Page 139 of Face Off
His eyes sparkle with mischief, and he hooks his thumb in the waistband of my underwear. He drags the red thong down my legs and holds it in front of me. “I know how to fix that. Open your mouth.”
I inhale sharply, understanding the meaning. My lips part, and he pushes the lace in my mouth, patting my cheek when I clamp down on the underwear.
“There you go,” he says. “You look perfect, Emmy girl.” I squirm at the praise, and he scoots down my body. Maverick pauses at my chest, that wicked gleam still behind his gaze. “Hold up your shirt, baby. Let me see those pretty tits.”
My hands shake as I lift my shirt to my chin. A wave of pleasure starts to build low in my belly, an awareness that anyone could walk in at any time and see me like this—half naked, wet. Already trembling on the sheets at the thought of what’s to come.
He tugs on my bra, the cups pushing my breasts up and into his mouth. His tongue laps at my nipple and he hums against my sensitive skin, making me moan around the thong.
No man has appreciated my body like Maverick does. There’s no race to get to the final product; he likes to take his time and savor every inch.
He’s turned me on by touching parts I’ve never thought were sexy before—my shoulder blades. My calf. The time he got me off just by using a vibrator on my chest and stomach. He’s meticulous on the ice and even more meticulous in bed. When he knows I don’t like something, he tries something new, not stopping until I’m a proud owner of three new orgasms.
I’ve been naked in front of him dozens of times, but when he moves from my chest to my skirt, hiking the denim up to mywaist and leaving me exposed on his bed like his own personal plaything, white-hot heat rolls through me.
“I can’t take my time with you like I want,” Maverick says, and he lies on his stomach between my legs. “If we spend too long in here, someone’s bound to find us.” He spreads me open with his thumbs, and I try to close my knees, embarrassed. “None of that, baby. Let me look. It’s been too long, and I want to see your perfect pussy up close.” He rubs the inside of my thigh, and when I relax, his grin is proud. “There you go. That’s my girl.”
I hate not being able to talk to him, but I love getting to watch him. His pupils are blown wide and his cheeks are pink. He lets out a soft groan that matches my own when he gently presses two fingers inside of me, the thumb of his other hand working my clit in slow, lazy circles.
“That feel good?” he rasps, and I nod. “You can be as loud as you want, Emmy. They’re not going to hear.”
I sink into the sensation of him. Of the curl of his fingers and when he adds a third. The surprise when he lifts my hips and presses his thumb between my ass cheeks, a spot he’s started to really, really like. One of the guys laughs outside the window, and a jolt goes through me like I’ve been electrocuted.
“You liked that,” Maverick says with awe. “The way you just clenched around my fingers—I can’t wait to feel that around my cock.”
I whine when he swirls his tongue and I groan when he buries it inside me, replacing his fingers and sending me to the brink of ecstasy faster than I’ve ever gotten there before. I reach down and tug on his hair, warning him that I’m close, and he looks up at me with sharp eyes.
“I’m not stopping,” he says. “I’m not stopping until I taste every drop of you.” His palm slides across my stomach, pressingdown, and I lift my hips again, grinding into him. “That’s it, Emmy girl. All the way for me, baby.”
I tip over the edge, a free fall that has me groaning so loud, my throat goes dry. My eyes prick with tears and my legs spasm, and I ride the high until my mind goes blank.
When I come back to earth, Maverick touches my cheek. “Get on your knees,” he says. “All fours, facing the window.”
It takes me a second to get in position, my brain slow to catch up to the rest of my body. I lean forward, my elbows against the crisp sheets and my ass in the air. Maverick runs his hand along my curves and rumbles out an appreciative hum. He parts my cheeks and kisses the left then the right, and my face burns bright red.
“Your ass is next,” he says, voicing something I’ve been dreaming about myself. “We’ll work up to it, but I’ve been wanting to fuck you there since the first day I saw you in those skin tight leggings of yours.”
I nod, a frantic bob of my head that has him laughing and brushing his lips against the back of my neck. I hear the glide of his sweatpants down his legs and I look over my shoulder, finding Maverick with his hand wrapped around his cock.
I love seeing him like this; so close to letting go and losing control. Hunger in his eyes and flushed skin. Disheveled but sharp determination to his movements.
He brushes the head of his cock against my clit, dragging it across my entrance without pushing inside. I whimper and rock back to him, asking for what I want.
“Needy thing,” he laughs, and his grip on my hips is rough.
I take a steadying breath knowing what comes next, but I’m still not prepared for the way he slides inside of me. The feeling of fullness and the stretch to accommodate his thick length.
Maverick gives me a second to adjust, and when I reach behind me to run my nails down his thigh, he sinks all the way into me.
“Fuck,” he exhales. “Look how well you take me, Emmy girl.”
His hips snap into mine with quick thrusts, and I match his rhythm and intensity. We move like we’ve done this a thousand times, anticipating each other’s needs before we ask for them.
Maverick brings his hand to my throat, that delicious pressure settling around my windpipe. I tip my head back, and he presses a kiss to my forehead.
“This isn’t going to last long. One week without you, and it feels like I haven’t fucked before in my life.” He bends over me, his bodyweight heavy on my back, and his hand moves to my clit. “I want you to scream when you come this time, Emmy. Can you do that for me?”
I nod, that swell building again. I know Maverick won’t let himself finish first, the selfless bastard, and I want to get him there almost as much as I want to get there myself. I bite down on the lace and close my eyes, the stimulation too much.
