Page 33 of Crazy Good
“Dancing for my boyfriend,” I reply innocently, grinding down a little further on his lap and pushing my tits into his face. “What are you doing to me?” I ask.
“Whatever the fuck I want,” he growls, pulling my hips and my exposed sex down onto his lap. I feel his dick through his underwear and it does crazy things to my head. The classic rock song finishes. Lacey black nighty is gone the next second.
He kisses me furiously, like he’s going to starve without me. He’s crazed. And I know why. This is it. He’s finally going to make love to me. He can’t hold back anymore. His mouth finds my nipple the same time he pulls my hips against him, against his cock. Creating the perfect friction his tongue flicks one nipple and then the other, before closing his mouth fully around one. Throwing my head back, a long moan escapes. He makes me feel so good. Tingling pressure spreads inside and outside of every cell in my body.
“Do whatever you want, Mav…whatever you want,” I cry. His tongue is on my neck, my ear, my jaw, and then finally back in my mouth, twisting with mine. I thread my hands around his thick neck and press my body against his. He lays down and I’m on top of him.
“What do you want?” he asks, but it’s more of a freaking growl. I’ve never seen him this turned on. His huge hands are like vice grips on my hips. I couldn’t get away if I wanted to. He twitches underneath me every few seconds, reminding me he’s there. I think I want to suck him right now. That’s what I want. I catch my bottom lip between my teeth and give him a knowing smile. I kiss down his chest, over his heart and down his abs. He stops me. “No, Windsor. What do you really want?”
“I want to suck your cock, if you’ll let me,” I say, confused. Isn’t it obvious I’m going downtown?
“Just say it,” he says. A light switch is thrown. I know what he’s asking. He wants me to beg. He wants me to tell him I want him to make love to me. I can’t be the voice for both of us.
I exhale, placing a wet kiss on his hard, lower stomach. “What do you want me to say, Mav? Do you want me to beg? Is that what you need?” The stupid questions sound pathetic coming out of my mouth. “I saw the condoms,” I admit, averting my gaze and tucking my hair behind my ear.
Maverick releases me and brings his hands up to tangle in his hair. He runs his palms down the front of his face, and heaves a huge sigh. He looks tortured and I don’t want to see him like this. Not now. Not ever. So I give him the reprieve of not having to answer me. I yank down his underwear and stick his dick in my mouth. He hisses out a breath.
“Not like this. Come here,” he orders. He grabs me by my waist and twists me so my knees are on each side of his head. Roughly, he parts my legs with one hand and pulls me down to sit on his face with the other. I cry out once, as the sensations assault my body all at once. Several long seconds pass as he licks and sucks, and thrusts his tongue before I remember I’m supposed to be doing something too. Not that he cares. Maverick is ravenous as he goes down on me. The biggest turn on is how much he enjoys it.
Leaning over, I put him in my mouth and try my best to focus, but every few seconds my eyes go a little blurry with complete lust haze. I lick around the tip and try to keep the same tempo as Maverick. He pushes his tongue into my sex; I swallow his cock as deep as I can. I close my eyes and try to picture us having sex. Spit is everywhere and his mouth is making me so wet that I’m sure he’s covered in me. I almost want to pull away and just sink myself onto his dick, just to feel it inside me as I come. Maverick’s fingers find my sex and work overtime to bring me over the edge. Slamming my eyes shut, I have to stop sucking; I’m about to come. I’m on the brink, and I know it’s going to be strong, because it always is with him.
He flips me so I’m laying on my back, his head still between my thighs. I throw my arms over my head and scrunch the comforter in my hands for something to hold on to. My thighs tingle.
Then he stops all together. I was right there, and he stops. I groan and force myself to peek at him. “Ugh. Who’s the depraved one? Please don’t stop,” I beg. I could just touch my clit and go off like a firecracker at this point. “Don’t stop, Mav. Go…go. Come on,” I say, raising my hips, like he can see how badly I need to come. His face is grim, determined, so fucking turned on that I might just come from looking at him.
“Beg for itnow,” he commands. There it is again—an order because he can’t pull the damn trigger himself. God, how I want him to bury himself inside me and never leave. He wouldn’t even get all the way in before I’d start clenching around him, I know it. This is the point in our normal sexcapades that I beg him to make love to me. Every time without fail. This time is different because he’ll actually do it. I’m so horny I can’t even think straight. He’s giving all this power to me, when I’m feeling like the weakest person in the universe, only craving release.
