Chapter Seventeen
Raven.
I swallow around my professor’s engorged, heavy dick while he reads and not to me, just simply reading to himself for pleasure.
I’m doing my best not to swirl my tongue around the fat head so I can take him deeper. It’s when I’m swallowing my drool and my tongue flattens under the girth and I move, that he lets out a soft, masculine groan. It fills the quiet space and rings in my ears like a symphony.
Wicked green eyes flick to me from beneath his book and he sighs.
Sighs at me as though I’m a nuisance and liquid heat pools between my legs.
He sets the book down, one finger between the pages so he doesn’t lose his spot.
I love that Maverick reads more than I do.
I love it even more that he does it shirtless where I can see every rune, every Latin phrase etched into his skin. He’s a masterpiece.
The freshly tatted image of me, head bowed, hands bound above my head, black wings on, breasts out and nipples hard, kneeling before him on his chest gleams at me from above.
I can see the faint lines of my usual fishnets and I know that’s what I must have looked like the night he took me to Room Seven at Inferno.
I soared when I saw it, honored he chose me to be inked on him forever, wanting to kiss all over it, but afraid to mess up the healing process .
This must be what it felt like for Jonas when he saw his number tatted on my ribcage. He wanted to touch it so badly, but I kept pushing his finger down, shooing him away. Now, he always rubs his thumb against it before playing with my breasts and always kisses it before going down on me.
“What is it you need from me for you to just be a good girl and warm my cock, Siren? Hmm? It’s a simple task - I feed you my cock and you keep it warm like the perfect little cocksleeve I know you can be.” The aggravation in his voice makes my heart plunge.
I want to tell him to fuck my face. To please, please for the love of God to fuck my face. I whimper around his length instead.
He bucks his hips, slowly, letting me take more of him in until he softly hits the back of my throat and I swear I feel it like he’s in my pussy.
My clit tingles and I’m aching to play with myself.
But I’m not allowed. Something he’s been doing since our night at Inferno is he ties my wrists behind my back and then gives me a task to focus on to keep from freaking out.
I also know he’s doing this to keep my mind off Jonas.
He retreats, settling again and I follow, laying my head on his thigh.
He pets my hair, and I promise myself to do better…
But then I swallow again and keep my smirk to myself.
He slams his book shut then places it on the end table and puts both hands on either side of my temples, fingertips in my hair, lightly pulling.
It almost feels like a scalpel massage, sending tingles everywhere and pumps his hips once, twice, so irritatingly slow, I have to clamp my thighs together.
My eyes involuntarily close and I moan. Angry, brutal Maverick is to die for but Maverick slowly teasing me is like the eye before the storm.
“My greedy girl. This is what you wanted, isn’t it, my cock past your tongue and in your throat?”
I’m afraid to nod but I do it anyway.
He pulls out of my mouth, and I whimper again at the loss of him. “Stand, Siren.”
I do. I’m naked, save my knee-high socks and his silk tie around my wrists.
I need to buy him more of these. He leans forward, hands on the back of my thighs, my sex now at eye-level to him but he pushes his nose into the trimmed curls of my mound and inhales.
I watch a shiver race through him as he sits straight, hands curling in on the fleshy part of my inner thighs and he pulls outward, spreading me open from behind.
“I can smell how wet you are. Is that what holding my cock in your pretty mouth does to you?”
“Yes… sir.”
He hums pensively, looking at me over the frame of his glasses that sit on the end of his nose. “Do you think, you could warm me with your slick pussy and not move an inch?” he pulls back, letting go of my thighs and sitting back, a king of torment on his throne.
“Yes.” It’s a lie.
We both know it.
One large hand grips his length, jutting it out toward me.
It’s so thick and beautiful and veiny and it looks so fucking strong.
I almost too quickly climb into his lap.
He brushes the fattest part of him across my wet clit over and over again until I quiver and then he gently guides me down.
I moan happily, practically keening at how fucking good he feels stretching me.
“Shhh, Siren. Rest your head on my shoulder and relax your gorgeous pussy around me… That’s my sweet girl.
All the way down,” he growls when I’m fully seated to the hilt, his balls are firm against my ass, and I purr for him.
His arms go around my waist and he lifts his book and opens it again.
