Chapter 17 #2
“Walk over to that tree.” He whispers in my ear.
Doing my best to calm my erratic breathing, I obey and walk forward to the tree in front of me.
When I stop, I feel my Ruger leave its place on the small of my back, then he turns me around slowly with his hands on my shoulders.
Maverick runs his free hand from my shoulders down to the top of my jeans–the other with the gun pressed flat against my side–and he undoes the button and zipper before tugging them down my legs.
He groans and bites his lip when he notices the purple lace thong I wore today that matches my bra.
My knees go weak at the sight and I try to fix my feet to ground myself better, but it’s almost impossible with my pants around my ankles.
“Tell me your secrets, Parker.” Maverick whispers as he pushes my legs as wide as they’ll go, then dips his fingers inside my panties and brushes them along my shaved pussy. I whimper and bite my lip as I shake my head. He lets out a dark chuckle.
“I told you, I’ll get what I want.” He tugs at the side of my thong, ripping yet another pair off the side of my hips.
He repeats the same motion as last night of putting them in his back pocket and I pant with need as I watch him.
Ducking down, he places his head between my legs then drapes them over his shoulders.
The motion is a little awkward considering my pants are around my ankles still, but somehow he manages.
Just when I think I'm about to fall over, he wraps his arms around my thighs and pushes my back up against the tree.
My arms crush beneath my weight and I cry out.
Maverick lowers himself down to his knees and my arms scrape against the rough bark of the tree.
I look down to see him staring up at me with a grin.
Then, he turns his head and bites down on the inside of my thigh and just like before, he licks then kisses the spot.
I let out a stifled moan and throw my head back against the tree.
“Eyes on me, Sweetheart.” He says. I look back down at him and he grins before he runs his tongue along my folds.
My body shivers and his grip on my thighs tightens.
My eyes meet his and I bite the corner of my lip as I watch him pepper kisses along the top of my pussy.
I can feel my arousal dripping from my core.
I tug at my arms desperate to touch him, but the leather of the belt only pinches my arms the harder I pull.
Maverick closes his lips around my clit and sucks it into his mouth before he gently bites down, and I’m practically convulsing.
His tongue begins working in slow, torturous circles around it before he releases me with a quiet pop.
My thighs are shaking and my chest is heaving when he looks up at me again.
“Please.” I beg.
“Please what, pretty girl?” He drawls. I’m not even sure what I’m asking for.
Him to stop? To keep going? I’m completely and utterly overwhelmed with the feel of his hand on my thigh, the other still holding the gun against my side, the belt across my arms, the bark of the tree on my back and his mouth on my pussy.
Before I can find an answer. he licks from my clit down then thrusts his tongue inside of me.
“Oh fuck.” I moan and buck my hips against his face.
I feel his smile against my skin as his tongue continues thrusting in and out of me.
I buck my hips again, this time to feel him deeper, and he pushes his hand against my lower stomach as if to keep me still.
He pulls away from me and licks his lips, and that sight alone has me ready to explode.
“You want to come, Sweetheart?” He groans. I nod my head furiously.
“Please.”
“Tell me what you’re hiding. I want to know all of you.” His voice is firm. I feel a lump form in my throat and my eyes begin to sting. I can’t tell him. I can’t tell anyone. My eyes meet his lust filled ones and I shake my head again.
“I’m not h-hiding anything.” I try to say firmly but my voice breaks, betraying me.
“If you say so.” He says, then goes back to repeat the process over and over of licking, sucking, nibbling and tongue fucking my desperate pussy.
Just as I am about to come again, he pulls away.
Each time he looks up at me with eyes that are begging for me to tell him something, anything, but I hold firm and stare back at him.
My thighs are vibrating, my chest is slick with sweat and my pussy is drenched, begging me to give him what he wants in return for a release. —but I can’t.
His tongue flattens against my clit once more, and I’m so lost in the moment that I don’t realize that the hand with the gun has left my side until I feel the cold steel press against my entrance.
My heart slams violently against my rib cage, and my eyes flash open.
Terror claws at my throat and my eyes widen as I stare down at Maverick.
My pulse is so hard and loud, it feels like it’s going to split my skull in two.
“What are you-?” I start to ask, but before I can finish the question, he slips the barrel into my pussy with ease, and I cry out.
“AH!” I shriek and my entire body tenses up. “What the fuck are you-?” The sentence ends on a moan as he slowly slides the gun out, then pushes it back in again, this time a little deeper.
“Relax.” Maverick’s voice breaks through the pounding in my ears. “Let the fear go. I’m not going to hurt you, Parker. Trust me.”
Somehow, my body relaxes a little and he begins to pump the barrel in and out of me. The feel of the object is strange at first, but when he sucks my clit into his mouth again, I let go. A feral groan releases from his chest and his mouth releases me.
“That’s it. Fuck, Parker. Your cunt is taking this gun so well.
So fucking beautiful.” He groans, and my legs begin to tremble.
I can no longer fight it, my body betraying my will to not give in to what he wants.
I bite down on my lower lip so hard I can taste blood, and hot tears build behind my eyes.
All too soon, he pulls the gun from my pussy and drops it on the ground next to him.
He dives back in again, and I let out a frustrated groan.
This is torture. Tears begin to spill over my lashes and my breathing is short and choppy.
Maverick’s tongue hits that sensitive spot inside of me and I buck my hips and cry out, because I know he’s going to pull away again.
But to my surprise, he doesn't. He continues his assault with his tongue and he flicks his eyes up to mine and it’s like being struck by lightning.
He gives me a slight nod while he continues licking and sucking, and I let go.
White spots dance across my vision and I let out a long and guttural moan. Finally. My entire body convulses, threatening to give out on me but Maverick holds me upright as I ride out my climax on his tongue. His greedy tongue laps up every drop of my release greedily as I watch.
When my orgasm comes to an end, he slowly pulls his head from between my legs.
My feet gently touch the ground again and Maverick slides my pants back up my thighs.
I go to stand on my own but tumble forward into his chest. He holds me steady with one hand while the other quickly removes the belt from my arms. I cry out as the blood rushes back to the lower parts of my arms and my fingers start to tingle.
“Let’s sit down.” Maverick says and wraps his arm behind my waist, then leads me over to a large, flat rock that sits on the water's edge.
He holds onto me as we sit down and pulls me into his side.
He starts to massage my arm furthest from him and we sit in silence for a while, watching the river flow.
My world has just been tipped on its axis.
For the first time in two years I consider the thought of telling someone about my past.
But not today.