, she nibbles her bottom lip and raises her hand. “Are you sure? I mean, you’re under the influence, and I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“I’m clear-headed enough to tell you that I want you more than you can understand.
More than even I can grasp. I’m also clear-headed enough to know this is a bad idea.
” I lean forward and run my hands through her dark hair until I reach the back of her scalp, where I squeeze and pull her closer.
“It’s a terrible idea, but fuck the consequences.
Hurt me, Frankie. Hurt me so that I can please you. ”
I pull her lips to mine, and she relaxes in my hold as our mouths move as one. Her hands drift to my biceps, where she explores each muscle as if she’s mapping me out. She breaks the kiss and straddles my waist.
“I’ve made worse decisions,” she whispers against my lips. Then she raises her hand and delivers one hell of a slap to the side of my face.
Fuck, the pain is delicious. Heat blazes over my skin, and my cheek begins to swell. My eye even waters. But it’s not enough.
“Treat me like one of your interrogation suspects,” I offer, hoping it gives her some ideas.
“The slap wasn’t enough?”
I shake my head.
Whap!
My skull rocks to the side, and I see stars.
“How about now?” She reaches back and cups my semi. “Jesus, what the fuck do I have to do, shoot you? If this is what it takes to get hard, it’s a wonder you’re still alive.”
The insecurity nibbles at my insides, and I try to ease her off my lap, but she fights to stay seated.
“Hang on,” she grunts. “I’m not ready to give up just yet.”
Without any warning, she drops against my chest and sinks her teeth into my trap. With the bite force of a fucking alligator, she clenches her jaw while also driving her nails into my ribs. Glorious pain sings through my muscles until I’m forced to cry out.
She releases her hold and looks at me. “Too hard?”
“If you mean my cock, yes.” I smirk at her. “Keep it going until we’re in the heat of battle, sweetheart. Dose me with little shots of pain.”
I reach up and tear down the romper top, not caring as the fabric rips. Frankie hurries to pull it off the rest of the way, followed by her bra and panties. As she stands beside the bed, I can see every beautiful inch of her body, and it’s magnificent.
“Lie on the bed,” I demand. “I need to taste you.”
As soon as her back hits the mattress, I’m on her.
Need was the right word, and I can’t even blame the drugs now.
This desire springs from a hunger I’ve endured for far too long.
I’m starving for her, and I don’t know where to start.
My tongue lashes over her relaxed breasts, and my fingers revel in their softness.
I suck her hardened nipple into my mouth and nibble that delicious bud until a soft moan rolls out of her.
Despite all the glorious feedback from Frankie, I’m unable to maintain the erection, and my cock softens as I nip and nibble my way down her soft stomach. That’s okay. I’ll focus on her for now. The important part is that I know she can deliver the push I need.
“Do you have any kinks, sweetheart? I can’t be the only one.” I nip her thighs and move closer to the warmth between them. “Hopefully it’s not submission. Not sure how that would work out.”
She laughs, and that sound coupled with the sweet scent of her desire is almost enough to get me hard. I don’t wait for her response. I can’t. If I don’t press my tongue to her and taste that beautiful pussy, I’ll die.
A moan drifts on the air as my mouth connects with her. Heat rushes over my tastebuds in waves, and my tongue must feel so cool against her warm skin. Her hips jerk when I find her clit and give it a light flick with the tip of my tongue.
“God, this is so fucked up,” she moans. “Maybe that’s my kink. Doing what I shouldn’t.”
I keep eating her, refusing to stop long enough to reply. Once I’ve made her come, we can continue the conversation.
Her thighs quiver against my head, but she doesn’t come. Even when I slip my fingers into her warmth and tease that sensitive place deep inside her, she teeters on the edge of oblivion but refuses to fall.
“I need you to fuck me,” she begs through a whimper.
Well, damn. I didn’t see this coming.
I reach into my pocket and pull out the trusty lighter.
As I eat her pussy and finger her with my right hand, my left hand flicks the wheel until a flame appears.
I allow the heat to linger before dousing the flame and pressing the metal against the back of my ear.
While I don’t enjoy leaving a mark that someone might see, needs must.
Pain sears through my skull, and I’m just glad Frankie is too lost to the moment to realize what I’m doing. Blood rushes to my cock at the same speed. I pull away long enough to yank off my shorts, hurrying before the pain recedes and my brain figures out what we’re doing here.
As my cock springs free, Frankie’s eyes widen. She licks her lips and swallows, then closes her legs. “On second thought?—”
I stop mere centimeters from her entrance. “If you’ve changed your mind, we don’t have to continue. I want you, but I’ve never been turned on by forcing a woman to do something she isn’t comfortable with.”
“Why do you have to say something so perfect when I’m trying to be a good girl?”
“Because I like you better when you’re bad.” I lean forward and kiss her as my erection begins to fade. Maybe this is for the best , I think as she pulls away, but then her teeth sink into my bottom lip.
I harden instantly and jerk forward, pushing against her pussy. She opens her mouth to cry out as I enter her, and I’ve never felt more like a beast in rut. I interpreted the bite as an invitation, but was I wrong? Judging by the way she looks up at me, I might have been.
“Fuck,” she whispers. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so full. Go easy on me.”
“Sweetheart, I will do whatever you tell me to. If you want it gentle, I’ll show you gentle.”
I ease forward, pushing myself deeper before easing out of her again. She breathes with me, matching the motion, sighing a little harder with each thrust as her eyes drift closed. Her breasts rise and fall, and her lips part as she loses herself to the feeling.
“Can I go a little deeper?” I ask, and she nods her head. Dark hair falls over her cheek as she whimpers, and I lean forward and brush it away as I maintain that slow, deep rhythm. “I want to see you. You’re so beautiful, so familiar to me. When you come, I want to watch you lose control.”
She moans and rocks with me now. Her hands move to her breasts, where she squeezes the mounds and tweaks her nipples between her fingers. Watching her play with them makes me want to suck them. Bite them.
“I want you to ride me,” I say as I ease out of her. “Use me until you come.”
We swap positions, and she straddles my waist. Before she puts me inside her, I pull her down so that I can nibble her breasts.
As I willingly suffocate, she grinds down on my cock to the point of pain, which is perfection.
Each moan that slides out of her chips away at my patience a little more, and when she finally slips me inside of her, I nearly come.
This isn’t how this is supposed to go, and I start to panic internally. First she made me come in my shorts, and now I’m about to nut before she’s had a chance to get hers. Ain’t happening.
But fuck, now she’s speeding up. Her hands plant on my chest, and she grinds down, taking me all the way. With a long, low moan, her head tips back. She’s a fucking goddess.
“Fuck, I think I might actually come,” she says, and her pussy clamps down on my cock. “I’m so close...so...”
My hands shoot to her hips, keeping her steady as her pussy creates a friction burn on my pelvis.
The speed with which she moves, the hunger that permeates every gasp for air, tells me she wants this orgasm more than she wants a fucking promotion in her department, and that is a very dangerous thing to know.
Because as she moans and shakes and explodes on my cock, she’s losing a piece of herself. And as I release inside her, so am I.