Page 12 of The Stunt
It’s now or never. If I want this to go anywhere, I need to make a move.
“Maverick?” I whisper into the dark room. The only light is coming from the full moon outside, but it illuminates enough that I can see his eyes as we turn toward each other.
“Yeah?” he says.
I slowly exhale, building up the courage to ask for what I want. “Do you think we could, um, practice some more?”
His eyes are hooded as he reaches out and grabs ahold of my hand. “I’m afraid I’m going to need you to be more specific, Songbird. What exactly do you want from me? I need you to say it.”
Fuck. Why is he doing this to me? My biggest fear is asking for something from someone who doesn’t want to give it. That’s why I’m just happy doing what I’m told and never voicing my own wishes. It’s better than feeling like I’m burdening people because they don’t want to tell me no.
Sensing my uneasiness, he lets go of my hand, bringing one of his to my face.
“Bella, I have a feeling you’d rather do almost anything than tell someone out loud what you want. Just so you know, I’ll give it all to you. Anything you ask for; it’s yours. I just need you to tell me.” He waits for a moment, and when I don’t answer right away, he speaks again. “You deserve it. And I want to be the lucky one that you trust enough to ask,” he whispers before pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
I exhale a shaky breath. “I want everything,” I say. “I want your hands and mouth on my body, Maverick.Please.” I beg.
“That’s my girl. I’m so proud of you for telling me what you need,” he praises, and it makes my muscles clench down low. He starts by kissing me again, but this time it feels different. It’s like he’s finally allowing himself to let loose. He moves his lips down my face, trailing wet kisses over my throat as his hands begin to explore my body. He sucks on the sensitive skin of my neck, hands tracing the hem of my camisole before moving underneath the thin fabric. I moan loudly when his fingertips graze my nipple. My whole body is on high alert. I can already feel my orgasm starting to bloom to life and he hasn’t even really touched me yet.
When I bring my legs together, squeezing my thighs tightly to relieve the ache that’s made itself very apparent, he pulls hismouth from mine. “You need some help?” he coos. “You asked so nicely for my hands and mouth. Let me take care of you.” He gets up on his knees beside me, reaching for my sleep shorts and sliding them down my legs. He presses his forehead to mine as he slowly lowers his hand down my body, stopping at my mound that’s still covered by the thin lace panties I’m wearing. I gasp when he uses his middle finger to apply pressure to my opening, just barely pushing my panties inside me. “Does that feel good?” he asks. All I can do is nod my head as I take rapid, shallow breaths.
“Mav,” I manage to choke out when he moves the pressure to my clit, rubbing in tight circles over my underwear. I feel like I could come apart right now, just like this. I allow my body to do what it wants, my hips thrusting into his hand with every stroke.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Take your pleasure,” he whispers, not stopping or slowing down as I continue chasing my release. I’ve never wanted anything so bad. When he pulls his head back, looking down at where his hand is working me, I see the determination on his face. He wasn’t lying. He wants to take care of me. The thought brings me even closer to the edge as my pussy begins trying to tighten around the emptiness inside me.
“Fuck. Maverick. I— I can’t,” I whine. I’m right there, but the contact just isn’t enough to send me over the edge.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he says, sliding his hand under the waistband of my panties. As soon as I feel the pressure of his finger entering me, I’m there.
“Oh my God, please don’t stop,” I whimper.
“I’m not going to stop. I promise,” he says. “Just be my perfect girl and come for me.”
The praise does the trick. I come so hard as he gently thrusts his finger in and out. My body shakes violently as I dig my fingernails into his firm bicep, holding him to me.
When it becomes too sensitive, I let go of his arm and he decreases the pressure, lightly stroking the rim of my pussy. I don’t know if it’s possible, but I already feel like I need another orgasm. I pull on the back of his neck, kissing him frantically as I lift my hips from the bed.
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he asks. I tense slightly, wondering if he wants to stop. Or if he wants me to do something for him.
As if he has a direct line to my brain, he stops, looking straight into my eyes. “Bella, I’m just teasing you. There’s absolutely nowhere else I want to be than right here with you, taking care of your needs. If that changes, I’ll let you know. Okay?”
God damn my fake boyfriend for being so perfect. He’s making it really hard not to feel like I want more from him than just this.
I nod my head. “Yeah. Okay,” I whisper.
“Good,” he says with a smirk. “Because I might die if I don’t get to taste you.”
MAVERICK
I can’t even see straight with the need to put my tongue on this woman. My cock is heavy in my boxer briefs, smearing pre-cum all over the inside of the material. She didn’t ask me to fuck her yet, but she might. And just from putting one finger inside her, I know I’ll hurt her if I don’t get her really ready. She has the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. If she hadn’t told me herself, I would definitely think she was a virgin.
I kiss my way down her stomach, licking and teasing at her soft skin. I slowly peel her panties down her legs before throwingthem to the floor. I can see how wet she is. Her body shivers as I settle my shoulders between her legs. Just as I go to put my mouth on her, she pushes me back.
“Wait,” she says frantically, sitting up. I immediately back up, thinking she’s pulling the plug. If she wants it to stop, it stops. But, fuck, I need to know what I did wrong. “I, um—,” she says, avoiding eye contact with me. “I’ve never done this before.”
Fuuuuck me.
My cock that was already harder than it’s ever been, turns to stone as I think about the fact that her cunt has never been tasted by anyone. I’ll be her first. I have to make this perfect for her.
