CHAPTER 35
harley
Ididn’t go home. It was a bad choice—I knew that. I was just too raw and broken to go back and face my mother right now. Hell, I wasn’t even sure I’d go home in time to deal with Vivienne either. Eventually, my deviance would come back to bite me in the ass, but I didn’t care.
Rather, I didn’t feel much at all. Breaking down in the boat had left me drained and feeling empty, my nerves fried beyond recognition.
I was stuck so far inside my head that I didn’t know how to get out.
And so, I went home with Maverick, where I knew I’d be safe.
His hand never left mine as he drove us home, his thumb stroking absent-minded circles into my skin.
He only let go long enough for me to walk around the back of his car.
I trailed behind him, lost and floating.
He shut and locked the door, leaving us in the quiet of his dark living room. His hand tightened in mine as his lips brushed against my cheek. Every touch and every kiss sparked something inside me—something that came alive and didn’t feel like all the awful emotions I was used to.
“Tell me what you need, Harley,” Maverick whispered.
“I just want to feel… something,” I told him. The words felt pathetic even as I said them, the vulnerability overwhelming. I didn’t even know what I was asking for. I just wanted to feel something other than the numbness.
His fingers brushed gently through the hair at my temple, and I leaned into him. The tingle of his nails against my scalp was comforting as his fingers combed through my hair and curled around the back of my head. His lips touched mine, and the sigh of relief I let out was audible. I needed this.
My mouth moved against his in a slow kiss that grounded me and set me on fire from the inside out, heat blooming in my core and my dick stirring against my jeans. The way something presumably so simple could threaten to undo me so easily was a concept I’d never understand.
“Come on,” he said softly. Hand in hand, I followed him to the bedroom and let him peel the damp clothes off of me.
Between each piece, his lips found my skin.
He kissed the hollow of my throat, nipped at my collarbone, and traced the line of my neck with his tongue.
The heat of his mouth was a stark contrast to the sudden cold without my clothes.
My skin prickled, and my nerves misfired, the sensation making my mind go blissfully blank.
“Don’t stop,” I murmured, my head tipping back to give him better access. My fingers anchored onto his body, finding purchase wherever they could. His shoulders, his arms, his hips.
I was putty in his hands as I melted, letting every touch and every kiss pull me further out of the dark place I had lost myself in.
Precum gathered on the slit of my throbbing dick as my need to feel something turned into my need for him.
His kiss, his taste, his touch. I wanted to drown in him until everything about him canceled out the awful shit I didn’t want to face.
Maverick turned me fast, one arm locking around my middle.
My back pressed against his chest, and the sudden shift made my pulse spike with anticipation.
His teeth sank into my neck as he walked me toward the bed.
When my knees hit the mattress, he pushed me down onto my stomach.
I went without hesitation as he nudged apart my thighs.
My knees spread wide, and the position put me on display for him.
That single realization turned me on more.
His hands smoothed up my sides, his warm palms scathing against my skin. His teeth sank into my ass with a bite guaranteed to bruise. I let out a sharp hiss, squirming with the shock of it.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy, princess,” Maverick said. His tongue ran up the curve of my spine in a move that shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was. “The things I want to do to this body of yours.”
I swallowed hard at the notion. I wanted whatever filthy thoughts were in his head—whatever he was thinking about doing to me.
One hand pressed between my shoulder blades to hold me in place, the weight pinning my chest to the bed, as he reached for the nightstand and grabbed lube from the drawer.
“Spread your legs wider for me, Harley,” he ordered as he knelt behind me. “Let me see that pretty ass of yours.”
I did what he asked, hesitantly.
“That’s it… a little bit wider.” He palmed my ass cheeks, spreading them open, as I opened my legs more. Before I could say anything, the wet heat of his tongue pressed against my crease and ran up to the base of my spine.
“Oh.” I groaned loudly with the wild array of sensations sparking down my spine. My muscles clenched around nothing while my cock leaked against the sheets. It was new and different, but it felt so damn good.
“Do you like my tongue on your ass, princess?”
“Yes,” I said, my fingers curling into the sheets. He did it again, his tongue slowing over my sensitive bud. He circled my rim of muscles in teasing passes. I clenched on instinct as my breath hitched hard in my throat.
“I want you to fuck yourself on my tongue,” he replied. The words were a sharp blade cutting through the haze in my mind.
“What?” I asked dumbly. He couldn’t possibly mean…
“You heard me.” His tongue continued to my hole. “Rock back on my tongue, princess. Show me how greedy you can be.”
Before I could process his words fully, his tongue pushed through that tight ring of muscles without resistance.
“Oh, holy shit…” I exclaimed as his tongue swirled around my clenching muscles, stroking my sensitive nerves in a way I was unprepared for. His tongue curled and thrust shallowly, and it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
I succumbed to every spark washing over me and rocked back against him, greedily fucking myself on his tongue.
It was sinful and impossibly hot how he held my ass open to devour me.
The low, hungry hums he let out vibrated against my skin while his spit dripped over my balls.
My dick was trapped between my stomach and the sheets, creating a friction that amped me up in a way I couldn’t begin to imagine.
“More,” I gasped.
“What was that?” Maverick asked.
“You promised to fuck me senseless,” I began, breathless. “Please, Mav…”
“You’re going to be the end of me,” he let out.
