Page 19 of Maverick
Warm lips against my thigh broke me out of my throughs, and a shudder passed through my body. “You don’t want to do this do you, Mav?” he whispered, smoothing his palms over my thighs. The feeling, though soothing, did little to encourage whatever dominant bone in my body I’d found out there on the patio.
“I do,” I husked. “I really do but I can’t let you hurt me again, Reese.”
Again—like I’d ever recovered from the last time.
With one more kiss high on my leg, Reese rose to his feet and wound his arms around my neck. “Mav, I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to you how sorry I am.”
That gave me the courage to try again. I tilted my head, bringing our mouths together in a slower, more languid kiss.
Much better.
Reese’s tongue prodded for entry and the moment I opened up for him, it slipped into my mouth seeming to commit every inch of it to memory. I fisted his shirt in my hands, tugging to bring him close yet wanting to push him away at the same time. My head and my heart warred with each other, battling for the upper hand almost as ferociously as my tongue against Reese’s. He pressed and pried, but I wasn’t about to let him win.
Again.
Breaking away long enough to haul his shirt over his head, I threw the fabric aside and buried my fingers in his hair. He sighed, opening up for me immediately. My hips pinned him to the door and—with a fistful of his blond locks in my palm—I tugged, and he submitted. Whining, he tipped this head back, giving me the leverage to plunge my tongue deep in his mouth. Things weren’t like this with him before.
Don’t get me wrong: It was always electric. Reese Taylor got under my skin in a way that no one else ever had. But I’d let him have control before, and I’d be damned if I was going to get hurt by doing it again.
“On your knees for me, babe,” I pleaded between feverish kisses. “Please.”
He was on the floor before I could blink. My head rested against the wood of the closed door, heart pounding with the pulsing bass of the music filtering from downstairs. Reese panted, needing no more instruction before he tugged my boxer briefs down to my ankles. I shivered, exposed to the chill of the air-conditioned room, but Reese was quick to suck my cockhead into his hot, wet mouth. I cried out, hand snapping to his neck to hold him in place although he made no move to pull back. In fact, he doubled down. I groaned, biting down on my fist to muffle the sound. Sliding my fingers into his hair, I clenched onto a thick fistful and the resulting whimper that vibrated up my cock nearly unraveled me entirely.
Letting out a deep breath, I forced myself to hold out, even though my orgasm already simmered at the base of my spine. I never could last very long, but I didn’t stand a chance against the one person who knew which buttons to press.
Reese pulled off, ducking to trail a hot path up the underside of my cock. His tongue dipped into the slit, lapping up as much precome as he could. He hummed at the taste, immediately diving in for more. The man needed no guidance, so I slipped into giving him wordless praise. When he was ready, he droppedhis hand and took me to the hilt. Instinctively, my hand tightened in his hair and I gave a slow, experimental thrust into his mouth.
He didn’t object.
He clenched my ass cheeks, squeezing hard to let me know what to do.
My lungs burned, the thick, heavy air making it difficult to breathe. Over and over, I sank into that tight suction. Pleasure licked up my spine, zinging across my skin like uncontrolled flames. My spine tingled, the knot in my belly wound tight and ready to snap. Massaging Reese’s scalp, I licked my dry lips, trying to force myself to speak.
“Reese…” I warned. “I’m close.”
He’d never let me come in his mouth—he’d never liked it. Or so he said.
So imagine my surprise when he suckedharder. My hips moved of their own volition, fucking into his mouth at a pace that triggered my orgasm before I could even blink. Reese teased between my legs, rolling my balls in his palm and stretching a curious finger toward my crease.
That was it. I came on a cry, pulsing my release down Reese’s throat. He choked but recovered and swallowed down every drop. Every constriction of his throat worked to drain me dry. Suddenly sensitive, I pushed at his shoulder. “Alright,” I panted. “Good job, babe.”
Reese hummed, using his thumb to wipe off his mouth—and my cock made a feeble attempt to swell again at the sight of him sucking the digit between his lips. “Shit,that was hot,” he muttered.
I could only offer a grunt in response, still fighting to catch my breath. After searching the floor for my underwear, I took Reese’s hand and led him to the bed, trying not to let on how severely my legs wobbled. Collapsing onto the mattress, I tugged Reese between my spread thighs. Supporting him with one arm aroundhis waist, I reached for his belt—only to have him bat it away. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Are you sure?” Peering up at him through my lashes, he nodded, but he was hiding something. He wouldn’t look at me, and he couldn’t stand still.
Oh…
To test my theory, I cupped a hand between his thighs. He gasped and wriggled, scrabbling at my wrist, his cock too sensitive for the torture. “Mav!”
The wet spot warming my palm confirmed what I’d suspected: He’d come in his pants. “Well, that’s a first,” I muttered, an odd feeling of pride settling in my chest.I’dbeen the one to do that to him. One more firm squeeze, and I showed him some mercy.
“Asshole,” he huffed, dropping his head to my shoulder.
I couldn’t help but smile, rubbing his back almost out of instinct. “You should clean up.”
In a voice that was a little closer to a whine than a groan, he complained, “I left my stuff in the car.”
