Maverick #2
She looked at me as if I had said something unexpected. Then her lips tugged up into a smirk, “You really are something else.”
We finished our food and paid, stepping outside under the halo of the neon diner sign. The air was thick with humidity and... something else.
Tension, desire, unspoken questions, whispered maybes, and confusion.
I went from loving one man to coming across three beautiful ass women that made my dick harder than multi-variable calculus for Engineers.
The heart was a tricky thing in that just when you thought you had it all figured out, your heart flipped the switch and let you know otherwise.
I walked behind her, watching the way her round ass swayed in her scrubs, biting my lip without thinking. Being bold, I leaned in close, dropping my voice just above a growl near her ear.
“You feel this, don’t you?” I murmured, “Keep playing with me and I’ll bend you over in the back of my truck, Yanna. Have you call ing my name for the rest of your shift.”
She stopped in her tracks, slowly turned, eyes twinkling with mischief and fire, licking her lips, watching me watch her.
“Oh, is that a threat or a promise, Nurse Carter?”
“Whichever one gets you to stop testing me.”
She stepped in, her voice low and sassy, “Make me a believer then.”
And with that, she walked off toward my truck like she hadn’t just flipped my entire soul upside down by challenging me to blow her fucking back out.
I stood there for a beat, heart pounding like a bass drum. Yanna Black was a storm wrapped in honey, and I was ready to drown in her stickiness.
Walking up behind her, I made my demands clear, “When I open this door, get your fine ass in the back seat and take off everything, socks and shoes too. I want you ass naked. I know a nice secluded spot not too far from the hospital.” I slapped her ass.
“Fucking playing with me like I won’t sink every inch down your throat before I stroke you to fucking euphoria. ”
Doing as I said, she climbed in the back and started removing her scrubs as I closed the door and quickly walked to the driver’s side. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from my dick, as I looked in the rear view, watching her shimmy out her panties, causing me to groan involuntarily.
She leaned forward, completely nude, making me thankful the tint on my windows was dark. “Say ah.”
I opened my mouth as she ran the seat of her wet panties down my tongue, causing my dick to jump as I made it to our destination.
Hopping out of the driver’s side and sliding into the back, I wasted no time grabbing her throat and kissing her as she pulled at the string of my scrubs.
I helped her by getting them down to my ankles along with my boxer briefs, the scent of her arousal driving me insane.
Climbing in my lap she grabbed my hard dick placing it at her opening, slick with arousal and eased herself down until she was filled.
As if on cue, we moaned our satisfaction in unison, “Mmmmm fuck.”
My head dropped back and my eyes closed in pure ecstasy as she started to ride my dick so nasty, rotating her hips while sliding up and down my dick. “Yanna, baby, what the fuck are you doing to me?” I couldn’t help but ask.
I’d never had somebody ride my dick like this. It should’ve been illegal. Was she a porn Star in another life? I see why this nigga Caleb tried to live in her skin; she was fucking the common sense out of that nigga.
“Look at you, realizing why Caleb changed my last name and Ajaih can’t keep my pussy out of her mouth.” My eyes opened to see a sexy ass smirk on her face as she nearly fucked me into submission.
Never one to back down, I grabbed her throat and started delivering deep strokes. I knew the minute I hit her spot because her body shivered like she was powering on. That was the added motivation I needed to go stroke after deep stroke right on her spot.
“Oh—ohhhhhh Mav, mmmm,” she whined, her face contorted with pleasure.
“Nah, don’t call my name now, baby. Keep that same energy and cum on this dick.”
Learning that she was never one to back down from a challenge, Yanna got on the balls of her feet and rode the tip of my dick, pulling a moan from me that I’d never heard, “Ahhhhhhhh, shitttt.”
“Mav, look at your dick while I cum on itttttt, ahhhhhh shit baby, I’m cumminnnnn.” My eyes moved south, doing as told and watching her cream make a frothy mess all over my shaft as her pussy continued to contract and gush.
Not able to hold off my release any longer, I pulled her mouth to mine and tongued her fine, freaky, thick ass down and painted her walls like a home improvement project.
I was still inside her, balls deep and trying to remember how to breathe. My chest rose and fell like I’d just run a marathon and came in dead last. She was still clenching around me, pussy fluttering like she hadn’t fully come down from her orgasm yet.
