Chapter 25 Maverick
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Oh my God.
The tape bites into my wrists every time I test it, the sound of it stretching over the iron headboard loud in the quiet of my bedroom. I could break free if I really wanted to, but I don’t.
Not yet.
Not when she’s straddling me like this, black silk draped over her hips as her hair falls forward while she studies me like I’m hers to take apart.
“Untie me,” I rasp out as I struggle against the restraints, my muscles straining and causing the headboard to groan. “Amelia, I’m begging you. Please let me touch you.”
Her plump lips curve into a smirk that makes my pulse race. Her fingertip glides from my collarbone down the center of my chest, stopping just above my belt. The touch of her nail against my skin is nothing and everything all at once.
“No,” she says softly, almost sweetly. “You don’t get to touch. Not yet.”
I groan, frustration and need tangling in my gut until it’s all I can feel.
My hips twitch upward, trying to close the space between us. “You’re killing me, dollface. I can’t—” My words break on a sharp inhale when she rocks her hips just enough to make my vision blur. “Please. I need my hands on you. I need your hair in my fist, fuck, anything.”
She cocks her head, her eyes gleaming with heat. “You like begging, don’t you?”
“I’ll fall to my knees for you, Amelia,” I growl, thrusting upward. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you—untie me.”
She leans forward until her lips are close to my ear, her breath warm enough to make my skin prickle. “You’ll do it anyway, Maverick.”
The tape stretches again as I pull harder this time, desperation breaking through my restraint. My jaw’s clenched, my pulse pounding in my neck. “Please,” I say again, rawer now. “I’m losing my mind here.”
Her hand slides up my throat, thumb tracing my jaw with infuriating calm. “Nope,” she says, enunciating the ‘p’ with a pop.
She shifts back slightly, her weight shifting, and my eyes follow every inch of her. My gaze locks on the slit of her dress where her thigh is exposed, the silk rising higher as she moves over me.
My chest heaves more as my hands tighten into fists against the tape.
“You’re having fun with this,” I say, my voice dark, my hips arching despite myself.
Her eyes gleam in the low light. “I am.”
My throat works around a groan. “You’re dangerous.”
“And you like it.”
She leans in again, close enough for her lips to ghost mine, but she doesn’t close the distance, and my entire body goes tense.
“Jesus, Amelia… I can’t take much more.”
“You’ll take what I give you,” she murmurs, her breath mingling with mine.
I strain against the headboard so hard it rattles. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“You’re a big boy. You’ll survive.”
Her hips roll over mine slowly, silk dragging against the front of my tux pants, and I swear my whole body locks up. Every pass grinds right over me, the pressure’s too much and not nearly enough.
My head tips back against the pillow, breath coming hard, the tape stretching again under my grip.
“Amelia…” My voice is rough, already broken. “You’re gonna make me come in my pants again.”
She smiles wickedly, like she’s been waiting for me to say it.
“Oh, I know you did,” she purrs.
My eyes snap to hers. “You little devil… so you did know.”
Her face lowers until her lips are a breath from mine. “Of course, I knew.” The words are a whisper, her mouth brushing mine just enough to steal my air, then pulling back before I can chase the kiss.
I groan, straining against the headboard. “You evil woman.”
She grinds again, slower this time, dragging herself over me in a way that makes my thighs tense and my hips buck helplessly.
Her smirk deepens. “You like it, Maverick, don’t lie to me.”
“Like it?” I pant, fighting the urge to flip her under me. “I’m losing my mind over it.”
She leans in, giving me the softest, most featherlight kiss, just a ghost of her lips over mine, before pulling back and rolling her hips harder.
I grunt as my eyes squeeze shut, every muscle in my body tensing.
“Amelia, baby.”
She hums, pleased, then shifts back on her knees, her hands sliding down my chest, over my abs, to the waistband of my pants.
My pulse spikes as she works the button, slow enough to make me want to scream.
She drags the zipper down, her knuckles brushing me through the fabric, and I curse under my breath.
“Excited for me, Maverick?” she teases.
My pants slip down my hips, leaving me in my boxers, which are soaked. The dark patch is obvious, clinging to me.
Her eyes drop, and she licks her lips.
The sight of her alone is going to make me combust.
I bite down on a groan, watching her take it in. “You see what you do to me?”
She drags her gaze up my body. “I do, and I fucking love it.”
I press against the tape again, the headboard rattling. “Untie me, dollface, I swear.”