The bed creaked and shifted as he kissed and licked his way over my spine.
My body shuddered under him, already raw and wanting.
His fingers threaded through my hair, and he tilted my head back.
As his lips brushed against my ear, he said, “But, fuck, you’re so goddamn pretty when you beg for my cock. ”
The words shot straight to my balls, and I let out a pathetic, needy sound. His fingers tightened in my hair, holding me in place, while he grabbed the lube with his free hand. I waited impatiently as he quickly coated his cock in lube.
“Do you like begging for me, princess?” he demanded instead of giving me what I wanted. The denial made me squirm.
“Yes.” Yes, I did. I didn’t have a clue why, but doing so made my dick ache and arousal spike. My heart raced with anticipation as his tongue ran up the side of my neck, and his teeth scraped against my ear.
“Good,” he growled. “Then fucking beg.”
“Please.”
“Try harder, Harley.”
“Please,” I whispered breathlessly. Despite being pinned under him, I tried to push back on him. The way the crown of his dick pressed against my entrance was a tease that had me desperate for him to fuck me.
“It’s cute you think I’ll let you fuck yourself on my cock, princess.
” He bit my shoulder, and I moaned. I clung to the sheet for the sake of my sanity, like I might lose control and come before we even started.
My chest heaved as every single word he said drove me wild.
His hips flexed slightly, and the press of his dick against that tight ring of muscles was too much.
The hollow ache inside me made me whimper for more. I needed some kind of relief.
“Please, Mav.”
“Please… what?” he prompted. “Use your words like a good boy to ask for what you want, princess.”
“Please, fuck me,” I begged, gasping. The little hum he let out against my ear as he considered it wasn’t reassuring. And it did nothing to satiate my desperation. “Please… I need you to fuck me.”
“Need me to or want me to?” Maverick asked, making me falter.
“Is there a difference?” I replied quietly. There wasn’t one that I understood.
“The difference, princess,” he began, his tongue tracing the curve of my ear, “is that wanting my cock means you crave it, but needing my cock? Needing my cock means you’re a desperate mess without it. Needing my cock means you have to have every fucking inch or you’ll go crazy.”
My breath stuck in my throat as my mind tried to process the filthy words coming from him. While my mind didn’t, my dick did. It jerked against my stomach, and my eyes rolled back. Fuck, I was so close.
“So, tell me, princess,” he said, “do you want my cock or do you need it?”
“I need it,” I admitted shamelessly. “Please, I need it.”
“Say it like the good boy I know you are.”
“I need your cock,” I told him, making sure to get the words right for him. “Please. I need your cock, Mav. I need you to fuck me, please.”
“That’s my good boy,” Maverick whispered, punctuating the words with a quick thrust of his hips that punched the air out of my lungs. The sound I let out was inhuman at the immediate stretch of my body around his thick length. The burn was overwhelming, even as my muscles clamped around him.
There was no chance to breathe—no chance to recover—as he set a relentless pace, his hips driving me hard into the mattress.
His grunts and groans were quiet, lost amid the uncontrolled, feral sounds I made.
The spread of my legs and tilt of my hips created an angle that gave him deep access to my body.
Every harsh thrust had his cock rammed against that magic spot while I rocked against the bed with each bruising snap.
My dick throbbed violently, trapped between the friction of the sheets and the pressure of my body.
I was delirious, lost in a chaotic swirl of sensations threatening to tear me apart from the inside out.
The fullness teetered the line of pain and bliss while his balls slapped against my ass with every thrust. My chest heaved with breaths I couldn’t catch, and my heart hammered wildly in my ears.
The insatiable heat building in my spine was too much, coiling with a blinding intensity.
My body convulsed as I came, my orgasm ripping unexpectedly through me, and hot cum pooled against my stomach, soaking the sheets.
I groaned and shuddered, going rigid. Maverick’s rapid past continued, every thrust against my prostate drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, babbling mess under him.
“Did you just come all over my sheets before I could touch you?” he demanded when the waves began to subside.
My cheeks burned deeply as something akin to shame blossomed in my chest. “Ah-ah. Don’t do that, princess.
Out of your head, you hear me? It’s hot to know your cum ruined my sheets because you’re so damn desperate for me to fuck you. ”
Oh, well… when he put it that way…
His hand left my hair as his fingers dug into my hips and repositioned me how he wanted—in a way that better suited him.
His pace damn near doubled as he pounded into me.
Skin slapped on skin as he used my body however he wanted to chase his own release until his body stuttered.
He buried his cock as far inside me as he could, pinning me in place, as he filled my ass with every drop of his cum that I’d wanted.
The deep guttural moans of satisfaction he let out had my dick twitching with interest all over again.
I liked being the reason he made those sounds.
Minutes passed with only our heavy panting filling the room. My body buzzed pleasantly despite the faint ache from how rough he’d been, while my mind drifted comfortably into a happy, sated place.
“Feel better?” Maverick asked softly, his hand smoothing down my spine. He eased out of me, and I felt his cum dripping out of my ass. My muscles clenched as if I could somehow keep him inside me.
“Define better,” I mumbled. “Because if better means I’m not an immobile mess in your bed, we might have issues.”
“Thoroughly fucked and in my bed is a good look on you.” He chuckled and flopped down next to me, bringing his handsome face into view. I grinned lazily at him. “You staying the night?”
“Yeah, I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered.