Chapter 8
Tavi
I heard Van giggling after the smell of toast woke me. Panic flooded my system and I shot out of bed, hoping Van hadn’t tried to make me breakfast in bed again. The last time he’d almost burnt the entire kitchen down.
Grabbing a shirt of Maverick’s from his top drawer, I pulled it on and moved out of the bedroom to find Van at the table, playing with his toys, with a plate of food in front of him, half eaten and Maverick lounging back in his chair, watching him.
I looked toward the kitchen, only to find it wasn’t on fire.
“Good morning,” Maverick said, smirking at my appearance. “Get a good night’s sleep?”
I could feel my cheeks flush at the memory of him going down on me until I passed out and then the memory of waking up to find him gone had goosebumps lighting up my skin and a fresh curl of humiliation coiling tight in my stomach.
“Good morning, Maverick.”
His smile dropped just before I turned on my heel and headed toward the kitchen. I could hear him follow behind. I moved about to start on my own breakfast, to busy my hands, but Maverick was there, his hands on my hips, squeezing, and sending signals down to my clit.
“You look good in my shirt,” he said into my neck. “Better than me, that’s for sure.”
I leaned back into his arms, feeling his hands drift from my thighs, lifting the shirt up before his hand was cupping my pussy. Fingers slid up and down my folds, dipping between them.
I moaned as softly as I could so Van didn’t come in here. “You left me alone.”
“I had to answer a call from the Prez,” he said in my ear. “That’s the only thing that would have been able to pull me away from you.”
I turned in his arms, looking up into his eyes. “You could have said something.”
“I didn’t want to say goodbye to you,” he admitted, placing a kiss on my jaw, leading down my neck.
I pushed him back, taking a look at Van who was watching something on the TV while still playing with his toys, before I shoved Maverick back against the wall. Dropping to my knees, I undid his jeans and freed his cock.
Maverick’s hands went to my hair, holding me back from taking him into my mouth. “You don’t have to do this, Tavi.”
“I want to,” I said softly, before I fisted the base of his cock and ran my tongue down the underside of his length.
Maverick stifled his moan, throwing his head back against the wall.
His fingers dug into my scalp, my hair tangled around his thick fingers as he moved his hips up and down, pumping his cock down my throat.
The width of him was surprising, but it only spurred me on more to take him deeper.
I wanted him to come hard, unexpectedly.
I wanted him to come down my throat, and then I wanted him to throw me against the wall and fuck me like I was the only woman he’d ever want again.
I’d wanted that since the moment I met him five years ago. Even though I knew how dangerous it was. If he found out who I was…we could be out on our ass and Hardy could come for me. I’d never survive it. He would make sure of it.
I must have stopped my rhythm because Maverick hesitated, his brow furrowed as he looked down at me.
Shaking my head, I took him fully down my throat, gagging around his cock.
Maverick fisted my hair and pulled me back, before slowly doing it again and again, until I no longer gagged.
My mouth and throat felt so full with every bob, the way it accommodated him, like it was always meant to be there, like he was made for me.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his tone low so not to rouse Van. “Baby, you’re going to make me come.”
Good.
I nodded, taking him deep, my tongue flat to let him go deeper still.
Maverick stiffened, before I felt his cock twitch in my mouth.
I moved back a bit to allow his cock to spurt into my mouth rather than straight down my throat.
Hot, salty cum spilled over my tongue, and I swallowed it down eagerly, sucking him clean before he rested his head against the wall.
His fingers disentangled from my hair, and slowly, he hooked his fingers under my chin.
I rose from my knees and stood in front of him, a wicked grin on my face at having him come so hard.
“That mouth’s going to be the end of me one day,” he said with a smirk. “I don’t think I want to know how you could be so good at it.”
I shrugged. “I’ve never actually wanted to do it before.”
His smirk died instantly and his eyes latched onto me with an intensity that startled me. “Are you telling me he forces you to do that to him?”
I really didn’t want to talk about Hardy right now, so I turned my back to him. That was a mistake. Maverick’s hands were on my hips, squeezing, his breath hot on my ear.
“Don’t you ever let a man force you to do anything you don’t want,” he growled, making my already wet pussy throb. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt you or Van. Matter of fact, I don’t want to think about any dick going in that mouth, but mine.”
