Chapter 31 Maverick
maverick
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Whiplash by CRANKDAT and Sofi thumps through my gym speakers so loud that the walls probably vibrate. My palms are chalky, sweat slicking my chest as I push the barbell up one last time, my triceps burning.
I’m halfway through the rep when I hear the soft click of the door opening.
Amelia’s bare feet glide across the hardwood, the soft drag of sleepy steps.
“Mav… It’s four in the morning.”
I glance over, and she’s standing in the doorway with her hair a mess, eyes still heavy-lidded from sleep.
She’s wearing a loose cotton tank that clings in just the right places, shorts so tiny I can see the crease where her thighs meet her hips, and fuck me, her pierced nipples are visible through the thin fabric, catching the low light.
“Gotta get a pump in before we leave, baby,” I say, racking the barbell and sitting up, my breath still ragged from the set.
She leans on the doorframe with her arms folded. “Normal people sleep before big trips.”
“I’m not normal people.” I grin. “I’m extraordinary people.”
One brow lifts. “You mean cocky people.”
“Confident,” I correct, grabbing my towel to wipe my face, then tossing it aside.
My gaze scans her, starting at her bare, black-painted toes and ending where her tank drapes loosely around her ribs. My mouth lifts in a smile. “And right now, I’m confident you’d look incredible straddling me before sunrise.”
Her lips twitch, fighting the urge to smile. “You’re in here lifting weights, Hayes. Save the lines for later.”
“Baby…” I lean forward, elbows on my knees, letting the smirk grow. “You’re a weight I wanna lift right now.”
She laughs softly and muffled, as if she’s trying not to give me the satisfaction. “Oh my God, does that line really work?”
“Doesn’t matter.” I hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and tug her closer until she’s between my knees. “You’re still blushing.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You are.” My voice drops as I look up at her. “Come here, dollface.”
She shakes her head as if she’s resisting, but I recognize her tells—her slight hesitation, the way her knees turn inward toward me. Then, she does exactly what I’m hoping for: she swings one leg over my lap and settles on me.
Her thighs press warmly against my hips. My hands find the curve of her ass, and my thumbs slip just under the hem of her shorts. The tank gapes a little when she leans forward, giving me the perfect view straight down her shirt.
“Maverick,” she whimpers, even as her fingers brush over my bare chest.
“What?” My hands flex, dragging her closer until there’s no space left between us. “We can pack after.”
“After what?”
“After I make you scream loud enough so the neighbors can hear.” My mouth finds her jaw, the rasp of my morning stubble catching on her skin. “And then I’ll still fuck you one more time for good measure.”
She tilts her head like she’s going to say something smart, but my hands are already sliding up under her thin tank, palms skimming the line of her waist until I’ve got her tits in my hands.
Fuck, I feel the cool brush of metal against my thumbs.
I grin, looking up at her with pure trouble. “God, these piercings were the best decision you’ve ever made, dollface.”
My mouth is on her instantly as my tongue flicks over the barbell through her nipple before I close my lips around it, sucking slow and deep until she lets out this quiet, broken sound that goes straight to my cock.
I drag my teeth over her just enough to make her breath hitch, my free hand massaging the other breast, rolling the piercing between my fingers.
Her nails scrape over my shoulders, digging in, pulling me closer. I switch to her other nipple, sucking harder this time, savoring the way her back arches into me like she can’t help it.
The kiss that follows isn’t sweet—just teeth and tongue, her lips wet and swollen against mine, the taste of her still lingering.
I break away long enough to mumble against her mouth, “You know you’re not leaving this gym without me making a mess of you, right?”
Before she can respond, my hands are under her thighs, hauling her up. She gasps, instinctively wrapping her legs around my waist, but I’m already moving us across the room.
The mirror takes up the entire wall, and I stop just shy of it, letting her slide down my body until her bare feet hit the mat. I spin her to face the glass, keeping my hand on the back of her neck and the other gripping her hip.
“Look,” I tell her, my voice rough in her ear. “Look at what I do to you.”
Her reflection stares back at me, cheeks flushed, pupils dilated, and her lips swollen from our kiss. My body is a wall behind hers, sweat glistening on my chest as it’s pressed against her back, my shorts doing nothing to hide how hard I am.
I bend her slightly at the waist, my hand splayed low on her stomach, feeling her breathe. “You’re already wet, aren’t you?”
She tries to glare at me in the mirror, but it doesn’t land when her lips part like that.
