Chapter 30
SADIE
Maverick’s gaze devours me as I settle my hands back down on his bare chest.
“You gonna tell me what that dream was about, Specs?” he growls, lifting his large hands up to cup my breasts. “Or can I try and guess.”
I swivel my hips, letting the impressive bulge under his boxers hit me in all the right places. “You can try and guess, or I could show you.”
His eyebrows lift as a wicked grin covers his handsome face. “Okay, show me.” He moves his hands, folding them behind his head, looking every inch the arrogant asshole so many assume he is.
Only I know different. I know that beneath his tough exterior lies a good man with a protective instinct for everyone he cares about, and a heart that deserves to be loved.
He just needs to believe that about himself.
Leaning down, I kiss along his scruff-covered jawline, avoiding his lips even as he growls at me.
I make my way down his neck, bringing my hands into the mix, running featherlight touches all over his body.
Tonight is about him, not me. I want to tease him, torment him, and bring him to the point where he lets go and trusts me to take care of him the way he always does for me.
My lips land on his chest, pressing lightly over the area where his fracture was. My hands start to knead his upper arms, feeling the ridges of muscle, of pure power. When he starts to bring his arms out from under his head, I stop and shake my head.
“Keep them there.”
He grunts but does as I say. Resuming my path, my hands draw down the underside of his arms, along his upper ribs. I kiss my way down to his nipples, letting my tongue circle the flat disks, listening to his sounds of pleasure.
“I need to touch you.” His voice is gravelly, and I can’t deny the pleasure I feel, knowing my plan is working.
“You can touch, but you can’t stop me. I’m in charge right now,” I say primly, lifting my head to meet his gaze. “Understood?”
The look of pure desire he shoots at me makes me want to shiver and melt into him, but I won’t be distracted from my mission.
“You’re in charge.” His hands land on my upper thighs, squeezing tightly.
The thrill of victory runs through me. I know just how much trust he’s giving me, even by saying those words. Shifting back slightly, my hands come to the top of his boxers.
“These need to go.” I move off his lap, and Maverick wordlessly pushes them down, then kicks them off with his feet.
But as I move to return to my position straddling him, he stops me. “So do yours.”
Even though I was already planning on getting naked very soon, I arch my brow at him. “Have you already forgotten who’s in charge?”
He surges upward, his hand cupping my throat, catching me by surprise and forcing me to stare at him. “Baby, you can be in charge all you want. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna lie here and do nothing.” His lips steal my breath with a punishing kiss that leaves me whimpering when he pulls back.
With a smirk, he lies back down. “Get naked, Specs.”
Fine. I’ll let him have this one. I hurry to strip off my pajama shorts, my sex already feeling hot and needy. When I swing my leg over his hips again, his hands shoot out, cupping my head, tangling in my hair, and tugging me down for another kiss.
“Your lips are addictive,” he rumbles against me, and I moan in response. He’s trying to take control again. However, I’m determined not to let that happen.
Not yet, at least.
Pulling free, I wiggle my way down his body, once again trailing kisses over his hot skin. This time, he doesn’t stop me. I reach his cock lying heavy and long against his thigh.
Wrapping my hand around the base, I squeeze experimentally, watching his face.
His eyes droop closed, his mouth falling open slightly.
I squeeze tighter, and his hand clenches the sheet at his side.
My tongue darts out to lick a stripe up the underside and his eyes fly open, his other hand coming down to push my hair back from my face.
“Fucking addictive,” he murmurs, echoing his earlier words.
I suck him into my mouth, running my tongue along his crown before slowly sliding down, taking as much as I can without choking.
When I pull back, releasing him with a pop, I glance up to see that look of pure wonder on his face.
The expression that tells me he can’t quite believe this is happening. It’s a look I both love and hate.
I love that he feels this way with me. That I make him feel so good, he can’t believe it’s real. And I hate that he doesn’t simply believe it is, and that he deserves whatever I give him and so much more.
I take him in again, letting some saliva drip down to lubricate the rest of him so I can use my hand as well.
Squeezing, twisting, licking, and sucking.
My eyes flutter closed. His fingers are in my hair, holding it back.
He keeps muttering dirty, sweet words to me, driving me on, making me hotter and wetter, and all the more determined to have him fall apart.
“Shit, Sadie.” He starts to lift his upper body, curling up. “Baby. I’m gonna come.”
I smile around his cock and keep going, pushing him as far into my mouth as I can, swallowing and pulling back before doing it all over again.
I can feel him swell in my mouth and feel his hands tighten their grip in my hair, and then he’s cursing and shouting my name.
I swallow everything down that I can. Licking him clean like a freaking lollipop.
Never in my life have I enjoyed giving a man a blow job. Until this very moment. I feel like a goddess as I rise, taking in Maverick’s chest heaving with every breath, and the look of absolute ecstasy on his face.
