51. Chapter Fifty-One Flames of Fury
Chapter Fifty-One: Flames of Fury
Tess
He shut the car door and took my hand, his grip warm and reassuring as he led me toward the elevator. The air between us crackled with tangible heat and lust, every step charged with unspoken desire. Inside the elevator, our silence in the small space seemed to amplify the intensity, and he grasped my face and kissed me hard. It left me so dizzy and filled with sickening anticipation that I wasn’t sure how I could even eat.
Once inside his apartment, Maverick ushered me to the leather couch in his living room. We sank into its soft cushions, our thighs brushing together, sending electric shivers through me. He plucked up the remote and flipped the TV onto Netflix. Handing me the remote, he pulled out his phone, the blue light reflecting in his eyes as he navigated to his pizza app.
With the comforting hum of the TV and the soft clicking of Maverick’s fingers on the screen, the anticipation of his touch and the warmth of his presence wrapped around me like a blanket. I could hear the distant sounds of the city outside, a muted backdrop to the intimate world we were creating within the walls of his apartment.
“What do you like?” he asked.
“Tattoos, heat, and sin,” I joked.
His eyes darkened, and he threw the phone down beside him. “Shall we skip dinner and move straight to dessert?”
I laughed and pushed against his hard, warm torso, but he moved in closer, covering my mouth with his own, and my hands slid around to his back, grasping his T-shirt. We came together in a sloppy, scrappy kiss, and I moaned, turning to Jello in his arms.
I would have let him skip dinner, too, but after a minute, he pulled back. “Nope, you’ll need your energy tonight. Look at you, already falling apart at the seams. You’ll never last as long as I’ll need you.”
Laughing, I swatted at him, but he caught my hands and kissed my knuckles. “What do you like on your pizza, monstre?”
“Onion, mushroom, spinach, sausage, anything really.” He nodded and tapped at the screen, then placed it on the coffee table.
We chose a movie to pretend to watch—a rom-com, of course, something light and easily ignorable. But the pizza didn’t come until it was halfway through, and we ate slowly. With all the excitement over what was to come, I found it hard to eat anything at all, not wanting to inadvertently overstuff myself.
Toward the end of the movie, he nudged me to sit on the floor between his legs so he could rub my shoulders and play with my hair. My body was already coursing with desire since the shop when he invited me over. The sensations of his fingers kneading my sore shoulders and combing over my scalp pushed me into a subspace all its own. Needy and aching, I panted for more.
Then his hand snaked around to the front of my neck and squeezed gently. He sat forward and kissed the shell of my ear. My breath faltered, and he whispered, “Come up here, monstre.”
Burning for him quietly, I rose up, and he guided me to straddle his lap. The hard length in his jeans rubbed against my own wet heat. I leaned down to meet his lips in a scorching kiss, strumming my desire and melted under the long strokes of his fingertips up my back, going delirious over the circles around my nipples.
He squeezed my ass cheeks in his hands as he rolled his hips, crushing me hard against him. Every nerve ending flared with longing as he trailed desperate kisses down my neck. Peeling my top up over my head, he threw it over my shoulder.
We dry-humped each other hard, like animals, grunting and clawing at each other with so much need. I pushed his T-shirt up, revealing his hard, tanned abs. A treat for anyone to explore, but especially my poor, neglected hands. He snagged hold of his shirt from behind his head and pulled it off, returning to my bra, unclasping and throwing it away like a hot metal key on a summer day.
“Fuck, Tess, I’ve never wanted anyone so incessantly,” he panted against my mouth between kisses. “Why is that?”
My lip popped out from between his teeth when I smiled at the compliment. “Just lucky, I guess.”
He growled, his fingers grasping my hips so hard I thought I’d bruise. “And why am I not inside you yet?” The rough way he moved me, like a violent wave battering a ship against the rocks, created a deep, trembling need inside me. I gazed at him and bit my lip innocently.
“I think you might be lazy. ”
He snorted and, with his hands gripping me around the waist, stood. As soon as I was steady, he unbuttoned my jeans and tore them from my body with startling effortlessness. The air hitting my skin felt refreshing, but I wanted his hands and tongue all over instead.