Her finger trails right over the wet spot, a teasing pressure that makes my hips jerk. “Oh, you’ll get your turn,” she says, her smile nothing but trouble. “But right now… You stay right where I put you.”
Her hand lingers on the damp spot as her palm cups my cock through the thin cotton until my hips jerk against her touch. My wrists pull hard at the tape, the iron headboard groaning under the strain.
“Amelia…” My voice is low, strained. “You keep that up and I’m not gonna make it.”
She tilts her head, feigning innocence, though her eyes are nothing but trouble. “That’s the point. I want to see you squirm.”
She slips her fingers into the waistband of my boxers, dragging them down painfully slow until the fabric clears me, and my hard, aching cock springs free. Cool air hits the mess of precum already smeared across my tip, and her gaze locks there like I’m the only thing in the room.
“Fuck,” I breathe, watching her take me in.
She reaches behind her neck, the whisper of silk sliding off her shoulders, causing my pulse to spike. Her dress pools at her waist before she pushes it away completely, leaving her in a matching black lace set that hugs every curve.
My lungs literally stop working.
The lace frames her tits perfectly, giving me a peek of the shimmering rods beneath the warm glow of the bedroom light. The delicate straps vanish into the ink covering her skin. Every tattoo I’ve caught glimpses of is suddenly right there, on display, mine to take in.
I’m fucking starving for her.
“Jesus Christ,” I rasp, my head pressing back into the pillow. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
Her fingers hook into the sides of her panties, but she doesn’t take them off. She just pulls them to the side, a flash of her wet pussy between her thighs making me groan.
She straddles me again, her knees bracketing my hips, and lowers herself until the head of my cock catches against her entrance.
“Holy fuck,” I grit, canting my hips forward to get more of her, to feel all of her wrapped around me.
She sinks down just enough to drive me wild, then rocks back, her slick coating me as she grinds slowly, letting the head of my cock slide in and out, in and out, like she’s teasing herself as much as me.
My head drops back, eyes squeezing shut, jaw tight. “You’re killing me, baby.”
She leans in, her breath ghosting over my lips. “Good.”
I groan, struggling against the tape. “You feel so fucking tight—goddamn, Amelia, I could come from this alone.”
Her hips roll again, sinking down just far enough to make my toes curl, then pulling back to the tip, her slick dragging over me in a way that makes my abs lock.
“You like that?” she teases, her nails tracing the muscles of my stomach.
“Amelia, give me more. You’re—fuck—you’re perfect.”
She does it again as her eyes lock on mine. My hips jerk up involuntarily, chasing her heat, desperate for more.
“Please,” I rasp, my voice breaking. “Let me all the way in. Let me feel you, baby.”
She holds me there at the edge for what feels like an eternity, rocking only on the head of my cock, making my muscles quake with restraint.
“Amelia,” I groan, my voice already wrecked. “Please—”
She lowers herself slowly, inch by inch, and I swear my vision goes white at the edges. Her pussy stretches as she lowers herself onto me, every millimeter of her tight, wet heat claiming me until I’m buried to the hilt.
My head thumps against the pillow, and I drag in a ragged breath.
“Jesus fuck,” I pant, staring up at her like she’s the only thing that’s ever mattered. “I’ve been losin’ my mind over you. I’ve thought about this a thousand times, but nothing—fuck—nothing compares. Tell me you want me again.”
Her eyes sparkle with mischievous delight. “I want you, Maverick.”
“Holy shit—Amelia—” My voice cracks, useless against the way she rolls her hips, dragging me deeper, pulling sounds out of me I didn’t even know I could make.
Her hand slides up, curling around my throat.
Fuck.
My head kicks back into the pillow, a guttural groan tearing out of my chest. “Oh fuck yes. Do it, baby. Take me out. Make me yours.”
Her grip tightens just enough, fingers firm against my pulse, and I swear I’d die like this if she asked me to. My chest heaves, air rasping through my throat, and every drag of her cunt over my cock makes me see stars.
“You like that, baby?” she taunts. “My hands on your throat while I fuck you into the mattress?”
My laugh comes out broken, desperate. I buck up into her, my cock hitting deep, and choke on a moan. “God, yes. I fucking love it. Harder. Please, fuck, I want it.”
She squeezes, and I swear the world tilts. Her tits bounce with every roll of her hips, sweat glistening down her chest, her hair falling around her face.
I can’t look away. My wife, my ruin, holding me by the throat like she was born to do it.
“You’re beautiful like this,” she purrs, riding me harder, faster. Every slap of her ass against my thighs has me closer to the edge.
“You own me. You fucking own me.”