Chapter Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Seven
When Maverick told me to meet him back at his place after practice tonight, I’d already made up my mind.
No more waiting.
It's been about two weeks since Mav showed up to the game wearing my jersey, and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. He’s everything I always thought he would be and more.
So much more…
Even with our busy schedules, we make it a point to see each other whenever possible.
We’ve slept in one another’s beds more times than not, and I’m loving waking up in his strong arms in the morning.
Our makeout sessions leave me panting and desperate for more, and I think he knows it.
I can picture his knowing smirk as he adjusts his erection.
That thought has butterflies swirling low in my belly. He said he wanted to go slow, and follow my lead… Well, I'm beyond ready, and at this point, I’m downright desperate.
I was so disconnected from my last relationship that the lack of intimacy never even bothered me, but with Maverick, I’m dying to give him that part of me.
I hear his footsteps coming up the stairs, so I lay across his bed. I’m wearing Mav’s athletic t-shirt, the one I’d purposefully taken home after the first night I stayed with him. I paired it with some booty shorts, with the only goal in mind to drive him crazy.
When he opens the door, I hear an audible intake of breath. Looking back over my shoulder, I see him, standing freshly showered, hot as sin.
My Mav, my man.
Our eyes meet, and Mav is sporting a shit-eating grin like the cat that got the canary.
“Hey, baby,” he says in a low, husky tone that has me wanting to clench my thighs.
My eyes rake over him as he stands there in my doorway. When they reach his eyes again, he’s still rocking that damn smirk of his. Excitement runs through me because I can tell by his gaze as it travels over my ass that he knows exactly what I want right now.
He settles onto the bed beside me, and his shorts ride up high on his chiseled thighs. A hint of ink peeks out the hem and before I realize what I’m doing, I’m sitting up and lifting the fabric.
I want to explore every inch of him.
My hand freezes when I see what Mav has tattooed across the top of his thigh. A spot that I’ve imagined my fingernails digging into more times than I should admit since the first time I touched him there.
Goosebumps spread across my body as it hits me what this is.
There, in my handwriting, is the word Beauty inked forever on his skin, along with a small red rose.
“When… When did you get this?” I question, still unable to take my eyes off the tattoo.
His hand comes to rest on top of mine. “The day after you wrote it,” he confesses. “I knew I didn’t have long until the ink faded, and I wanted to hold on—”
I don’t let him finish his confession. Instead, I crash my mouth to his, unable to wait another minute.
My hands push on his shoulders for him to lie back as I climb up his body. With a moan, his palms cup my ass and pull me closer.
Kissing along his jawline, I shudder when I feel his growing erection below me. Holding me tighter, Mav’s hand directs my chin to his mouth, and our tongues tangle. Desperately trying to get as close as possible.
Pulling back for a moment, I rip Mav’s shirt off my body. His hands immediately find my bare chest, fingers teasing my already pert nipples.
I want this man more than anything I’ve ever wanted before. Unable to control myself, I drag my core over his hardness and moan at the feeling of him underneath me.
“Fuck, baby, you keep teasing me like this, and there’s no way I’ll be able to hold back,” Mav confesses.
“I don’t want you to hold back. Please, don’t hold back. I want every part of you,” I say, nearly panting, then proceed to kiss him with all that I have.
His lips trail down my body, teasing each nipple with his tongue. I grind into him with every twirl of his tongue, writhing beneath him for more.
Maverick shifts us quickly, now on top of me as his lips drag down my stomach to the top of my booty shorts.
“These may be a new requirement for sleepovers at my place.” He tugs them over my hips, pressing a gentle kiss to my center. “Unless you prefer naked, of course. I’m all for naked too.”
“At this rate, you’re going to have to make me keep my clothes on in your presence.
” I smirk, watching him intently as he presses soft kisses between my thighs.
He gently nips, and I have a feeling this man knows exactly what he’s doing, which makes me feel the need to let him know this is new to me.
“You’ll never hear me complain about that,” he teases, pushing my thighs farther apart. Nerves trail up my spine in anticipation of what he’s about to do.
“Just so you know…I’ve never done this before.”
Mav lifts his head up his eyebrows pinching together. “Done what?
“No one’s ever gone down on me,” I whisper.
