Page 75 of Face Off
“Do you tell all the girls that?” I ask into his neck as he lies on his back and sets me on top of him, my legs on either side of his hips.
“No.” He takes my hand in his and kisses my palm. “I’ve never told anyone that. You’re the only one.”
I know I’m in a fog of lust, but I believe him.
I hear the honesty in his words, and that terrifies me.
No one’s ever made me feel likethe only one, but somehow, in a hotel room high above the city of Chicago, I’m suddenly special.
“Condom?” I ask before the moment gets too heavy, and Maverick nods.
He rolls the latex down his length and lines up with my entrance. His eyes lock on mine, and there’s a moment where we both hesitate, like the second he sinks into me, we know the dynamic between us is going to change.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, and his eyes flash with heat. “Please.”
He grips my thighs so tight, I know I’m going to be covered in bruises that match his fingerprints tomorrow. He lifts his hips, and the head of his cock pushes inside me. We groan in unison, and my breath gets tangled in my chest.
“Okay?” Maverick slurs, and he sits up so he can take my breast in his mouth. His teeth bite down on my nipple, and I sigh. “Want to get deeper, baby. Need to fuck you right.”
Baby.
I like when he calls me that too.
It feels precious, like I’m adored.
And from the way he looks up at me with his cheek against my chest, I think I might be.
I tip my knees open wide and lower my hips, sinking down on him until the stretch becomes too much. Until I’m so full, my vision goes blurry and a warm and wonderful sensation starts to build in my stomach.
“I can’t take anymore. It’s too much,” I say.
“Shit.I’m not even halfway in, Emmy,” he says, and he drops his hand between my legs. His fingers touch my clit, and he uses my wetness to rub through the ache.
“Of course you aren’t, you asshole,” I say around a gasp, and he smiles against the curve of my shoulder.
“We’re going to make it fit.”
“How? Are you going to chop off four inches?”
His laugh is warm on my skin and his fingers work in a slow, rhythmic circle that dulls the stretch to tolerable. He’s too good at this, and I’m too close to the edge again.
“It’s going to fit because this pussy is mine,” he says, and the metal of his silver necklace makes me shiver as he cups me possessively. “Can I try again?”
“I want to do it,” I say, and I blow out an exhale as I sink lower onto him. “God.”
“I love the names you call me,” Maverick murmurs, and a laugh sneaks out of me. “That’s it, Emmy girl.Look. Look at how well you take my cock.”
I stare down at where we’re joined, the slick slide of his finger and the thrust of our hips to match each other’s intensity. He disappears completely inside me, and nothing has ever felt this incredible.
“Harder,” I say, and I bend over him, my hands on either side of the pillow. “Fuck me harder, Maverick.”
“You can claim you hate me all you want, Red.” He slides one hand under my thighs and lifts me off of him, only to slam me back down. “But we can both feel how your pussy clenches around my cock. You love it when I make you come.”
I do.
I do love it, and I feel myself teetering near that glorious high again.
I’m climbing closer and closer, and with every bump of his knuckles, every press of the heel of his palm, every tug on my hair and scrape of teeth down my neck, I come dangerously close to screaming his name, loud enough so the whole hotel knows who’s making me feelso damn good.
