Chapter 28 #2
Showing more confidence than I felt, I straddled his lap, bracing one knee on either side of him and pulling my dress over my head.
It fluttered to the floor as I placed one hand on either cheek, pressing myself firmly in his lap.
I felt his arousal, and it ramped up my own, but I pushed it aside, knowing he needed to hear this as much as I needed to say it.
“I think you need to stop making assumptions. I would have gladly fucked you against the door,” I whispered before leaning in and pressing my mouth against his.
When I pulled away, he chased my lips, and I let him, licking into his mouth and moaning as he met me stroke for stroke.
Out of my control and without realizing it, I rolled my hips, feeling his cock press perfectly between my legs.
The only thing separating us was his slacks and a very thin, very wet scrap of lace.
It was entirely too many clothes, and something I planned on rectifying soon.
“I also would have gladly shared a beer with you on the couch, watching a bad sci-fi horror flick and talking. Or taking Malibu for a walk around your property—as long as you can guarantee all the mosquitoes are dead.”
Maverick chuckled as I scratched my short nails through his scalp.
He purred—or perhaps growled—like a large feline who allowed himself to be petted.
He tilted his head back and rested his chin against my belly, letting his hot breath tickle my skin.
The prolonged contact with him felt like a missing part of me had slipped into place, filling a void I’d long since neglected.
“I meant what I said at the restaurant. I enjoy spending time with you, and I want to keep doing so. But not if we let every negative thought control our actions.” It sounded like the right thing to say and perhaps speaking the fear out loud would do some good. Force us both to go beyond our comfort.
“Fuck.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist as mine went to his neck, threading loosely behind his head before resting on his shoulders.
“I do it too. My anxiety is a force to be reckoned with. I overthink and second-guess and then do it again. But one thing I’ve learned through all the nonsense in my life is that the strongest connections are not based on assumptions. They’re built on truth, grace, and the courage to keep trying.”
I traced the lines of his jaw with my fingertips, and he leaned into my touch.
The moment was more intimate than anything we’d shared, and with astonishing clarity, I saw the vulnerable man hidden behind his tough exterior.
It showed through in the crease between his brows and the tension in his shoulders, born from self-hatred and doubt.
“I want to try with you, Summer,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.
Malibu lifted her head from her bed beside the sectional and tilted her head. I smiled, and she yawned, changing positions and settling back down.
We’d made it to the crux of things—two broken people desperate for a connection but unsure how to attain it.
I’d never expected to feel like this so quickly, and my first thought was to make light of everything and chalk it up to the orgasms. But the more time I spent with him, the more I wanted to grab onto his lapels and kiss him until it made sense.
So, I did the only rational thing and pressed my mouth to his.
My hands rested on his chest as I pushed him back onto the couch, and moved my hands to the buttons of his shirt.
With each button that slipped free, I kissed another spot on his face, letting my lips glide over his stubbled skin.
After I undid the buttons and exposed his chest, I sat back on his lap and just stared.
As he leaned forward and his shirt slid from his body, I saw the tattoos that started below his Adam’s apple and then went over his shoulder and down his arms. Beautifully colored flowers, twisting vines, and sharp thorns adorned his skin, woven together in an intricate tapestry of species I barely recognized.
It was gorgeous. He was gorgeous. And I wanted to map every inch of him with my fingers, and then my tongue.
Nestled between us, his cock strained against the front of his slacks—thick, hard, and no less impressive than it had been when I last felt it inside of me. But now, it was twitching behind the dark fabric with pulsing urgency, trapped.
My mind conjured picture after filthy picture.
His body taking mine in every position. Me riding him.
Him bending me over the couch. Kneeling between his spread legs.
Draped across his bed while his hands gripped my thighs and that thick cock drove into me until I couldn’t remember my name.
A soft whimper escaped my lips as he rolled his hips against my eager clit.
We’d have days, weeks, months, years to talk, but now we both needed the reassurance that could only be found with skin on skin.
His mouth crashed back into mine with a bruising force.
Hot, needy, and with a fire that consumed me from the inside out.
I writhed against him, hands grasping at his chest to pull him closer until there was no space left.
We were teeth and noise and hunger as his hands found my waist and he rocked against me, giving me the friction I craved.
One stayed on my waist as we rocked together while the other fumbled with my bra clasp. “Fuck, you feel good. I need to take you to bed.”
“No,” I moaned, throwing my head back as his hands traveled to my breasts and he squeezed them together, burying his face in between. “I need you now. Right here. Take me. Mark me. Claim me, Maverick.”
“Is that what you want, woman? To be mine?”
“Gods, yes. Please,” I begged, writhing in his lap to keep the friction I craved on my clit. “This isn’t enough. I need more.”
“You need me. That’s what you need. Something only I can give you.”
One hand snaked between us, tugging on his belt and then working the buttons and zipper of his pants.
His other arm wrapped around my waist as he lifted us from the sofa so he could work his pants and briefs off.
I helped, tugging at the fabric until it pooled at his feet.
His exposed cock lay proud against his stomach, and as he sat back down and adjusted me on his lap, kicking off his shoes, I couldn’t help but roll my hips again, desperate to feel him.
