Page 7 of The Stunt
My whole body is trembling as I squeak out my affirmation. I lean forward, resting my forehead against his as I try to calm myself. My hormones are telling me to grind down on him, but I’m not sure if he wants that. He must notice my internal battle, because he pushes me back just enough to look at me straight on.
“Bella, we don’t have to do any of this if you’re not comfortable. We can just keep kissing until you’re sick of it.” He smiles.Please.Like I couldeverget sick of kissing him. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this stuff with me. It’s not part of the deal.”
“I want to,” I rush out. I’m almost embarrassed at how desperate I sound. But when I look at him, I see the same thing. He wants whatever I’ll give him. I’m having a hard time with the fact that I’m painfully inexperienced. “But I don’t really knowwhat to do.” My heart is beating so hard and fast, but I wasn’t lying. I do want to continue fooling around with him. Even if it is just to practice for when we’re in public. The more comfortable we are together, the less awkward we’ll look in front of cameras.
“Are you a virgin?” he asks. He doesn’t say it condescendingly. It wouldn’t be far-fetched to assume that I was, considering I did tell him I’ve only kissed one person earlier tonight.
“No,” I reply, shaking my head. “The dancer that I kissed. I asked him to take my virginity a couple years ago. He did, but we never did it again. We’re such good friends, and it was just weird. I’m not sure it’s supposed to feel like that.” There. It’s all on the table.
His grip on my thighs tightens. “Did he hurt you?” he says, trying to remain calm. I can see the vein in his forehead beginning to pop out.Is he jealous?
I shake my head. “No. Well, I mean, it hurt at first. But then, it was just…nothing.” I honestly can’t think of a better description. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good. It was justnothing.“It wasn’t how the books I read make it out to be.” I shrug.
“Did he make you come?” He catches me off guard and I gasp. I’m not used to talking about this stuff with anyone. Do I have toys that I use to get myself off when I’m on the road? Absolutely. But I definitely don’t discuss it with anyone. Let alone a hot football player while I’m straddling his lap. I want to curl up in a ball right here. I’ll never recover from this embarrassment. But what’s that saying?Go big or go home,right?
“No, he didn’t,” I say quietly.
A look of mischief takes over his expression. It’s equal parts panty-melting and terrifying. “Have you ever made yourself come, Bella?”
Actually, I’m about to right now. Standby.
“Y-yes.”
Heat clouds his expression. I’m practically dying of embarrassment and horniness while sitting here. I don’t know if I should climb off of him or not. But he makes the decision for me as he starts moving me back and forth along his lap. “I want to make you come. Is that okay?” he asks.
Oh my God. Is this really happening? I’ve gone the last twenty-four years of my life never being in a position like the one I am now, but I’ve known Maverick for like, a few hours and I’m already about to beg him for whatever he’ll give me.
You know what? Fuck it. I never do anything for myself.
I nod my head, giving him the green light, but that’s not good enough.
“I’m going to need your words, Bella. Tell me what you want.”
And therein lies my struggle. I’m a people pleaser. When someone asks me to do something, I do it. I have no problem taking direction, but giving it is a whole different story. I always feel like a burden. Like I’m inconveniencing people by asking them to do things for me. So, I generally just end up doing whatever it is by myself. Why do I feel like Maverick can read me so well when the people who have known me all my life look at those same attributes as me being ‘strong and independent’?
I take a deep breath. This thing between us isn’t real, so I shouldn’t worry about disappointing him. I should just tell him what I want.
“Say it and it’s yours,” he says, leaning in but never touching his lips to mine. We just sit there breathing each other in for a moment before I finally give in.
“I want you to make me come, Maverick.” I whisper it so quietly; I don’t know if he even hears me at first. But then, he slowly brings his lips to mine while he begins rocking my body back and forth over his hardening erection. It takes me amoment to surrender to the pace he’s set, but when his length rubs perfectly against my clit, I relax completely and let him take control. I moan into his mouth as I feel the coil of warmth start to tighten in my stomach. My arms are wound around his neck as if I’m hanging onto him for dear life. Which, I certainly feel like I am.
He breaks the kiss and looks down to where I’m riding his lap. “Look at you. You’re doing so good asking for what you want. Are you going to come for me, Songbird?”
Songbird.That nickname does things to me. I feel myself ruining my panties, and maybe even my pants, as I get wetter and wetter for him. I feel like a rubber band that’s being pulled to its limit. I’ll snap at any moment. I can’t form words, so I just nod my head frantically as my release barrels toward me. When he leans in and sucks the sensitive skin below my ear, I go off like a rocket.
“Mav—,” I choke out. “I’m coming.”
“Yeah, you are. You’re such a good girl. I want all of it. Soak my lap, sweetheart.”
I had no idea dirty talk was a kink of mine, but I guess I never had the chance to find out what I liked. His mouth is going to be the death of me. And what a way to go.
I ride out my orgasm as Maverick stills below me, holding my hips in place as his jerk up into me. He lets out a low growl and,oh my God, is he coming?I look down to see that his lap is, in fact, soaked. I’m not sure if it’s from me, him, or a mixture of both of us, but I love the way it looks.
I’m still shaking as he cups my cheek in his palm and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “You’re fucking incredible, Bella,” he breathes. We both just sit there, my head on his shoulder, completely satiated for several minutes. Finally, I sit up and slowly move off of him, doing my best to right my clothes. Butthe uncomfortable wet spot on my pants is not nearly as hot as it was five minutes ago.
Seeing my uneasiness, Maverick chuckles. He stands and points his thumb toward the hallway. “I’ll go grab you something to change into. You can use the bathroom down here if you want to clean up.”
I try to push away the awkwardness I’m feeling, but it’s in vain because my thoughts are all over the place. He takes off toward the bedroom as I make my way down the hall. I walk into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly before removing my leggings and underwear, which are both soaked, inside and out. So, itwasa mixture of us both. I made Maverick Moran come by grinding on his lap. For a moment, I let myself feel powerful. Like I’m a sexual goddess who takes what she wants.