His fingers curled around the waistband of my panties. “Are these sentimental?”
I shook my head, and he yanked them off, the fabric bunching up against my hip painfully just before they ripped. He rubbed soothing circles over the red, sensitive skin, then fell to his knees and licked the area, adding another layer of comforting warmth. As his tongue edged closer and closer to the apex of my thighs, I threw my head back, waiting for that moment of ecstatic gratitude when he and my clit would begin their dance of magic.
“Fuck yes,” I cried when he greeted her. He urged my leg over his shoulder and then the other. I grasped my fingers into his hair, the excitement and elation of his expert tongue swirling around my clit, sending me into a frenzy. He stood up and shuffled around for a few moments, but I paid little attention to anything except his lips and tongue against my lust-drizzled donut.
The pressure built in my core, tighter and tighter. As he growled and slurped, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I exploded. But the moment before I knew it would happen, he pulled away, leaving me on the couch I hadn’t noticed being put down on.
“No, Mav. Don’t stop. Please… I…”
He smiled, his face glistening with my arousal. “You’re so addictive,” he rumbled low in his chest.
I grasped his head and tried to push him back in place so he would finish the job, but he held steady, eyes twinkling with amusement. “You’ll get what you deserve. I promise.” He lowered his head and licked a line against my clit so lightly that I let out a soft whine, the tone of a prayer. “Delicious,” he rasped.
I was still, but a desperate storm of need raged inside. “Please…”
“Please, what?”
Panting so I wouldn’t scream, I begged him. “Please let me come. I need it.”
He hummed, almost close enough to my clit to feel it. But not quite. “I know, babe. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
My hands clenched into fists. I wasn’t angry, just beyond desperate. If he licked me, I’d burst like a supernova. “Don’t,” I begged.
“Don’t what, Tess?”
“Don’t toy with me,” I breathed out.
He growled and rose to his feet, bent at the waist, hovering over me. “But, monstre, you love to be my good little fuck toy, don’t you?”
I nodded, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back. “Yes.” This game we were playing was edging me in and of itself, and he knew it, that bastard.
“So you love it when I tease you.”
I squeaked with frustrated desire. “No. Yes. Please Maverick. Please, I have to…”
He gripped my hips and dropped down next to me, pulling me up to straddle him. His jeans were off already, his cock standing up, ready to wreck my pussy. I bit my lip in anticipation as he held his head against my opening. Without a second of hesitation, I impaled myself on him. He thrust in as I began a furious rhythm, and his lips worshiped every inch of my collarbone and shoulders. Then he reached around the back of my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. We managed to synchronize our hips into a glorious, ecstatic dance of fire and demand .
The friction from our furious thrusting rubbed my clit just right, bringing me closer and closer to that rapturous state I was so desperate for. “Don’t come yet, monstre.”
“I have to.”
“No. You’re not allowed yet. My good little fuck toy waits until I say it’s time to come.”
But I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. “I can’t. I have to come,” I begged. “I’m sorry.”
He licked my ear and growled. “Is my bad girl coming on my cock, ready for her punishment?” My eyes snapped open, and I exploded. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. Milk my cock good. I’m gonna fill you up all fucking night. You’re gonna be begging for a break, screaming through orgasm after orgasm as my cum leaks out your cunt around my cock like a packet of fucking mayonnaise.”
He had such a dirty mouth. It was disgusting and so fucking hot to unleash with him like that. His fingers slid through my hair. He grabbed fistfuls tight with both hands, pulling my head back, and roared his own release as I slammed down on him over and over. The world fell away and left us floating in a dark space, connected and consumed by each other. I gripped his biceps tighter, and he responded by pulling me closer to lie on his chest. Pushing all my doubts away as they tried to crowd in again, I focused on the heat of his skin against mine. The safety and security in his arms. The thunderous beat of my heart.
After we caught our breath, he turned the TV off and, still half hard and inside me, carried us to his bedroom.
We lay next to each other on the cool, silk sheets like victims of a capsized boat just reaching the shore. Drained and spent.
But it was just the beginning of our night.
It was only a warm-up.