Page 4 of Maverick
“Wh-what if…”
“Spit it out, princess.”
His voice dropped to hardly a whisper. “What if I have to use the bathroom?”
“Then you’d better ask nicely, shouldn’t you?” He shivered, piquing my curiosity. “Is that something that appeals to you?”
“What?”
“Total control. Giving up to an extent that you don’t have to worry about anything—Daddy makes all the decisions for you.”
An audible sigh pressed past his lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
The boy relaxed in my arms. I couldn’t help but tighten my grip on him and wish that I had more time to explorethatparticular fantasy of his.
As it was, we only had so long together. “What have you had to drink tonight?”
“Just water.”
“Good girl.” I hadn’t missed his earlier reaction to gender swapping and although it was something he’d put high on his interest list, I half expected him to change his mind. Most men quickly did but based on Teddy’s reaction, he’d nearly come undone from the words alone.
I leaned in, pressing a kiss to that compass tattoo. “Remember your safewords princess. It’s time for me to take it from here.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I dropped my arms from him, and he whined at the loss. Chuckling, I rounded to his front and took backward steps toward the couch. “Follow my voice, pretty girl.”
Hesitantly, Teddy took a step forward. “That’s it,” I praised, and he took another. With each one, he grew a little more confident that I wouldn’t lead him astray. When the backs of my legs hit the couch, I lowered myself to the cushions and spread my legs wide, making a perfect princess-shaped spot between them. “One more.”
The next step brought him to me and I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his stomach and drawing a path of goosebumps in my wake. “Such a good girl.”
My hands landed on his thighs, feeling the thick, corded muscles flex beneath my fingertips and tense when I slipped beneath the fabric of that skirt. He filled it out so well that there was barely any room, but I’d be damned if I was going to let anything get in my way. Teddy held on tight, his nails biting into my shoulders.
My cock punched against my thin underwear impatiently, but I ignored it. I knew we were on limited time, but I wanted to enjoy what I had with this man.
He whimpered, shuffling in place. “D-daddy, please.”
I chuckled, amused by the quiver in his voice, the nerves of the unnatural word tumbling off his lips—but he wasn’t hesitant. “Hush, pretty baby. Let meadmire you.”
I pushed the leather out of the way, getting my first glimpse of the green panties beneath. Damn, they were a good decision. Perhaps a size too small, but that worked in his favor. The lace and silk stretched over his hips, a stunning complement to his tanned skin. His cock, long and thick, strained the fabric, precome already bursting from the tip. I trailed a light finger up the underside of his dick, getting his hips moving.
Leaning in, I nosed along his thigh, burying my face in his groin and taking a deep breath in of his natural scent. My tongue darted out, licking the sensitive skin. When Teddy moaned and snapped a hand to my neck, I didn’t dare admonish him. He could put his hands on me as much as he wanted.
Mouthing over his straining erection, I leaned back, bringing him with me. “In my lap, princess.”
Teddy knelt on the couch, throwing a thick leg over my thighs and nestling right into place. He ground against me, granting me the friction my cock craved. I snaked one hand up and into his hair and hauled his mouth down to mine. He groaned into the kiss, his erection dragging against my own. When I didn’t hinder his movements, he pressed harder, chasing the high of the new angle. One of his hands threaded into my locs and I moaned, happily letting him get his fill of them.
He licked across the seam of my mouth, silently begging me to open up and I happily granted him entry. Our tongues tangled and where I was used to battling for dominance, Teddy easily submitted, sighing into my mouth and letting me explore every inch of him.
The air grew thick and heavy. My heart pounded with every thump of the music coming from the club. My hands roamed that pretty boy’s body, committing every line and curve to memory, noting down the spots where he reacted the most. He loved my hands on his hips, and a light trail over his stomach revealed that he was ticklish.
My entire plan was to undress him using my teeth andonlymyteeth, but the more he bucked and squirmed against my cock, the thinner my resolve became.
Besides, the image of him creaming those panties? That hurtled me toward climax so fast that I got dizzy.
Reaching out with my right hand, I fumbled for the supplies I’d stashed earlier. I picked out the condom, tossing it aside for later and wrenched my mouth away from his to rip the lube open with my teeth. It poured onto my fingers and by the time I returned my attention to Teddy, he’d risen onto his knees without instruction, and the sight nearly made me lose it.
Panting, I threaded my hand between his legs, shoving the panties out of the way to get where I wanted. Slick fingers slipped between his cheeks. Teddy’s hips kicked toward me, his poor cock desperate for friction—but he didn’t dare remove his hands from my shoulders. The boy couldn’t have disobeyed me if he wanted to. His body knew what he was and who he belonged to—even if it was temporary.