I pressed my chest to his, letting my nipples brush against the coarse hairs dusting his sternum and gasping as I finally—finally— found the contact I craved.
When my lips found his again, the kisses were wetter, sloppier.
Less finesse and more lust. He sucked on my lower lip, and I moaned, the sound vibrating from deep in my chest as he thrust against me through the last barrier of fabric.
My thighs shook as I chased my pleasure, hips moving on instinct, seeking more pressure. More friction. More of him.
As Maverick’s mouth broke from mine and our eyes opened, his were wide and dark, almost black with desire. “You’ll be the death of me,” he murmured before kissing me again like he wanted nothing more than to drown in me.
Strong hands gripped my ass, and I reached down, wrapping my hand around his cock. He was huge. Thick, flushed, and with a drop of precum beaded at the tip. Groaning, the sound filthy, he thrust into my fist before pushing my hand away with a curse.
“Wait. No. Not like that,” he gasped, shaking his head and tightening his grip on my hip.
“How about this?” I said, adjusting myself on his lap and pulling my panties to the side. My pussy glistened, clenching around nothing, waiting to be filled.
His hand went between us and gripped the base of his cock as I rose on my knees, wanting nothing more than for him to fill me.
Aligning his cock with my entrance, I lowered myself slowly, savoring the stretch as my body worked to accommodate him.
His breath stuttered into a low, broken moan as I sank lower, letting myself feel every inch of him.
He lifted my hips, guiding me on top of him as his first thrust was slow. Deep. Full. I gasped, digging my fingertips into his shoulders and throwing my head back. The second thrust had more force, and I cried out for him.
He read my thoughts, my body, and my soul before fucking me like he was starved. What started slow and measured—as if he wanted to map every inch of my body, hips rolling in a steady rhythm—had morphed into a driving force I was helpless to resist.
I couldn’t stop moaning and panting his name as my nails scratched his scalp. “More.”
I hardly recognized my voice as he met my eyes, and I nodded, silently showing him I knew what I was asking for.
He let go, giving me what we both needed as he lifted me almost all the way off his cock and then slammed me back down.
Harder and deeper he went as his rhythm stuttered, and my body jolted with every thrust. My breasts bounced against his chest, and I removed one hand from his head to find my clit, rubbing furiously, needing a little more to get me over the edge.
“Fuck. I’m close. You feel too good.”
The couch rocked with each brutal snap of his hips, and all I could do was hold on, letting him thrust into me as I circled my clit with shaky fingers.
He groaned into my neck, bit my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, and then gripped my hips tighter as his movements grew feral.
The friction was too much and not enough as my hand not between our bodies clawed at his back, desperate for somewhere to hold as I splintered on top of him.
“Not ready. Just a little longer,” I cried, not wanting the sharpness of his grasp and the fullness of my body to leave.
His eyes widened as my voice dropped low, just shy of sobbing with how good he felt. “I want you to fill me up as I clench around you. So be good and hold out a little longer for me.”
Color bloomed on his cheeks, and a sheen of sweat covered his forehead as his mouth parted, lips trembling with my words. For a second, and then another, he just stared, dumbstruck, like he couldn’t believe what I’d said.
I felt the same—never having the need or desire to talk dirty to anyone. Until him.
The realization crashed into me like a wave, and then something shifted as he dragged my hips forward and thrust back into me with a low growl.
“Oh, fuck. You want me to wait for you? So I can fill you as your pussy spasms around me?” His voice sounded like eager hands caressing dark velvet, and I shivered, wanting nothing more than for him to keep talking.
“Yes. Please. Just a little longer.”
I quivered, as his movements grew erratic below me, and he swatted my hand away from my clit and replaced it with his own.
“I’ll give you what you need.”
“Oh. Right there.” The rough pads of his fingers were perfect on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and I felt myself tightening and whimpering with the need to come.
I shattered without warning as my orgasm brutally tore through me, my entire body clenching as my breath caught in my throat.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight as his rhythm faltered and he gasped against my throat. One thrust. Then another, deep and earth shattering, before he froze, buried to the hilt inside me.
I felt his cock jerk, spasming in pulsing waves as he came. My pussy fluttered around him as we rode the waves together until there was nothing left but weak, desperate aftershocks.
We stayed like that for what felt like hours, relishing in the feel of our bodies pressed so close.
His face stayed buried in my neck and my arms stayed wrapped around him like a lifeline.
His chest rose and fell, uneven with my own as we finally met each other’s eyes, and he slowly released me from his punishing grip.
With delicate movements, I stood on wobbly legs, running a hand through my hair and then adjusting my ruined panties. Maverick did the same, kicking his pants off the rest of the way before grasping my hand and squeezing. “Come on, beautiful.”
For a moment, I faltered. Thinking he wanted me to leave. But he squashed my trepidation as he grabbed my waist and pulled me close, tracing his nose along my cheek.
“I’m taking you to bed. Malibu has to go for a quick walk, and then I’ll be back. I’m not even close to being done with you.”
I nodded, biting my lip and looking up to meet his eyes. They were filled with adoration, contentment, and something I couldn’t decipher. But figuring it out wasn’t important. What mattered was us. This.
And as Maverick turned to the hallway and squeezed my hand again, I knew he agreed.