CHAPTER 18 Maverick Jennings #2
“So I’m nothing more to you than a mistake?” she asks, and I’m not sure if she’s clarifying or seeking some sort of validation that this would be more to me.
I’m aware of the gravity here.
Regardless of what happens next, we have to spend the next year together. I can’t allow her to be a distraction—or at least no more of a distraction than she’s already proven to be.
I can’t give her the validation she needs, but I also can’t call it a mistake until I know the consequences.
“I didn’t say that,” I mutter. I lean down and press my lips to her neck, and God, she tastes good. I feel her tight nipples through her shirt like they’re trying to escape and rub along my chest, and she arches her back into me as she lets a frustrated grunt rip out of her.
“Fuck, you’re annoying,” she says.
“But you want me anyway.”
“Do I?”
“Tell me to stop and I will.” I thrust my hips against her, and my legs are positioned in a way that forces my cock right against her cunt.
She groans, and I do it again, harder this time.
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
I thrust again, and when she moans as her head rolls back and she reaches to grip onto the back of my biceps, I feel the pressure starting up at the base of my spine.
I could come just from thrusting against her like this.
Fuck.
Goddamn, I’m hot for her. Hotter than I realized. I haven’t been with a woman in far too long, and it’s been even longer since I’ve been with someone who managed to incite even an ounce of emotion in me.
And hatred is an emotion. A strong one.
She makes me feel. For the first time in a fucking decade, I’m feeling again. Off the field. It’s terrifying, but it’s exhilarating at the same time.
I think about kissing her again, but I realize how fucking dangerous putting my mouth on hers is.
This isn’t about feelings. It’s not about falling.
It’s about getting her out of my fucking head so we can move on like professionals.
It’s about acting on impulse and fulfilling a need that comes down to basic animalistic nature.
Because sex never complicated anything, right?
I’m making justifications as to why this is a good idea when I know it’s not, but I’m powerless to stop it myself. The one with the power here is her. If she said the word, it would immediately end. But she didn’t. She told me not to stop.
She takes the opportunity to wrap her legs around me, and I continue pumping against her, the frenzy starting to build inside me.
I can hate someone and be fully attracted to them. I can hate someone and fuck them until they can’t see straight. I can hate someone and still take pleasure from them.
I pull back enough to reach down for the bottom of her tank top, and I shove it up toward her neck.
I’m rough with her tits, those gorgeous tits I can’t seem to keep my eyes off of.
She arches again, this time to shove her tits closer to my face, and I bury my mouth between them for a few seconds before I move over and roughly grab one of them between my lips.
I suck hard, and she whimpers. I do it again.
I like the whimper. It goads me on. It tells me that she can feel it, too.
I bare my teeth, giving her nipple a little bite, and I grab her other tit into my hand, massaging it so I can feel the hard peak of her nipple against my palm.
“Oh, God, yes,” she groans.
I think about offering some line about how I’ll be her sex god, but it feels too unlike me in the moment. I keep quiet instead.
Her legs are still wrapped around me, and her nipple is still in my mouth as I let go of her other tit and allow my hand to move slowly down her torso down toward her hip.
I dig my fingers in there before I shift over enough to give myself some space.
I reach under those barely-there shorts, discover she’s not wearing panties, and slide my finger into her wet cunt.
She shrieks at the feel of my finger as I pump in and out of her. “Yes, Maverick! That feels so good. Give me another finger.”
I add a second finger at her command, and the shrieks grow louder. I almost find myself smiling against her tit still in my mouth.
What the fuck?
It’s her sounds. The way she’s writhing beneath me as I pleasure two different zones at once. I let go of her nipple and replace it with my hand as I grab and pull at her tit roughly, and I glance up at her face.
Her eyes are closed, and her bottom lip is clenched between her teeth.
Her neck is arched back as she gives into this pleasure between us, and I can’t help myself as my mouth moves back to hers.
I need to taste her mouth again. It’s a hot, sloppy, frantic kiss as our tongues batter and our teeth clash.
It’s quite possibly the hottest kiss of my life.
Who knew a hate fuck could be so goddamn hot?
Her fingertips move to my back, where they scratch the ever-living fuck out of my skin, but all it does is goad me on. I slow my pace where I’m finger fucking her, driving into her with slow, forceful strokes, a total contrast to the way our mouths continue their hasty, rushed kiss.
“Oh fuck!” she cries against my mouth, and her body tightens as she starts to come. Long, undulating waves fall over her as I feel her pussy contracting over and over again around my fingers. I kiss her through it, continuing those hard strokes into her, never letting up, never giving in.
I keep going when her body slows, when she lets out a soft giggle as her body shifts into the sensitive afterglow. Her hips sway with my fingers as if she doesn’t want me to stop.
I feel a scratch at my shoulder, and I glance over to see what it is. The condom packet. She must’ve picked it up, and now she’s scratching me with it to let me know it’s time for me to stick my cock in her.
I pull back, still fingering her, and her eyes are cloudy with a sly smile playing on her lips as she raises a brow at me. “Are you just going to keep fingering me forever?”
“You didn’t tell me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Then I won’t.”
It’s a battle of who gets the last word, and I shove my fingers in a little harder. She grunts and grits her teeth together.
“Fuck me,” she demands.
“If I do, I have to stop fingering you, and you just told me not to.”
She glares at me as she contemplates that for a few seconds, and then she shifts her arms so they’re wrapped around me. I hear the sound of the condom wrapper as she tears it open, and then her hands move down as she tries to get to my cock.
“Tell me what you want,” I mutter.
“I want you, Maverick,” she moans.
The words crack something open inside of me, something that’s been locked away for a long, long time. She wants me.