“Uh-huh,” I say, smirking at our reflection. “That’s what I thought.”
Her breathing is already uneven, chest rising and falling more quickly under my palm. I slide my hand lower, over the band of her shorts, my fingers teasing the waistband but not slipping underneath.
“Eyes up, baby,” I murmur into her ear, my gaze fixed on hers in the mirror. “Don’t look at me, look at us.”
Her lashes flutter, but she obeys, meeting my eyes in the reflection. Her small act of submission makes my grip on her tighten.
“That’s it,” I say, my voice lowering. “Watch the way I touch you. Watch the way your body reacts to me.”
My hand finally slips into her shorts, sliding past the cotton, and fuck, she’s drenched. My fingers glide over her, slow at first, just enough to make her hips jerk.
Her reflection’s already starting to come apart, cheeks flushed, lips parted, and I’m not even inside her yet.
“Goddamn,” I mutter, brushing slow circles over her clit that make her hips buck. “You’re soaking my fingers already, dollface. Barely laid a hand on you and you’re this fucking wet? What’s gonna happen when I finally give you my cock?”
She tries to look down, but I catch her chin in my free hand, tilting her head back toward the mirror. “Dollface, eyes stay up. I want you to watch the exact moment I make you lose it.”
I slide one finger inside her, curling it slowly, my thumb still rubbing tight circles against her clit.
Her thighs clamp together, trembling, but I shove my knee between them and force her open wider.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I groan, pumping my finger in deeper, curling until her walls grip me like a fucking vise.
“So tight—fuck—you’re choking my finger, dollface.
Can’t wait to feel this cunt stretch around my cock. ”
Her breath stutters, head tipping back, and I add another finger, pushing past the wet heat while my thumb never lets up. Slick gushes down my hand, coating me, and I mutter against her ear, “Dripping all over me, baby. You’re gonna make a mess before I even get inside you.”
Her nails curl against the glass, her breath fogging it in little bursts.
“Mm, that’s the view I like,” I say, my free hand gripping her thigh. “My girl falling apart in my hands, right where I can see every fucking second of it.”
I keep it steady, dragging it out, letting her feel every roll of my palm, every curl of my fingers. I want her to get desperate.
“You want more?” I ask, still meeting her eyes in the mirror. “Then say it.”
She glares at me, but in a small whisper, she stutters.
“Y-Yes.”
I grin against her hair. “Yes, what, baby?”
“More, I want more.”
Her hips are rocking against my hand now, not even being subtle about it.
“Look at you,” I say in awe, my grin crooked. “Could wake up to this every damn day and never get tired of it.”
Her eyes flick to mine, a warning in them, but I chuckle. “Don’t give me that face. You’re the one pressing back on me like you’re trying to prove a point.”
I push my fingers deeper, curling them slowly, as my palm is drags over her clit in the same motion. Her knees wobble, and I tighten my grip around her hip, steadying her.
“That’s it, stay right there,” I tell her, the command smooth but firm. “Don’t move unless it’s because I’m making you.”
She lets out a whimper that makes me bite my bottom lip to keep from groaning.
“You know what I love?” I ask, leaning close so my breath brushes the shell of her ear. “I love that you act like you hate how much you want it… and then two minutes later you’re dripping all over my hand.”
She rolls her eyes at me in the mirror, and I laugh, because I know I’m right. “Uh-huh, keep pretending.”
I speed up the circles of my thumb, watching her thighs start to tremble. “Fuck, that’s pretty. Look at that, your lips are all red, your cheeks flushed. Don’t even need to touch myself, doll face, watching you’s enough to ruin me.”
My hand moves to her chin, tipping her head back a little, making sure she’s locked on our reflection. “That’s my girl. Keep those eyes on us. I want you to see how fucking good you look when you’re coming apart.”
I thrust my fingers harder, curling them just right, my thumb circling her clit until her legs start to shake.
Her reflection stares back at us—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes glazed with heat—and it makes my cock twitch painfully in my shorts.
“Damn, baby, look at you,” I groan, dragging my teeth along her neck.
“My perfect little wife, dripping down my hand, taking it so well. You’re about to come all over my fingers, and I want you to watch every second of it. ”
Her breath catches, body arching, and I pin her tighter against me, whispering filth against her ear. “That’s it, ride my hand, dollface. Show me how messy you get for me. Then I’m bending you over and making you watch while I fuck this tight cunt until you scream.”