I speak without thinking. Because I’m not. Not really. “Fuck me, Mav. Fuck me like I’m one of your bimbos. Make me come,” I plead. I can’t even believe the words that came out of my mouth. “Is that what you want to hear, baby?” The silence that fills the room is beyond deafening; it’s murderous. He punches the bed next to my thigh. The slam reverberates in my chest.
“Fuck, Win!” Obviously not what he wanted to hear. Damn. I sit up. His huge body looks even more enormous in my tiny bed, scrunched at the bottom. “You couldn’t just say what you say every other time…could you?”
I’m horny and angry. “You couldn’t just take matters into your own hands? You know I want you. You know I’m not going to leave you no matter what. I’ve promised you!” I yell, not even worried about waking up my drunkard mother. She’s slept through a hurricane before. I make up my mind about something. “When we have sex—if we ever get to that—I wantyoubeggingme.” I stab my finger into his chest and leave it there. Touching him isn’t a good idea. Now I want to throw myself into his arms. He merely smiles at my anger, his fading at the same time. I huff.
“I’m sorry about what I said about your bimbos,” I mutter. “I was just so close and you stopped,” I admit ruefully.
“You were so close and yet you couldn’t just say ‘make love to me?’” Maverick replies. The tone of his voice crushes me. It’s disappointment. I really messed this one up. But he is the one enacting cruel and unusual torture, bringing me on the brink of a mind-numbing orgasm and then requesting me to speak certain words.
I hide my face in my hands. “You have me like a ticking time bomb. There aren’t niceties anymore. Maybe after you work me over a few hundred times I’ll be down to make love. You do this to me,” I explain, groaning an embarrassed sigh. My sex drive slams into park. He pulls my hands down.
He’s right in my face. No hiding from him. “I made a decision. If you beg me one more God damn time to make love to you, I will. That’s why I bought the condoms. Because I want to make you happy. I’m willing to give up on going slow if it’s what you want, Windsor. At this point we’re just denying the inevitable anyway. I’m a fucking firework and you’re the fuse,” he says. “Denying you has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I’m a selfish prick. I’m no good.”
There are a couple things I picked up on, the first being telling me no sex was the hardest thing he’s ever done. He’s a freaking Navy SEAL for fuck’s sake. So that speaks volumes. So does denying the inevitable. It gives me pause. I just stare at him, willing the answer to come to me. Do I just tell him to have sex with me or do I respect what he obviously wants and hold off?
“I’m only trying to protect you,” Maverick whispers.
“I don’t want protecting, Mav,” I say, laying my palm on his chest. “I want you here.” I bring up my other hand to muss his brown hair. Then I tap him lightly on the side of his head. “I want you here, too,” I admit. I straddle his lap and feel his large, hot member nestled by my sex. Even though his boxer briefs are on, it’s the closest we’ve been to sex. “Those are the important things you should know. Everything else can wait.”
Maverick stares at me, trying to figure out exactly what I mean, even though I’ve made myself perfectly clear. He’s such a man. Both dimples and the smile that crinkles his eyes and dampens my nether regions blazes on his face.
“You sure everything else can wait?” he asks, his tone low, sarcastic. I realize I’m rubbing myself against cock, my wetness creating the perfect friction against my most sensitive spot. “I won’t do that again. I won’t deny you. I’m sorry,” he growls slipping two fingers into me, realizing just how worked up he had me.
Finding the rhythm that will take me over the edge doesn’t take long. I have his hard body underneath me, his tattoos wrapping his huge muscles like a freaking gift. His fuck me eyes and tousled hair are the icing on the Maverick cake. Everything inside the man is what makes me the most turned on. I slide up and down on his fingers like they’re his dick. I can almost pretend I’m having sex with him just by watching the look of lust and awe in his gaze. He breathes out deeply every few seconds, and his neck muscles look strained. This man is hungry.
“Come for me, Win. Come for me,” he says while watching my tits bouncing up and down. His other hand finds my clit and his thumb circles furiously. His words alone cause me to grip around his fingers and release like a wild animal, rocking up and down in time with my clenching sex. His fingers. Oh. My God.
I slump over on him. My nipples feel sensitive and hard as they brush his bare chest. I love everything about the moments after, with Maverick. I want to remember every bliss-filled second. I hear him sucking, so I look up.
“What’s that taste like?” I ask, as he licks a finger he just fucked me with. He offers his forefinger to me and I suck the salty, tangy taste off. His eyes close and his nostrils flare. He pushes his hips up, forcing his hard-on exactly where we both want it. “Mmmmm,” I hum around his large finger.
