CHAPTER 31
harley
Itraced the lines of Maverick’s body with rapt attention, my fingertips gliding over the ridges of his abs.
I memorized every curve and dip, the spattering of dark hair below his belly button, the way he shuddered when my fingers slid over his rib cage.
I paid attention to every muscle that twitched under my fingers and how his skin prickled under the light touch of my nails.
His mouth drifted down my neck, his breath hot against my skin and sending shivers down my spine.
He was all hands, touching everywhere and anywhere—palms splayed across my chest, thumbs circling my nipples into tight peaks, nails skating down my sides, and fingers digging into my hips.
He alternated between feather-light and rough touches.
Everything about him was all-consuming. His presence was overwhelming, clouding my senses in a way that made the world and my anxiety fade away—the pounding of my pulse in my ears drowned out by his low grunts and groans.
I lost myself in him, and my mind was hazy with overload.
The warmth of his mouth set my skin on fire as he made his way down my body, covering every inch of my torso in soft kisses and light bites.
His palm stroked my throbbing length through my briefs.
The friction of the fabric over my crown, combined with his firm touch, had my dick leaking.
A wet spot bloomed sticky under his hand as my precum soaked through.
“Hips up,” he said, and I did. He made fast work of helping me out of my underwear. He kissed the curve of my hip as he fisted my length. His grip pumped slowly, teasing, and his thumb swiped over my slit and through the precum building there. “Have I told you… that you have such a pretty cock?”
I blushed something fierce at the words, heat flooding my face.
The warmth in my core flamed hotter as my dick twitched in his hand with a fresh bead of precum that speared along his knuckles.
A pretty cock? The praise spread through me like liquid heat.
It was new and different, but from how my body responded, I liked it. I liked it a lot.
I didn’t have time to overthink it as his mouth wrapped around the crown of my dick, lips sealing hot and tongue swiping over my slit.
The spike of pleasure made my eyes roll back with a loud groan, and my vision blurred around the edges.
I threaded my fingers in his hair, needing something to hold onto. To cling to as I lost it.
Up and down. Over and over. His mouth worked me with relentless efficiency that had me incoherently babbling while my hips thrust upward into his mouth.
I felt every enthusiastic bob of his mouth deep in my balls.
When one finger pressed against my rim, slick with his spit, there was no resistance.
My body yielded, and he fucked me with his finger in tandem with his mouth, meeting my every thrust.
One finger became two, the stretch burning sweetly as he twisted them, scissoring to open me wider.
Shallow became deeper, his knuckles swiping over my rim with every thrust.
I couldn’t breathe as an ache built deep in my body. I teetered on the edge of euphoria as he was relentless in his attention to my dick. I needed more—needed him to fill the emptiness inside me.
“More,” I begged, my voice tight.
But he didn’t give me more. Instead, he kept me suspended in a state of desperation and insanity.
His fingers hooked mercilessly over that hypersensitive spot inside me while his mouth sucked hard on my cock, his teeth grazing along my shaft lightly.
The sparks of pain blended with the pleasure in a way that turned me into a whimpering mess.
My hips thrust wildly into his mouth under the dual assault, and my skin flushed hot and slick with sweat.
“Please,” I whimpered. “Maverick…”
The cool air was a shock as he popped off my length, and strands of saliva stretched off my crown to his mouth.
The absence of his fingers left me feeling hollow, my muscles clenching around nothing with a pathetic flutter.
Taking my hand, he wrapped my fingers around my dick, guiding me to stroke my throbbing shaft.
“Keep stroking yourself,” he said. Precum dripped between my fingers as I did what he asked. “Open your legs wider for me, princess. Let me see you.”
“Like this?” Even as my cheeks burned with a vulnerable kind of self-conscious embarrassment, I spread my legs open. He clicked his tongue with what sounded like disappointment.
“Wider,” he ordered while coating his cock with lube. “I want to see you. All of you.”
I did, my knees falling wide enough to make them tremble.
He let out a sound of approval that made me blush.
His lubed fingers swiped over my crease, and one finger pushed inside me with ease.
The sense of relief was brief as he pulled out and positioned himself between my legs, his thighs bracing mine open.
“Tell me, princess,” Maverick began before sinking his teeth into my stomach hard enough to bruise. I gasped, and my fingers found purchase in his hair. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” As if that wasn’t already blatantly clear from the whimpering mess he’d turned me into.
“Yes… what?” he prompted. I could feel his smile against my skin. “You know I like to hear you beg.”
“Please,” I let out. The words caught in my throat as I felt the crown of his dick press against my rim. The pressure was blunt and burning as it stretched me. He paused—almost there but not quite. “Please, Maverick.”
