Chapter 23
SADIE
He really didn’t have to tell me to stay here; I’m not sure I could move even if I wanted to.
My bones are like liquid, the only thing holding me up is the couch.
Never. Not ever. Not with a partner or with my toys have I had two powerful orgasms back-to-back like that. And Maverick’s promising more? Good grief, I may not survive.
But there’s no time to worry about that because he’s back, foil packet in hand. He cups the bulge in his underwear, squeezing it as he smirks at me, and maybe I’m possessed by some sex goddess because all I can think about is tearing away that fabric and pouncing on that cock.
“Keep staring at me like that and I might be tempted to let you do something about those wicked thoughts I’m guessing are running through your brilliant mind.”
I drag my gaze up to meet his. “You had a taste of me, I want one of you.”
Maverick barks out a laugh before gripping my throat in that gently possessive way he did at the event earlier this evening.
God, was that really only a couple of hours ago?
It feels like so much has happened. “I had more than a taste, Specs. And you’ll get one.
But first, I promised you would come on my cock. ”
Oh my God, the dirty words coming out of his mouth have me biting back a whine. A whine!
He places the condom packet on the back of the couch next to me and never drops his stare as he pushes down his underwear.
But I can’t contain my gasp when his cock is free.
It’s long, and thick, and curved just a bit at the tip.
I reach my hand out, wrapping it around his length, and Maverick groans as he shifts closer, stepping out of his boxers.
“Fucking hell.”
His voice is tight, as if he’s barely holding back.
And I want that. I want him on the edge just as much as I am, desperate for more.
I experiment with sliding my hand up and down, twisting my wrist slightly.
He’s hot and hard, and when he presses his chest into mine, tipping my chin up for a kiss, trapping my hand and his dick between us, I swear, I can feel it throb.
Maverick manages to tear himself away, taking a step back, making me drop him.
“Turn around,” he growls and I find myself moving, leaning over the back of the couch, pushing my ass out toward him.
Gone are any thoughts of self-consciousness, any hesitations about my curves or whether he wants me. There’s no question of that anymore.
“Fuck. Look at you, babe. Fucking hottest woman in the goddamn world, all of this for me.” His tone is almost reverent as he drags his hand down my spine, making me arch into his touch.
His other hand joins the first when he reaches my ass, those strong fingers kneading into my flesh, gripping it tightly.
I sense him bending over me, and his lips follow the line of his fingers, kissing his way down my back.
“Are you ready, Specs?” he asks when he reaches the base of my spine.
“Mm-hmm.” I nod against the couch, my eyes closed. And I am. Oh God, am I ever ready for him.
The telltale crinkle of the condom wrapper opening is followed shortly after by his hand pressing on my upper back. “Arch for me. Give me that pussy.”
I tip my hips up, and his fingers dip down between my legs, spreading my arousal. “Good girl. So fucking ready for me.”
His fingers are replaced by the blunt head of his cock as he swipes it back and forth against my folds. But I need more.
“Maverick, please.” I open my eyes and twist my head to look at him. “Please.”
“I’ve got you, Specs.”
His cock sliding into me stretches me in ways I’ve never experienced before, delicious pain mixing with pleasure. He rocks back and forth a few times and my body eagerly follows, desperate to take all of him.
“More,” I gasp, reaching back, trying to feel him. I don’t get his body, I get his hand as he leans forward to place our linked hands on the couch beside my head, and with one more thrust of his hips, he’s in. “Oh God, yes,” I sigh as his lips kiss my shoulder.
“You feel like heaven,” he whispers. “Better than heaven.”
Slowly, he starts to move, our moans and sighs mingling together as he slides in and out, reaching deeper into me.
The softness only lasts a few moments before he lets go of my hand and wraps his arm around me, drawing me up and against his chest. He grips the front of my throat again, and I turn my head, helpless in his hold as he plunges in and out of me, sending me careening toward an orgasm that I know will shatter me.
But he’ll hold me together.
“Mine.”
I don’t have time to think about what he means before his fingers find my clit, rolling over it, teasing it, until I’m screaming out his name, my body giving in to the extreme pleasure he promised me.
And just as I expected, as my orgasm rolls through me, leaving me weak and so thoroughly satisfied, Maverick holds me up, never letting me go until I feel him stutter and shoot off inside of me as he shouts out his release.
We stay there, draped over his couch, both of us panting and exhausted for several minutes before he slowly withdraws. I feel the loss of him, leaving me empty and drained. But he kisses my back and once again he whispers, softly this time, “Wait here.”
He’s back quickly, and his hands trail all over my body before lifting me up from the couch and turning me in his arms. Warm blue eyes search my face, and I know he’s seeing my dopey smile when his lips curve up in response. He kisses my forehead before gathering me in against his chest.
“That was spectacular.”
I can feel the rumble of his voice with my head pressed against him the way it is. And my arms squeeze him tighter in response.
“Can I take you to bed and make you scream my name again?”
My entire body shudders, and he just chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
But when he goes to scoop me up, I find my voice. “No, don’t. You have to protect your shoulder.”
The smirk he gives me, combined with the raised eyebrow, shouldn’t be nearly as sexy as it is. Then again, maybe it’s his hand squeezing my ass that’s turning me on.
“Specs. We’re gonna pretend you aren’t insulting my strength right now. If I want to carry you to bed and fuck you until my name and my cock are the only two things you remember in the morning, then I’m goddamn well gonna do that.”
My mouth falls open as I feel him hardening between us. “O-okay,” I stutter, then shriek as he bends down again and picks me up as if I way nothing, tossing me over his shoulder. “Oh my God, Maverick!”
His hand lands on my ass in a light smack, and I feel his rumble of laughter. “That’s right, Specs. That’s what you’re gonna be saying all night long.”
I tumble down onto the bed, bouncing in a way that probably isn’t very flattering. But the hungry look in his eyes says otherwise.
I can’t look away, I don’t want to, as he climbs on the bed and crawls over my body, kissing his way up my stomach, pausing at my breasts to tease the already sensitized flesh, before continuing upward.
His lips capture mine in a kiss I could lose myself in.
This entire evening has been like a fantasy, a dream come true.
When he lifts his head and looks at me, the smoldering heat that’s lit his eyes on fire all night has been replaced with something I can only describe as total awe.
As if he, too, can’t quite believe this is happening.
“You’re gorgeous. And tonight, you’re mine.”