Page 26 of Maverick
"Something to help you relax. It might even help you sleep." Maverick raised an alarmed brow at me and with a smile, I returned the glass to the counter. With the messy stuff out of the way, I slid my hands beneath the hem of his shirt and pushed the fabric up until he got the hint. He raised his arms, and I let the garment flutter to the floor. "It's just cherry juice and magnesium. They help your body’s melatonin production."
"I don't have a suit," he whispered when I reached for his shorts.
My grin widened into a full smile, and I knelt at his feet. "Did I say anything about needing one?"
"No… but you said we weren't having sex."
"We're not." I slipped off each of his socks, bundling them together and tossing them aside. His shorts fell to the floor next, and he stood in front of me in nothing but a pair of tiny black boxer briefs. I sat back on my heels, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth. I could have just tugged those off as well and had him get in the water with me stark naked, but I had a better idea. "Wait here."
Leaving Maverick in my kitchen, I darted up to my bedroom and dug around in my drawers until I found what I wanted. Once I'd figured out thathewas the pretty princess I'd entertained in that dark back room, I ordered another pair of those panties he'd so beautifully ruined for me. I had to see him in them again, and this was my opportunity to do so without the risk of him coming in them before I could enjoy it properly.
The second I appeared in the kitchen doorway, Maverick blushed. "What are those?"
A low hum rumbled up from deep in my chest. "I think you know what these are, pretty girl." I took the scrap of fabric and sidled up close to him, letting the soft lace caress his skin before I dropped to my knees once more. "Can you give me a color, baby?"
"Green," he responded without hesitation, eyes fixed on the fabric in my hand.
"Good girl." Without another word, I lowered those tight boxer briefs. Maverick's cock sprang free, already hard and leaking.
I barely paid it any attention, helping him step into the panties. A whimper slipped past his lips, and he danced in place. "You look good down there."
"Don't get any ideas, princess." With his legs in the right places, I pulled the panties up his smooth, toned legs. After making sure that his dick was nestled perfectly inside them, I straightened to my full height. "Turn around for me."
He did, and I made sure the garment sat comfortably across his ass and hips. Damn, he fit them like a glove and now that I was seeing him in proper lighting, I began to regret my "no sex" decision. My cock swelled. The silk and lace stretched tight over the globes of his ass cheeks, sitting perfectly on his waist, low enough to show the dips of his back when he braced himself on the countertop. "That's better," I said, a husk to my voice that I hardly recognized. "Those look so good on you, baby girl."
Another whine, and Maverick shot a pleading look over my shoulder—one I ignored. I reached around him, taking a drink in one hand and lacing our fingers together with the other. "Let's go."
He grumbled the entire way, but followed me out to the back deck. The second we opened the door, the sticky Alabama night slapped us in the face like a hot, wet towel, but I knew we'd feel better the second we got in the water. "It's gorgeous out here," Maverick commented, pausing by the edge of the tub while I removed the cover. "I can't stand living near the city."
"Why do you?"
He shrugged, taking the hand I offered to help him into the water. "It's what I could get. The housing market isn't exactly great right now and without knowing that it would be my forever home, I was hesitant to do too much searching for the 'perfect place.'"
Maverick hovered in the middle of the hot tub, waiting for me to undress and join him. I had to say that if I thought he looked good in those panties when they were dry, seeing them soaking wet was a whole other ball game. Sweat already beaded up and dripped down his chest, his skin shimmering in the dim moonlight. He sat his drink on the edge, and I didn't miss the subtle way his hand dipped beneath the water—and straight to his crotch.
"I don't think so."
"You're going to make me wear these all night, while you’re completely naked and not let me do anything about it?" he whined, throwing himself into a seat.
"That's right, because good things come to those who wait, princess." I settled next to him, throwing my arm around his shoulders. He started to guzzle his drink, and I leaned in close, making sure to whisper my next threat in his ear. "And if you sneak off to the bathroom to touch yourself, I'll take that privilege away from you too."
Maverick choked, sputtering cherry juice all over himself and turning the same color as the liquid left in his glass. "You wouldn't do that."
I arched a brow. "Want to find out?"
Blushing furiously, the boy slid into the water, leaning into my arm. “You hinted at that when we were in the club…” he muttered into his drink. “What would it mean?”
“Well…” I sank into the steaming water, my sore muscles practically sighing with relief. It was a welcome sensation in spite of the heat. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. Do you think you’re in the right headspace for it today?”
“If you’d asked me an hour ago, I would have said no.”Maverick hummed and rested his head on my shoulder, peering up at me through thick, dark lashes. “Now, I’m okay.”
“Know that you can use your safeword at any time—even if this conversation takes a turn you don’t want.” When he nodded, I continued. “Ideally, your body would be mine to control twenty-four hours a day, but I know that our jobs make that difficult. So I want to propose another plan.”
“What’s that?”
I leaned down, nuzzling against him until he raised his head. I ducked, licking and nipping a path to his ear until I could suck the lobe between my teeth.
“Daddy…” Maverick breathed, squirming.
