CHAPTER 10
Kaya
Maverick pushes through the door of the Petal moving forward with urgent steps. I give Cipher a wave and a broad grin as Maverick pulls me down the hall to the women’s bathroom. He locks the door behind us and faces me. Before I can say or do anything he has his belt undone.
I watch him with hungry fascination. I pull my shirt off and throw it to the floor. ”Pants.” He mumbles as his jeans drop to the tile floor.
I quickly unbutton and unzip my jeans, pulling them down, along with my panties.
He lunges forward lifting me from the floor.
My heart is pounding and fire is flowing through my veins.
I have never wanted a man so bad in my entire life.
He plants my ass on the sink and his mouth attacks my neck, biting and nipping the skin.
Shockwaves rip through me as he moves to my collar bone, his tongue teasing the sensitive hollow, lapping at my flesh like a starving man.
“Fuck me.” I beg, with no shame whatsoever.
“Patience, my little firecracker,” he whispers against my skin.
He moves down to my breasts tasting one and then the other, sucking my nipple into his warm mouth. I let out a groan as he bites just hard enough for the sting to cause flutters all over my body.
He runs his finger down my slit, feeling my wetness before he presses against me. “So wet,” he says as he positions himself at my entrance.
“Please,” I beg.
He lets out a chuckle as he slips just the head of his cock inside.
My eyes roll back with the feel of him. So big and perfect.
I wrap my hands around his neck as I move forward, wanting all of him.
He thrusts inside and I let out a whimper.
I wasn’t fully prepared to take him all at once, but fuck, he feels so damn good.
The stretch and burn, just makes it so much more intense.
“You good?” he asks as he slides out.
“Yes, so good, baby.” Before I can question myself calling him baby, he’s pumping back in.
He lifts me completely off the sink with his cock buried deep inside me.
I wrap my legs around his waist. He takes one step to the side and presses my back against the wall.
He slides out and thrusts back in with the cold tile against my back.
Our lips crush together, tongues dancing with emotions tangling with lust. He continues thrusting, both of us panting, barely hanging on.
“Take your shirt off.” I gasp out.
With me pinned to the wall he is able to remove his cut, letting it drop to the floor behind him.
He then rips his black t-shirt from his body.
With his glorious chest now in front of me, my hands run up the hair that is marked with sweat.
He is like my own personal grizzly bear and I fucking love it.
Our eyes connect. He thrusts. I’m on the edge, but don’t want it to be over so soon.
“Wait!” I say.
“What is it?” his gruff voice asks.
“Take me doggy style. Against the sink.” I beg.
He moves back to the sink placing me on the floor. He pulls out, leaving me questioning my request. I turn around gripping the sides of the sink. He presses my back down and gently guides my legs further apart with his feet. Before pushing back in, he drops a few gentle kisses to my back.
I gaze into the mirror because this is what I wanted. I want to watch him take me. His long hair is hanging down on both sides, beard thick, chest hair covering the entire front of him. He is magnificent.
Our eyes meet in the mirror as he rubs his hands down my back. He leans over me and nibbles my ear, as his hands find my breasts massaging and kneading them. He continues his perusal with his fingers, down my sides to my outer thighs, while his focus shifts from my eyes to my breasts in the mirror.
“You ready beautiful?” His deep voice rumbles through me causing my stomach to tighten.
“So ready.” I answer as I wiggle my ass a bit.
He gives one cheek a light smack and I jump, a sly grin crossing my lips. “Yes.”
“You like that? You want another?”
My pussy clenches. “Please,” I beg.
He smacks the other cheek, a little harder than the first. I close my eyes, loving this power he has over me. The slight sting from the slap combined with the anticipation of feeling him inside me again is a high no drug could ever bring me.
“Again!” I yell.
Another smack lands on the first cheek, harder still. I tense. My pussy tingles. Heat rushes over me. Maverick rubs both cheeks, soothing them, but I want more. “Please, more,” I moan.
“No. I need to fuck you.” Maverick groans.
And he does. He positions himself and enters me again.
My head rolls back. He tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls my head to the side so he can kiss my neck.
He sucks hard. I know he’s marking me, and I can’t find it in myself to care.
He’s like an animal, a feral beast with his need to claim me in every way possible, including leaving his marks on my skin.
He thrusts into me with his hands at my hips, our eyes connected in the mirror. So much is being said without words. The heat and energy between us are at their peak. He reaches a hand down at our connection and rubs my clit.
“Oh God! Maverick!” I shout. This is what I needed.
That little bit of friction takes me over the edge.
I come. My orgasm rocking me like an earthquake.
Flashes of white and stars erupt behind my eyes as pleasure flows through my body.
My stomach tightens, jaw clenches, and I grip the sink so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t break.
“Fuck!” Maverick groans. As the walls of my cunt throb around him, he releases inside of me. His stream fills me as my pussy milks him. I look up to see his eyes closed in pleasure, as his orgasm gives him the release he needs. His face is the picture of pure satisfaction and it’s sexy as hell.
As we come down from our high, he gently pulls out of me. He kisses my back, shoulder, and neck, before stepping from me. My legs are wobbly as I step back and grab some paper towels from the dispenser. I make quick work of wiping myself before going inside one of the stalls to pee.
As I sit on the toilet, I say, “I guess I can check public bathroom sex off my list.”
Maverick lets out a low chuckle. “You have a list?”
“Maybe.” I say sweetly.
“I’m gonna need to see that.”
I giggle as I finish my business.
To my displeasure, Maverick already has his jeans back on when I exit. He hands me my panties. I slowly slide them up as he watches. His eyes scan my body as I redress. From the hungry look on his face, it seems like he wants to have one more round before we leave here.
My cheeks pink under his scrutiny. I know he likes what he sees but he is so intense that sometimes I just can’t handle the ravenous looks he gives me.
He steps to me and lifts me from the floor. I wrap my legs around him. “Why are you embarrassed?” he asks.
I shrug. His hands are under my ass holding me in place. “Because you’re a savage that stares at me like I’m your next meal.”
“Because you are,” he says in that rough southern twang. Jesus. We need to get out of here before I tear both of our clothes right back off.
I’m so caught up in the moment of passion and raw emotion between us that I hug him. Tight. He hasn’t put his shirt or cut back on so my fingers dig into the flesh of his back as I hold onto him. My eyes begin to sting as tears try to escape. What in the hell is wrong with me?
I’m guessing my whacked-out hormones are behind this show of emotion, because it definitely isn’t me.
I don’t get emotional after sex. But I pinch my eyes closed and hug him tighter, not wanting this to end.
He feels it and reciprocates, clutching me hard against his chest. Time seems to stand still as we become one for a few extra moments.
It’s both beautiful and terrifying at the same time.