CHAPTER 59
harley
My cock, slick from his mouth, still throbbed as my need for him didn’t subside in the least. It was as if something long dormant had reawakened within me, a reminder of just how deeply he affected me. I wanted to lock myself away from the world and disappear forever.
The minute he got to his feet, I dragged him to me, my mouth claiming his. His response was visceral and instant. His body crowded mine, and the brush of his jeans against my hypersensitive cock made me groan.
“Upstairs?” I asked breathlessly. He dragged his teeth over my lower lip, biting playfully.
“Do you want to go upstairs and ride my cock, princess?” he replied.
He nipped at my jaw, and his mouth trailed down my neck.
The way he licked and sucked at my pulse made me shudder.
It was impossible to think straight when he did things like that.
He leaned back enough to catch my gaze. The intensity in his eyes made my blood boil and my dick thicken.
“Or do you want me to bend you over and fuck you right here?”
My heart leapt in my chest. What kind of question was that? Was both an answer?
“It’s fun to watch your brain work,” he mused. Leaning forward, I kissed him. The initial emotional high was waning, leaving a comfortable buzz in its wake. I didn’t want to rush it. I wanted to take my time with him—to savor our time together.
“Upstairs,” I whispered.
“Whatever you want, princess,” Maverick said. He grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me with him. I stumbled with my pants around my knees, making him chuckle.
It wasn’t graceful in the least. We fumbled our way through the house, bumping into furniture and tossing clothes everywhere.
We stumbled through the condom conversation, opting for nothing between us, and Maverick stopped long enough to grab the lube packet in his wallet—I sure as hell didn’t have anything in the house.
I was too distracted by him to think too hard about the fact that he carried it with him and who he would’ve used it with.
Instead, I focused on him. I couldn’t stop touching him.
My hands kept finding new places to explore, tracing the shape of him as I tried to memorize this new version of him.
Maverick had always been strong, but this was different from what I remembered.
There was something rougher and more rugged about him in the muscles he’d gained.
My fingers followed the lines of his shoulders, the dips in his waist, and the broad span of his abs.
I caught myself studying the small things, searching for the newness in this version of him, as he did the same. It made my chest tighten in a way that had everything to do with rediscovering a person I never stopped wanting.
By the time we dropped onto my bed, my head was already spinning.
There was no snark or banter as the mood shifted to unfiltered hunger.
I crawled on top of him, my lips drifting up his neck.
His hands slid lazily down my ribcage and over my hips.
The touch was light, almost absentminded, but it sent a ripple of sensation through me.
My skin prickled under his fingers, every nerve sparking pleasantly.
My dick throbbed between us with a renewed demand for more of him.
I kissed him again, slower and with intention, letting it linger.
His lips parted easily, and my tongue met his, tasting myself on him.
That little notion was hot as hell. My hands slid along his jaw, holding him there, as I deepened the kiss.
My hips rolled against his, my dick gliding across the hard ridges of his.
The sound he made shot straight to my balls.
“You’re fucking killing me,” Maverick muttered against my mouth. He threw his arm out, slapping around the nightstand where he’d dropped the lube. I didn’t offer to help and just focused on kissing every inch of him. I smiled against his skin, enjoying the little frustrated noise he let out.
Eventually, he managed to grab it, and I sat back.
I watched with eager anticipation as he tore it open and coated his dick with lube.
It’d been six years since I did anything with anyone.
I should’ve paused to have prep, but I didn’t want to.
I just wanted the stretch and burn of feeling him inside me.
I needed that sensation, that connection.
Bracing on his chest, I resituated over him.
My body thrummed with my need, and his hips shifted slightly in a subtle demand.
My gaze locked with his while I deliberately lowered onto him.
A half-choked moan tore from me as the head of his cock pressed against my entrance.
The familiar burn lit my nerves on fire with the stretch of my body around him.
My breath hitched in my throat as I pressed down on him.
That slow stretch inch by inch was delicious torture as my body accommodated his cock.
I’d forgotten just how thick he was. His fingers dug into my thigh in a way that was grounding and needed.
Some version of his name broke on my lips while his head fell back on the pillow with a loud groan when my ass settled flush against his hips.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” Maverick let out tightly. I faltered, needing a moment to catch my breath. He rubbed my thighs for reassurance. “Take your time, princess. We have all night.”
We may have had all night, but the intense need building inside me couldn’t wait that long. I needed to feel him moving inside me—to feel the lines of his cock touching me in all the places I craved.
I rocked forward gently, the visceral pleasure of his dick filling me elicited a ragged moan from me.
Holy hell. I missed this. My hips moved at an unhurried, exploratory rate that tested me.
The friction was an immediate, deep pleasure that sent liquid heat spiraling down my spine.
I savored how each drop on his length coaxed a new sound from him—a gasp, a grunt, a whimper. Each one spurred me to do more.
“Faster, princess,” Maverick ordered. His fingers dug hard enough to leave bruises as he urged the direction of my movements. I eagerly obeyed, picking up the pace at which I rode him. His sigh of relief was everything. “Oh, that’s it… fuck, that’s it.”
Every downward thrust built the pressure in my body, making my legs tremble and my breath come out in quick pants.
I lost myself in the raw, consuming rhythm.
Heat surged through my body as the thick ridges of his crown stroked my prostate with every pass.
My dick throbbed and leaked precum as it bounced between us.
Underneath me, Maverick’s chest heaved with quick breaths, and a hot flush spread over his chest. His brows furrowed together with the restraint he was clinging to.
In one fast motion, he sat upright and wrapped an arm around my waist. I let out a gasp that he greedily ate up as his mouth slammed to mine.
His tongue ravaged mine in a searing kiss.
I tangled my fingers in his damp hair, clinging to him as he took over.
I surrendered to his furious control as he used my body as a vessel for his pleasure, chasing the release building inside him.
The angle and brutal pace had me gasping against his mouth.
I was so impossibly full of him as his cock slid in and out of my body, pushing impossibly deep.
My body moved mindlessly against his and matched his every thrust with a need for more.
God, I needed more. I was a livewire on the verge of exploding.
My vision swam, and I couldn’t catch my breath.
My cock was trapped between us, but the friction between our bodies made my head spin.
With each thrust, my hard length was squeezed, rubbed, and heated, igniting a kind of sparking sensation that took over every nerve in my body.
It was dizzying. A low, desperate whimper escaped me as the pressure built inside me, becoming almost unbearable.
My forehead tipped against his as I panted and gasped, my body trembling violently in his arms.
“Mav…” I rasped. I could barely get his name out before the world shattered. My balls seized up almost painfully. My body convulsed with the intensity as cum coated our bodies, smearing across our chests and stomachs as he continued to thrust up into me.
Maverick’s body tensed, a growl vibrating in his chest as my release seemed to trigger his own.
He dragged me down hard on his length, impaling me completely while his cock pulsated against my prostate.
I clenched my muscles as his body shuddered, and he came inside me.
He gasped and moaned, the sounds broken and catching in his throat.
My nerves felt raw in the aftermath. The dizzying, overwhelming sensation of everything had me overstimulated and hyperaware.
My chest rose and fell against his as our breathing filled the silence.
I slid one hand over his chest, seeking out the rapid beating of his heart and latching onto it momentarily.
“Stay,” Maverick whispered when I tried to lift off of him, his arm tightening around me. Something in the way he said it, soft and almost desperate, made it impossible for me to move. He needed me here, and so I stayed.
I breathed him in deep, using the thick scent of sweat and cum to stave off the reality of what I’d done.