Oh god.
My thighs were clenching so hard, I couldn’t move. I motioned for the door. Maverick looked over the top of my head and then moved back to my neck, biting down on my earlobe.
“Be quiet, baby,” he said. “Van’s snoozing, but with what I’m about to do to this pussy, you’re definitely going to scream.”
Maverick moved me to bend over the stool. I gripped onto the edge just as he nudged my thighs apart with his knees. Reaching between my thighs, I felt his rough fingers dip between my folds.
His approving growl was all it took for me to pant out a moan of need. “Please.”
“Uh, uh,” he said in my ear. “I told you to be quiet, Tavi. Don’t make me put a muzzle on you.”
Why the fuck was that hot?
I should be enraged. Appalled. Angry. Yet, I was dripping with need for my caveman hottie. I bit down on my lip, just as I felt his hand grip my left thigh and pull it upward. Cool air hit my wet pussy, causing goosebumps to erupt over my heated skin.
“Goddamn, you are stunning like this. Hot and needy for me. I could get used to having this every goddamn morning.”
His voice was low, his need for me evident with how gravelly his voice was.
“Mav…”
I didn’t have to wait long. He notched his cock at my entrance and in one thrust, he entered me.
I cried out in a harsh whisper, biting down on my bottom lip until I could taste blood.
He had slid into me with such ease. Tight, and yet not.
That didn’t even make sense and yet, it did.
It was like he was made for me, and I, for him.
His pumps were low and steady, his cock stretching me in the most delicious way. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head, as one hand held onto me on the stool, while the other wound into my hair, yanking me upright. My back to his chest, he suckled on my neck, eliciting a low moan from me.
“I said quiet,” he snapped harshly, his hand slapping against my mouth hard.
I could barely breathe with the way he fucked into me, relentlessly.
The sounds of our fucking was loud to my ears, but probably wasn’t even registering outside of this room.
I could never quit this feeling, this feeling of being so full, so content, so fucking turned on I could barely see straight.
His hard fingers pinched the skin around my mouth as his balls slapped up at my pussy lips.
Without thinking, my tongue came out and traced patterns over his fingers. I could taste myself, and him, sweat and maybe maple syrup. It was a combination that sent me hurtling over the edge. My pussy squeezed him tight, earning me a low grunt, as he rode out my orgasm.
“You want my fingers, baby?" he asked. “Take them.”
His hand moved from my mouth, before I felt his fingers slide in between my lips and hold my tongue down. Something about the movement was so goddamn hot that I could feel my pussy squeeze him again.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” he asked, his rough voice in my ear. “Give me another one, baby.”
Fuck, how? I just came. I couldn’t possibly come again.
I meant to shake my head but his hand restricted my movement.
The hand that wasn’t on my mouth, slid down over my hip and located my clit, rubbing the sensitive nub slowly, dipping into my pussy for lubrication, before bringing it back up.
The sensation of his rough fingers along with how wet I was, and the way he was grunting into my ear sent me spiralling into another orgasm before I could think anything of it.
I cried out around his fingers, the sound muted, but still loud.
We both stilled for a moment, listening for Van to call out, but he didn’t make a sound.
That was all Maverick needed before he was pumping into me hard and fast, his own orgasm breaching. His breathing became laboured, his fingers pushing down on my tongue before I felt his cock twitch inside of me, and his cum hit so deep, I was worried I’d taste it.
We stayed like that, for a few moments, his fingers still inside of my mouth, his cock slowly sliding out of me, along with both of our releases down my thigh. Once our breathing returned to a regular pace, I licked around his fingers with a lazy smile on my face.
I was fucking content. Happy. Delirious.
And I couldn’t remember the last time I could ever say that.
Slowly, Maverick removed his fingers from my mouth and pulled himself back, his hands on my hips, helping me to stand. I was resting my back against his chest, his arms coming to support my waist, his lips on my neck again.
“Go wash up, I’ll make you something to eat.”
His kiss on the back of my neck almost had tears falling down my cheeks. I nodded, heading back to the bedroom, passed a sleeping Van and into the bedroom, before I showed him just how fucking much that meant to me.
I was going to fall in love with him.
And he was going to burn me.
Yet, I couldn’t stop.
Maverick