“Now, the plot is… thickening . I need you to be very still while I finish this chapter. For every chapter I read without you squirming, I’ll give you one fuck. ”
I sigh, annoyed but content to play his game.
“Don’t give me that. You know why I do this, don’t you?”
I shrug against him, snuggling my face deeper into his neck, one of his warm hands on my back as he rubs soothing circles up and down to the small of my back, then down my ass, caressing in the best ways, kneading my cheeks, growing harder inside me .
“Because I’m the only one allowed to clip your wings.” He rasps.
It’s an ominous feeling, one smoothed away by a kiss to my shoulder before he leans back further into the cushion. I feel so safe.
As safe as one could feel with their hands tied behind their back and a dick stretching their pussy, anyway.
Minutes pass by, with my professor deep in my cunt, his scent in my lungs, his warmth radiating through me and I’m floating away into sleep, feeling so weightless when I feel this first pump of his hips retract then push into me.
Yesssss.
Soon it’s another thrust along with another kiss to my shoulder.
On the third, he licks my clavicle and sucks, licking away the tenderness, eyes still on his page.
On the fourth, the hand on my ass finds purchase around to my other hip, pushing me down when he goes up.
I squirm with that one and it earns me a spank.
I spread my thighs a little farther, hoping my needy clit will rub against him, getting friction and he figures out what I’m doing all too soon. A dark chuckle escapes him.
“Smart girl.”
I coo, opening my mouth to lick the taste of him from his neck, swirling my tongue, which earns me another buck of his cock diving into me.
Ohhhh…
I unwillingly contract around his hard, thick length, and he hisses.
I’m so tempted to fuck. To just rise on my knees and let myself fall over and over again but he grabs my hip and bares down again, keeping me in place.
I let myself rest against him again, but I can’t help when I squeeze around him.
It’s instinctive. Another page, another pump, I’m going crazy.
“Please…” I beg.
“You know I’ll give you what you ask for when I see fit, Siren. Be good. What did I say?”
“Only you… c-clip m-my w-wings. ”
He hums in satisfaction, reading silently to himself, and I melt into him further.
I should be studying right now. Learning how to cook something other than frozen pizza, learning a new language (ha) but when he bucks into me and sets his book down, I forget all about what I was thinking I should be doing, and feel perfect where I am.
I pull back slightly, away from his embrace, clenching when I feel him pulse and peer at my handsome devil, hair tousled, green eyes darkened behind his glasses, waiting for his command.
Where I was made to worship Jonas and made to be loved and worshipped by Damon, I was made to serve Maverick.
He unbinds my hands, the sweet relief of having my shoulders relax fully makes me moan. He tucks his hands under my thighs and in one swift movement, I’m on my back on the coffee table. Taking my hands again, he ties my wrists behind my knees and then withdraws from me.
“Such a beautiful fucking sight every time. Like my own gift.” He whispers into the empty room.
I cry out when I feel his tongue lick me from hole to clit, sucking my lower lips into his mouth and cry out again when he roughly shoves two thick fingers into me, turning to hook, and his tongue lands on my sensitive flesh, feverishly licking.
I’m shaking, the heat running through my veins settling in my womb and so fucking ready to erupt when he pulls away and I cry out again, ready to beg for more.
“I’ve had to fuck my fist to memories of you these last few days while this tiny pussy rested, Siren.
I’m going to take my time. Look at how gorgeous you are, clenching around nothing but air, seeking me.
Such a filthy little angel, aren’t you, so fucking greedy for more cum. Did you not have enough?”
“No!” I answer honestly because they’ve done this to me – turned me into a wanton slut, always in heat. When he plunges his digits back inside, only to pull out again and slap at my clit, I can’t help but yelp. “Maverick!”
“That’s right. You call out my name when I’m ruining your wings. Look at yourself. ”
I do. I turn to face the full-length mirror Jonas had installed in every room and I look so fucking vulnerable.
Knees to my chest, hands bound, hair splayed over the coffee table I’m not sure can actually bare my weight, my inked devil looming over me, stroking his dick as his wicked glare clashes with mine.
Sexy. Powerful. Beastly. Drops of sweat accumulate and run down his bare chest and I salivate, wanting to lick up every drop.
He lines the tip of himself to my dripping sex and in one powerful thrust, I watch our reflections join as one, as his muscles ripple. He snarls and I scream.