Yanna’s thick thighs were shaking slightly, her hands pressed against my chest as she sat up a little straighter, her hair wild and stuck to her forehead in damp curls. She licked her lips slowly, catching her breath with a mischievous little smirk that said she wasn’t done with me yet.
“You good?” she asked, voice low and teasing, her hips still rolling ever so slightly, like she knew my dick was sensitive as hell but she wasn’t ready to let up.
“I’m more than good,” I breathed, dragging my hands down the curve of her waist, gripping her ass to keep her still, “You tryna kill me?”
She laughed softly, climbing off me with a lazy roll of her hips that made my whole body jerk from overstimulation, my cum seeping out of her freshly fucked hole, the sight making my dick jump as it slapped against my stomach, wet and glistening with both of us, continuing to twitch from the aftershock of our session.
I leaned back, one arm thrown across the seat, trying to cool off. That’s when I saw them.
Her feet.
Pretty, small, soft, high-arched perfection. Toes painted a glossy electric blue. Anklet glinting against her deep brown skin. I hadn’t paid them much attention before, too distracted by how she was riding my soul out my body, but now?
I was fucking staring, unashamedly, at that, and too long apparently, because Yanna caught me.
Her head tilted, and that sexy-ass smirk returned, “You like feet, Mav?”
I looked away like a guilty kid, licking my lips and trying to play it cool, “I like you.”
“Nah,” she laughed, stretching those long, thick legs across my lap, “You like my feet, huh?”
I opened my mouth to deny it again, but she pressed one soft, warm sole against my steadily hardening dick, smearing our mess across the head, causing a deep primal groan to fall from my lips.
“You were starin’ so hard,” she murmured, watching my face as she flexed her toes and dragged them slowly down my length, “Got this dick throbbin’ again just from lookin’…”
“Yanna,” I gritted her name between my teeth, but I didn’t stop her.
Shit, I couldn’t, I was at her mercy and wanted her to do whatever the fuck she pleased to me.
She curled one foot around the base of my dick and started gliding the other over the head, using slow, deliberate strokes like she had all the time in the world. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, daring me to look away while her toes teased and her arch pressed perfectly against my shaft.
“You ever had a foot job before, Mav?” she asked, her voice low and full of sin.
I shook my head, jaw tight, “No. Never.”
Her smile turned wicked. “First time for everything.”
I swear to God, I didn’t even think I’d get hard again that quick, but she had my mody jerking and dick leaking in minutes.
The way her soles squeezed me, slow and sensual, was nastier than anything I’d ever imagined.
Then she had the nerve to lick her lips like she was proud of how much control she had over me in this moment.
“What the fuck, Yanna, ohhhhhh shit, baby,” I groaned, hips jerking against her feet like I needed more.
“I know, baby,” she whispered, toes massaging my tip as her other foot kept stroking, “Just let go, make a mess for me.”
My hand gripped the seat beside me as I felt that pressure build again, quick and hot, like she was squeezing it straight out of me. Her feet never stopped moving, wet now with my pre-cum and still perfectly in rhythm.
“Shit… Yanna, I’m about to—”
“Do it, cum for me, right fucking now.”
I exploded with a deep, broken groan, spilling all over her feet like I’d been waiting my whole life to bust that nut. My thighs tensed, abs clenched, and I just sat there, panting, twitching, a mess.
Yanna watched the whole thing, eyes hooded with that same dangerous smirk, as if she hadn’t blown my fucking mind. It was like she was on a mission to ruin me as she proved just how damn flexible she was.
Leaning forward without hesitation, she raised one slick foot to her mouth and licked the warm, salty ropes of my release from her toes, slowly, seductively, her tongue curling around each toe until it was clean. Then she repeated the action as she did the same to the other foot.
I groaned, deep in my chest, a sound full of pure, aching arousal. If we didn’t have to get back to work, I would’ve taken her home and fucked her until I filled every hole she had.
“I needed that,” she said, softly, finally catching her breath.
I kissed her lips, as I grabbed some wet wipes out of my middle console and cleaned us up, changing back into our scrubs so we could finish out our shifts.
Every new encounter within this circle, from the intimacy to the budding friendships with Caleb and Ahmir, made me wonder how I’d gone so long without exploring new and uncharted territory.
Still, I also knew I’d come across a special group of individuals, and this was a once-in-a-lifetime connection.