His confusion morphs into a smile. “Well, that’s a damn shame for them, but a win for me. Now relax and spread these legs… Let me see all of you.”
And when he licks me from the bottom of my slit to my clit, I have no doubt this is going to be my new favorite thing. The sensation, the wetness, the intimacy, everything about his mouth on me is intoxicating.
I lean up on my elbows, wanting to see him. His chiseled jaw works itself as he eats me. The intensity in his stare, locked on mine, as he licks me like his last meal, has the orgasm building from deep within.
My hands thread into the longer strands of hair on top of his head. “Fuck,” I moan as his tongue circles my clit. “Oh my god.” This is so much better than I’ve ever imagined.
The orgasm continues to build. With every stroke, every lick, every suck, every groan of appreciation from his lips, and when his eyes sear into mine as his tongue continues to press against my clit, I come harder than I ever have in my life, his name tearing from my chest.
I’m pretty sure I lose sight of all reality for a few minutes, and when I come back to, he’s still licking me softly. “The best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he groans in appreciation, and my core clenches again.
I reach for him, desperately wanting more.
“Fill me up, Maverick. I want all of you inside me. Now,” I beg, turned on more than I’ve ever been.
He shoves his shorts and boxers down, and the sight of his tattoo again has my pussy spasming with need. My eyes trail up to the apex of his thighs, and my breath catches. “Fucking hell, Maverick.”
Maybe I should’ve assumed he was big all over, but I wasn’t expecting him to be this huge.
“Are you going to be able to fit?” I ask genuinely.
Mav gives his ginormous cock a long stroke. “Yes, baby. You’re so wet for me, and we’ll take it nice and slow. Okay?”
I nod, trusting him completely.
He leans down, claiming my lips in another kiss that melts me into the mattress. I open for him, our tongues caressing, and his heavy cock grinds between my legs.
“Please, Mav, I don’t want to wait another second,” I say breathily between kisses.
Without hesitation, he lines himself up with my center, and I watch in awe, from his handsome face to his ripped stomach, as the thick head of his cock disappears inside of me.
I revel in the feel of him stretching me, welcoming it, wanting him to leave a permanent mark on me.
He takes his time, circling my clit with his thumb while he enters me slowly, inch by perfect inch.
By the time his strong thighs drive his cock deep inside of me, I’m already on the edge of another release. I moan as every sensation takes over my body, my hands grabbing onto his shoulders to hold him closer.
“Fuck, Little Moore, look at you stretching for me, swallowing every inch of my cock,” he says through a growly moan.
Mav leans down to kiss me again, but doesn’t stop thrusting, stroking something deep inside that has heat building from a place I’ve never felt before.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, wanted you for so long. I won’t last, baby.” He rolls his hips, pressing his forehead to mine. “Feels too good.” His words come out strangled.
He reaches between us, his thumb finding my slippery clit once more as he begins thrusting in and out of me, harder and faster than before. “Can you come for me?”
The heat building from within is ready to explode, so I pant and nod in return. My words are unintelligible as I realize I’m about to orgasm.
“Fuck, Shay. Fuuuck,” Maverick groans as my pussy spasms around him. Heat and pleasure light my body on fire as we come at the same time, gripping onto each other tight, our eyes never leaving one another’s.
When my thoughts are clear again, I burrow into him and kiss his chest. I had high hopes it would be amazing between us, but that… That just exceeded all my expectations by a million. And the relief of being able to orgasm washes over me. A relief I didn’t know I needed as badly as I do.
“I’ve never done that before either,” I whisper.
“What do you mean?” Even more confusion laces his words with this confession.
I shake my head. “Sorry, not what you’re thinking. But I’ve never come during sex before.”
“Wait…are you serious?” he asks, brushing my hair out of my face.
“Yeah, and I always thought it was just a me issue, but clearly…” I say, waving my hand at him.
He smirks and finishes for me. “It was a them problem. Definitely a them problem.”
I nod, releasing a sigh of delight. “Definitely, but that was… Wow. Can we do it again?”
Maverick lets out one of his deep laughs, and then snuggles into me.
Just when I think he isn’t going to respond, and I decide I’m not above asking again, he whispers, “We can do it all night long, Little Moore.”