I did that. Me. Sadie LeDuc, whose ex said she was boring.
Straddling his upper legs, I keep my hands still, resting on his lower abdomen. When he opens his eyes to look at me, the fire burning inside of me turns into an inferno at his expression. I shriek when he grabs my hips and pulls, making me fall forward.
He kisses me, then slaps my ass with one hand. “Give me that fucking pussy.”
Digging his fingers in, he pulls again, and I shuffle forward, lifting my hands up to brace on the headboard.
The first time he wanted to do this, I thought he was insane, and I tried to refuse.
Dirk never wanted to go down on me, and this position?
Yeah, right. But Maverick insisted, and the way he devoured me led to one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
I can feel his fingertips digging into my flesh, that possessive hold making my pulse speed up.
A light tap on my ass has me looking down to see Maverick’s face between my legs.
“Just so we’re clear. I’m in charge now.”
That’s all he says before latching his mouth around my clit and sucking hard.
I shriek out his name, the wave of sensation from that one action hitting me everywhere.
He releases me, only to drag his tongue up and down my sex, lapping at me before giving my clit a few flicks, every single one sending sparks through me.
My grip tightens on the headboard as I start to rock back and forth, chasing my orgasm that’s building and building.
Maverick rumbles out a sound, the vibrations making my thighs clench around his head.
“Oh my God,” I moan, my head dropping forward as I grind down onto him.
Somehow, he manages to get a hand in between my legs and slides two fingers inside me.
At first, he simply glides them in and out as he kisses and licks.
But my needy whimpers betray me, and with a low chuckle, he finally gives me what I desperately want.
His fingers curl in again and press against my G-spot. At the same second, he flicks my clit with his tongue so rapidly it almost rivals my favourite vibrator. And that’s all it takes.
When I eventually manage to shimmy my way down his body, feeling boneless and happy, but still wanting more, he kisses me. And the taste of me on his lips only drives that insatiable need higher.
Maverick shifts us so we’re on our sides, facing each other. I let him lift my leg to drape it over his, opening me to him. We stay like that, making out, for several long, luxurious minutes, hands and mouths tracing pleasure all over each other.
Then he rolls us over so he’s hovering over me, his lips never leaving mine as he reaches out blindly, pawing at the bedside table until something falls to the floor and we break apart.
He grabs the condoms he was searching for and drops them on the bed beside us, then moves back in to kiss me again, but I stop him with a giggle and my hand on his chest. “Wait! What fell off the table?”
He shifts over and glances down, then shakes his head. “My phone. Don’t care. Want you.”
We both fumble for one of the condoms, but he gets it open and rolled down his cock. Then he lowers onto his elbows and kisses me sweetly. I lift my legs up, wrapping them around his back, reaching between us, and notching him to my entrance.
He pushes in slowly, never letting up on our kiss until he’s all the way seated inside me. Only then does he break away, letting our foreheads touch instead.
“Heaven,” he murmurs. And that one word says so much more.
Our hips start to rock. Slowly at first. As if we have all the time in the world and nothing else to do but be here together.
Then something else takes over. Some deep-seated need. A primal desire. And when he grabs my hip, holding it tightly as he starts to rock faster and harder, I moan out my encouragement.
“Yes, oh God, yes. More. Maverick. More.”
He dips down and captures my breast in his mouth, grazing over my nipple before releasing it and doing the same to the other side.
I grip his hair, tangling my fingers through the curls, holding him to me as I writhe underneath his unrelenting thrusts. Until he rears back, forcing my hands to drop as he comes up over me, never stopping the push-pull of his hips. He grabs my legs and lifts them up to his shoulders.
“Fuck, Specs. Look at you. Look at your perfect fucking pussy taking me like this. Like you were made for my dick.” His growly dirty talk makes my back arch up off the bed.
One large hand covers my breast again, squeezing almost painfully but stopping just this side of pleasure.
Then he drags his hand down over the slope of my stomach to play with my clit, palming it, pinching it, then flicking it with his thumb until the combined sensations overwhelm me and I come undone, crying out his name.
His own orgasm follows right after, his ragged shouts echoing the thrusts of his cock driving into me. He collapses down on me, his lips kissing whatever skin he lands on. His heavy weight is welcome and I run my hands up and down his back, loving the feel of his surrender.
He rolls off after a minute, going to the bathroom to deal with the condom. Climbing back into the bed, he moves in beside me, rolling me onto my side before wrapping his large body around mine and kissing the top of my head once it’s pillowed on his arm.
“You’re changing me, Specs. In a really good way.” His soft statement fills me with indescribable feelings of happiness. And cocooned in his embrace, everything feels right. I’m exactly where I want to be.
My last thought as I drift off to sleep, safe and satisfied and deliriously happy in his arms, is a simple one. Yet it holds the power to change everything.
I’m in love with Maverick King.