Chapter 10
Luscious, bare curves. Glistening, wet skin. Wide, innocent eyes…
My cock throbbed, painfully pressing against the zipper of my jeans as I made pathetic excuses and fled the townhouse.
Not even the possibility of beating Cam at chess could take my mind off what I saw.
There was no way I could focus after keeping my cool for so long in the presence of a naked woman. Who could?
Barely able to contain my lust, I sped across town and back to my secluded house on the outskirts of Mount Pleasant. This was what I needed—the muffled sounds of the air conditioning in my quiet space mixed with the gentle yips from Malibu demanding pets and treats.
Here, there was no guilt for openly ogling Summer before checking to make sure she wasn’t hurt. I could remember the way she dragged her plump bottom lip between her teeth. Focus on how her eyes had widened when she realized I’d seen every inch of her delectable body.
I slumped into my navy-blue lounge chair, barely taking the time to toe off my work boots before I scrubbed my hand down my face and leaned my head back.
My eyes closed as the reality of my situation slammed into me like a Mack truck.
I held no annoyance or animosity toward Summer.
Instead, a part of my mind I’d repressed—the need for human intimacy and connection—desired to tease apart the secrets I saw hidden behind her eyes.
The larger part of my brain knew this was a stupid idea that had no happy ending, but as I closed my eyes and felt Malibu rest her head on my thigh, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Featherlight touches against my lips brought me back from a restless sleep.
The fingertips were gentle, and I took a moment, allowing my brain to catch up to my newly awakened body before opening my eyes.
The moonlight crept in from my half open curtains, and I squinted in the low light before realizing that the fingers tracing my lips were connected to the very real and very naked body of Summer Winston.
I jerked away from her, fully awake and very aware of how close she was.
Her breath ghosted across my face as she moved closer, widening her legs and stepping forward until she straddled my thighs.
She followed the movement of her fingers with her eyes, pulling that plump bottom lip between her teeth.
“How are you here? Why are you here?” I asked, desperately trying to control my heart rate. My voice cracked as I spoke, grabbing both of her shoulders to push her away from me.
“It doesn’t matter how I got here, Maverick. What matters is that I’m here to finish what we started.”
She pushed my arms away and gripped the back of the recliner before climbing onto my lap and brushing her lips against mine. A puff of air escaped her mouth as she moved, and I groaned, taking in the sweet scent of mint and her.
My cock strained within the confines of my jeans as she rubbed her center over my erection. Meeting her hips with every thrust, I threw my head back and moaned at the sensations the friction created.
“I felt your eyes on me earlier. Watched as you slowly perused my naked body. You liked what you saw, right? Why wouldn’t I be here, ready for you to fulfill your promise of lending a hand? But honestly, going by that bulge in your jeans, I’d much rather you use that.”
“Fuck, Summer,” I said, finally allowing my hands to grasp her hips, digging my fingertips into the soft flesh and moving her against my cock. “Do you want that?”
“Yes. I want you to make me scream your name. I want you to bend me over this chair and spread my legs wide before pulling out your cock and letting me feel every inch of your thick length,” she said softly, painfully, into my ear.
“I want you to push me to my knees and tell me to open wide before thrusting your cock between my lips and using my mouth for your pleasure.”
Her movements were jerky, and a bead of sweat formed on her temple and traveled down the side of her flushed face.
The whimpers and moans increased with every roll of her hips before she pulled herself closer to me and licked the shell of my ear.
I swallowed, closing my eyes as I felt her tongue trace a searing line from my neck to my collarbone.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders and then unbuttoned my polo, kissing and licking along the exposed skin of my chest.
“Will you use your mouth on me, Maverick? Putting it on every part of my body before making me fall apart in bliss? I want to forget my name as you pound into me, every thrust of your cock a lesson in pleasure and pain.”
“Jesus, woman.”
She adjusted herself on my lap to work the button of my jeans, sliding the zipper down before reaching past my briefs and grasping my cock with her warm palm.
I couldn’t help but thrust into her hand.
I was lost to her, wanting nothing more than to have her stroke me until I painted her stomach with my come.
“Wait,” I breathed as she stared, looking equal parts innocent and temptress.
