Maverick was the kind of guy who was pretty to look at but easy to hate. Now that I’ve seen him for who he really is, my defenses have been weakened and I’m free-falling into the danger zone.
His lips quirk up into a smile before he slides his hands from around my waist down to my ass and gives both cheeks a good squeeze.
“So does that mean that this is mine?” His voice is low and provocative. I nod at his question and his smirk deepens.
“And these?” He nuzzles my breast with his face and my bra shifts, exposing my nipples that are already very close to his mouth.
When I nod, I feel the coolness of his tongue and the smoothness of his teeth grazing against me.
“And this?” His eyes flicker as his fingers roam the seat of my panties, caressing my source of heat and unbelievable moisture.
“Maverick,” I gasp as his finger slip past my panty line and enters me. My muscles tighten around him and clench even harder when his other hand grips me harder, crushing my body to his.
Slowly, with one finger nestled between my thighs, he starts walking us out of the pool. The splash of the water, the added vibration of his step, the firmness with which he strokes me, they’re all pushing me closer and closer to an unexpected climax.
Maverick lifts me out of the water and plants me at the edge of the pool, pushing my legs aside so that I’m bare and open before him.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he marvels, his breath so close to my center that the warmth threatens to ignite yet another fire at my core.
I bite down, grinding my teeth to stop the moans that threaten to disarm me even further. “So fucking wet,” Maverick whispers again. This time, I can feel him against me. The softness of his lips. The moisture of his tongue. The greediness of his fingers as they try to rip me into threads of orgasmic pleasure. I close my eyes tight, as though trying to block this moment out. My body wants everything Maverick is doing to it. But what about me? Do I want this?
As though sensing my hesitation, Maverick extracts his fingers from my center and stops the working of his tongue around my clit. There’s a burning forest in his eyes when he catches my gaze.
“I can’t do this,” he says and everything in me sinks. They say you only know what you really want when it’s no longer yours to have. Right now, I know just how true that really is. “Not right here.”
I’m barely on my feet when Maverick sweeps me into his arms like I weigh as much as a feather and nothing more. His steps are made with purpose, his strides long, those of a man on a mission and still, it feels like an eternity before we’re in his room.
When the contact breaks and he tosses me onto his bed, I sit up to stare at him with a kind of hunger I haven’t ever experienced.
He sheds his boxers and my eyes drop down to his enormous cock, throbbing with not just any greed, but a greed for me.
I bite my bottom lip before kneeling up to meet him. Maybe it’s a stupid move. But it’s one that seems to come automatic. I don’t just want to taste him. I need to taste him. I smooth a hand over his shaft, holding him firm as I part my lips and lick at the precum glistening on his tip.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks through gritted teeth. It’s a selfish question. Maverick isn’t exactly asking if I’m okay with taking our not-quite-relationship to the next level. What he’s asking is if I really want to deny him of the opportunity to sink himself balls deep inside of me, right now.
“Yes,” I nod, shedding the dangling bra, revealing my heaving breasts to him. His eyes darken.
Reaching his hands behind my head, he tilts my head up to meet him. His lips are soft and moist as he slowly brushes them against mine. Our lips only touch for a brief moment before I’m back at his center, licking at his cock, sucking him gently and then hard, fast, slow, harder, faster. Hungry for him. Ravenous for the grunts. Aroused by the tightness with which he fists my hair in his hands.
Somewhere not too far away, the old me is pouting in a corner of my mind, disappointed that I fell for the player just like everybody else. Luckily, I can’t hear her mumblings over the screaming hormones rushing through me, getting me ready to ride Maverick into oblivion.
He gives my hair one final tug, pulling me up to meet him face to face. My hands, however, stay at his center, urging his breaths to hitch just that much more as I stroke him. When I squeeze down on the head of his cock he hisses and slowly starts thrusting into my hand, his veiny shaft throbbing madly between my fingers.
Maverick pushes me down on the bed and I fall with my knees bent, giddy from the scent of him still dominating my nostrils. Reaching down to my waistband, he yanks off my panties in one sweeping motion and I feel the cool air in the room rush up to kiss my center, only to be replaced with the warmth of Maverick’s lips.
“How much do you want me, Beth?”
“So much,” I whisper, giving him permission to do with me as he pleases.
He moans at my words before spreading my legs. Thrusting into me, without restraint, Maverick rips through my innocence, proving to me just how naïve virgins really are. My fingers find his back, my nails dig into his skin, my teeth sink into his hard shoulders, dulling the screams that tremble against my vocal cords.
“Slower,” I beg, and Maverick doesn’t hesitate to follow my lead. In the beads of sweat that prickle his forehead and the hard clench of his jaw, I can tell that it’s taking everything in him to hold back.
His hands travel up my torso, toying with my nipples, twirling them between stiff fingers. He teases me like that for a while, slowly in, slowly out, and I feel my back arch off the bed, my pussy finally confident enough to meet his thrusts.
A fire lights in Maverick’s eyes at me matching his rhythm and he leans in closer, locking my ear between his teeth.
“I’ll apologize later,” he whispers and then, shatters me in the most painfully arousing way possible.
His full length fills me completely and he’s thrusting in and out, slapping our bodies together as he rushes us to a finish line coated in ecstasy. Two fingers now on my clit, he forces the last hints of pain to vanish even deeper into the background.
“Oh my god,” I pant, my hands turning into fists. I grab the sheet and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me because I’m stupid and I’m greedy and I want him and I need this.
“Oh baby,” Maverick grunts, picking up speed and building a rhythm that is truly ours.
He leans down until his chest is against mine and kisses me again before moving down to my breasts to capture one tight nipple in his mouth.
When his teeth graze its tenderness, there’s no stopping the long moan that rushes from my lips. I’m on a cloud far above the famous number nine, climbing into the highest form of bliss known to man.
“That’s it. Oh my God. Yes. Fuck.” Somehow, in the midst of my all-encompassing orgasm, I find the strength to thrust my hips wildly against his. Maverick stills. His hold on me tightens. And joining me, he grunts as the warmth of his seed coats my insides.
My eyes fall closed as I try to stay on this planet and not have my soul hitch a ride to Satan’s kingdom. Because honestly, nothing feels this good without being horribly bad for you.
36
After two orgasm, Bethany lays completely spent and naked beside me, her arms and legs limply draped across my body.