“Good boy,” he replied. He settled over me as he flexed his hips and pushed past that tight ring of muscles.
I tensed, my breath seizing despite how turned on and needy I was.
My body went rigid at the sudden fullness and the deep burn radiating from the stretch.
Maverick paused, his fingers brushing over my cheek as he kissed me.
Against my mouth, he whispered, “Relax for me, princess. I’ve got you. ”
He kissed me again, his tongue tangling with mine, and thrust slowly.
The stretch as he pushed deep inside me was euphoria-laced with a twinge of pain as my body accommodated him.
The pain didn’t even bother me—not really.
It faded fast into a molten bliss that I craved.
That stretch and the feel of his cock inside me obliterated any anxiety I had about sex, making my mind go blank with pure sensation.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, both my hands finding his forearms to cling to.
“Keep stroking yourself, Harley,” Maverick said between kisses, his lips trailing along my jaw. His body was still over mine as I fisted my dick. Every stroke sent sparks cascading down my spine. “You okay?”
I nodded fast, squirming slightly underneath him. I needed something… movement, more… something. Something I couldn’t put words to.
His mouth landed on mine, his breath becoming mine, as he pulled out inch by torturous inch.
The drag sparked across nerves I didn’t know existed.
Every thrust was slow and deliberate—a carefully thought-out action.
Each thrust was shallow as he eased in and out of me and used the crown of his dick to stretch me, my rim relaxing around the ridge of his crown with every pass.
The slight sting faded quickly, leaving nothing but a deliciously overwhelming sense of fullness.
I felt him everywhere all at once as his sweat-slicked body moved over mine.
My body was on fire inside and out in a way that I wanted to dive headfirst into.
Nothing in my life had ever felt so good.
I wrapped my legs around him and tangled my fingers in his hair as I kissed him hard.
My tongue met his in a desperate and messy dance.
He shifted his weight and adjusted his position for better leverage.
The new angle let him grind deeper, stealing the breath from my lungs.
When his pace picked up, his cock sent waves of pleasure rolling down my spine.
My head dropped back on the pillow with a loud moan as I stopped stroking my dick momentarily.
I was utterly lost to whatever he was doing to my body.
“Don’t stop, princess.” Maverick nipped at my jawline. “I don’t want you to stop until we’re covered in sweat and cum, got it?”
I made a noise—some strangled, feral sound that I didn’t recognize.
Even still, I fisted my length all over again, my hand flying frantically over my throbbing dick.
He gripped my thigh hard enough to bruise and adjusted the angle once more.
The slight change had the ridges of his crown stroking my prostate with every thrust.
I saw fucking stars. Literal stars as I squeezed my eyes shut, and all the air was sucked out of my lungs.
Any hold I had over my body was lost, my muscles seizing as I came hard.
Hot spurts of cum painted my chest and his.
A loud cry tore from my throat while my muscles clamped down in a vise grip around his cock.
“Fuck, Harley,” he let out with a groan. His forehead fell against mine while his body trembled with whatever control he was trying to cling to.
I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and held him close as I kissed him.
My tongue invaded his mouth, both hungry and desperate for him to fall over the edge with me.
He took the silent invitation, his hips snapping erratically against my ass as his pace turned brutal.
The bed hit the wall with every thrust, and something fell off the nightstand next to us, crashing to the ground.
My name fell off his lips in a panting chant, each one twisting around my heart. My feet dug into his ass as he chased his release, urging him on. His movements stuttered, and he buried his dick as deep inside of me as he could. The grip he had on my thigh was brutal as he pinned me to the bed.
His teeth sank into my shoulder hard enough to break skin as his cum flooded my body, a guttural moan escaping him. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him through each wave of pleasure that crashed through him.
We stayed that way as he came down, locked together as we panted. His lips brushed against the tender spot, and he soothed the mark with the flat of his tongue.
“Are you okay?” Maverick asked when his breathing had finally steadied.
“Yeah,” I whispered, nodding. Okay wasn’t the right word to describe how I felt, but I didn’t have the right words to do so.
My body hummed with the aftershock as cum cooled on my skin.
Happy? Relaxed? Connected? Loved? That last one hit the hardest, creating a lump of emotion in my throat that I tried to push away.
“Are we okay?” he replied—the raw vulnerability in his voice with that question wrapped around my heart like a vise. I never wanted him to feel like we weren’t okay.
Instead of saying anything, I took his face in my hands and kissed—really kissed him. Slow and deep, pouring every intense, inexplicable thing I felt into that kiss. I just hoped to hell he could feel it.