“Are you sure you want me, Summer? I am not an easy person to get along with. I’m old and grumpy on the best of days, and don’t take anyone’s bullshit.
But I’m also only human and not above taking exactly what you’re offering. ”
I reached down to stop her hands from continuing to stroke my cock, clasping them firmly between my larger ones until her eyes widened and she tried to pull away. As I pulled her hands behind her back, grasping them with one of mine, I used the other to pinch her nipple.
My cock twitched at the gasp she made. What other sounds could I pull from her body? Whimpers and moans? Screams until her voice grew hoarse?
I loosened then released the hand pinning her wrists and, like a good fucking girl, she kept them in place as I trailed my fingers up her spine and threaded them in her hair, pulling it back—hard.
“If you let me take you now, I will do just that, gorgeous. Understand that I will take you over and over until I’ve had my fill.”
She nodded, biting her lip as I smirked, knowing she had no idea what she was in for.
“You’re not understanding me, woman. No matter how hard you plead for me to let you rest, I won’t. You’ll know nothing but my body. My touch. My voice. And the pleasure I’ll give you.”
I tightened my grip before releasing her hair as her head fell back, and she moaned, using the silence between my words to rub her pussy against my throbbing cock.
There were so many things I needed to say to her—needed to do to her—but I focused on controlling my breathing to keep from pinning her down on the floor so I could reenact every filthy thought that crossed my mind.
I felt the heat radiating from her core, and knew if I slid my fingers down, she’d be soaked.
“More, Maverick,” she cooed, moving her hands from behind her back and gripping my shirt, tugging the material up my stomach and then over my head. I threw it somewhere in the room, not caring where it landed as I pressed our chests together.
“I’m not some little boy still in my twenties who blows his load as soon as he enters a tight pussy. You need to understand what I’m demanding from you.”
I kept my eyes on hers as I bent my head down, taking the nipple I’d been toying with into my mouth.
My tongue ravaged the sensitive bud, licking, sucking, and biting her supple flesh as she struggled to buck against my cock.
Inching my way up her thigh, I smirked when I felt the hot wetness of her pussy.
I slowly pressed down, using the pads of my fingers to find her clit.
As if to match my pressure, she dug her blunt nails into my shoulders and pushed herself against my hand.
I rubbed her clit in time with the voracious sucking of her nipple, overstimulating her body as she chased her pleasure.
With one last lick, I removed my mouth from her breast and trailed my tongue to her other one, ready to give it the same treatment.
“I’ll keep you like this for hours, Summer.
Right on the edge of coming but never letting you slip into oblivion.
You will not get a quick release, only prolonged torture until you’re a whimpering, wet mess.
You’ll cry and beg. Scream and yell. And I’ll keep you on edge until your knees quake and you can’t stand. ”
I watched her pulse throb rapidly in her neck as she took in my words. Her chest rose and fell as I sat back in the chair, searching her face for an answer, and waiting for her to inevitably pull away and disappear from my life.
“When I let you come, it won’t be soft—it’ll hit you like a fucking hurricane,” I growled when she still hadn’t said or done anything to confirm she understood what I was telling her.
I needed her to know, to consent, and each word I uttered was sharp and raw.
“You’ll shatter—wrecked to your goddamned soul, knowing no one else will ever fill you the way I do. The way I own you.”
My breath was ragged as her brows creased. Her hips stilled, eyes roaming my face, searching for something. She pressed her hands to my chest, and I released a harsh breath, knowing she was preparing to leave.
It’s nothing less than I deserve.
Her lips moved to respond to my words, when a shrill ring startled us.
I searched for the loud noise, moving my hands to settle them on her hips, but she wasn’t there.
The noise continued as I jumped from the recliner, my pulse racing until I saw my phone on the carpet, Mark’s name flashing across the screen.
Motherfucking overbred twat-racket. She was nothing more than a dream.
I swiped left, not bothering to answer my cell as I stumbled to the bedroom, tossing my shirt into the hamper, and stepping out of my jeans.
My briefs went next, and I hissed as the band caught on my painfully hard cock.
I stared at the offending appendage, groaning as I remembered the taste of her skin and the sounds she made.