“Fuck,” I grunt, and my mouth covers hers again as I kiss her in that same hasty way where it feels like I’m trying to dominate every centimeter of her mouth at the same time.
She reaches between us for my cock, and I shove it into her palm. She moans when she feels my sheer size, and then she reaches into my shorts and pulls me out. I’m still kissing her, still fingering her, still listening to the sounds of her grunts and moans as she starts to stroke me.
“Fuckkkk,” I groan. Fuck. It feels good. It feels so goddamn good as this woman who blew into my life out of fucking nowhere tugs on my cock.
But it was a fuck she asked for, and it’s a fuck she’ll get.
I pull my hips back suddenly, and she loses her grip around me. I pull my mouth from hers, too, and her eyes fly open.
“No fair,” she whines. “You get to finger me, but I don’t get to give you a hand job?”
“Flip over and put your ass in the air for me,” I demand.
“You’ll have to take your fingers out of me first.” She’s sassy as fuck even when I’m fingering her. Yep, that’s pretty much Everleigh Bradley to a T.
I don’t want to. I want to keep my fingers right there a while longer. They’re doing things to her that are turning me on in ways I haven’t experienced in far too long, and it’s the anticipation that’s making me feel more than I was expecting to feel ever again.
But sex is on the table, and sex with her is the only thing in my field of vision at the moment. I drop my fingers out of her, and I yank the condom from between her fingers.
She’s quick as she gets into the position I just asked her for, and as much as I want to look into her eyes as I slide into her, this isn’t about making love.
It’s better this way, better where I don’t have to look at her face as I make her fall apart.
This is dangerous enough. I don’t need to add further emotions into the mix.
I peel her shorts off her body and toss them on the floor. Her ass remains perched in the air, waiting for me, her tank top still pushed up above her tits in the place where I left it.
I roll the condom on and reach around her to feel her tits, heavy in my hand. I let go, and I slap her ass. I’m not sure why I do it other than the fact that this started as a hate fuck, and I’m not ready to admit that something might be changing for me.
She grunts but doesn’t otherwise move, and I cup the skin I just slapped, taking my time and being deliberate and slow since what I’m about to do will be neither of those.
I press my fingertips at the top of her crack, and she shivers a little but doesn’t otherwise respond. I slide my finger down, giving her a little bit of pressure as I get to her asshole, and she doesn’t squirm. Has this woman been fucked in the ass before? Does she like it? Does she want it?
These feel like intimate questions I’m not privy to, yet I want the answers.
I don’t deserve them.
It doesn’t stop me from craving them anyway.
Again, I think about making some comment about how I’ll own her ass next, but it feels too intimate a promise to make when I’m not sure this will go beyond this one time.
I bypass her ass and slip my fingers down to her clit, and she moans as I start to rub her there.
“Oh, yes, Maverick. Yes,” she hisses, and fuck, my name coming out of her mouth is nearly my undoing.
It’s as she’s reveling in the feeling of me rubbing her clit gently that I get into position.
I move my fingers, grip my cock, and slide into her.
And it’s fucking glorious.
She lets out a low moan, sending a shot of need straight through me.
She’s tight and hot, slick and perfect as I start to move. I pump into her, setting a quick pace with deep strokes, and I watch as she starts to claw the sheets, her nipples rubbing over them as I plow into her, her entire body rippling with my force.
“Holy shit!” she screams, and again, it nearly forces a smile to my lips.
She grips more tightly to the sheets as I pick up the pace, filling my deep drives with all these unfamiliar emotions that seem to claw at me when she’s around, and there’s nothing sexier than watching what she’s doing while I make her come undone.
This woman who is so professional, so in control all the time, so poised and polished and disciplined, is falling apart beneath me, and it’s fucking hot as hell.
“Mm, Mav, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” she moans, her voice muffled with her face against the comforter.
I don’t want to stop, but the tight squeeze of her cunt paired with the soft begging puts me over the edge. I move faster, slam harder, grip more tightly onto her hips as I feel my body start to give way to bliss.
She cries a string of curses as I feel her pussy tighten further over me, and that’s when I lose all control.
My fingertips dig into those perfect hips of hers as I start to come.
A growl bellowing up out of my chest is the only sound I make as my body betrays me, white-hot jets of cum streaming out of me into the condom as her body drains every last drop I have to give.
I’m panting as I pull out of her, but this isn’t the time for collapsing and cuddling.
Instead, I move off the bed and head straight for the bathroom, where I get rid of the condom and clean off my cock.
I hunch over the sink for a moment, afraid to look myself in the eye after giving into the temptation that’s been there since before we ever formally met.
Wondering whether I made her forget about that guy who was standing outside her condo earlier this evening.
And when I return to my bedroom, she’s just finishing putting her shorts back into place. Her tank top is rolled back down over those luscious tits, and she looks freshly fucked, a soft glow all around her.
She presses her lips together a little awkwardly, and I wait for her next move.
She clears her throat, her eyes edging toward the doorway and away from me. “Well. Let’s not let that get in the way of the work we have to do, okay?”
I raise my brows and nod, and she turns to walk out of my bedroom.
I walk her to my front door under exactly zero illusions that this is going to end with any sort of goodnight kiss or sweet sentiment, and I open the door to usher her out and back to her place.
“Goodnight,” she says softly. Tenderly. Much more tenderly than I deserve since I’m not inviting her to stay, but it’s not like she asked, and it’s not like either one of us wants it.
“Goodnight.” I watch as she walks to her door, and just before she slips inside, I add, “Next time, I’m not letting you go without tasting your cunt.”
I close my door before I catch her reaction to my words, immediately regretting the admission that there might, in fact, be a next time.