I got my first test at patience when he took me home after torturing me while he ate his part of the sundae. He knew damn well every dirty thought I had when he kept licking his spoon after every bite. So, you can understand my shock when he walked me up to my front door and turned to leave after he gave me a toe curling kiss.
“Wait! Where are you going?” I didn’t try to keep the desperation out of my voice.
He turned back around and faced me. “Home, Noah. It’s only our first real date. I can’t expect you to put out.” The teasing glint in his eyes would’ve made me laugh if my dick hadn’t ached so hard.
“Yes, yes you can. I’m a real slutty boy, Mav. Come inside so I can show you.” Maverick threw back his head and laughed wickedly. “This has been a lovely evening, Maverick, but I must go inside and masturbate now. Have fun painting. Damn, we could’ve combined our favorite pastimes, but you don’t like slutty boys.” His laughter stopped immediately.
“Noah.” He practically growled my name.
I shut the door on his stunned face thinking that I had the last laugh that night. I had gone straight to the shower, but I didn’t take care of the burning need to release the pressure building in my balls. I was tired of settling. I wanted the real Maverick in my bed, not fantasies of him. So, you can imagine my surprise when I entered my bedroom and found him laying naked in the middle of my bed, stroking his erection.
“It was a close call a time or two shimmying up the trellis,” Maverick said as calmly as if he was talking about the weather. My eyes were glued to the stroking motion of his hand. “I weigh quite a bit more than the last time I climbed through your window when we were sixteen.”
“Oh God.” My voice sounded husky and raw to my own ears.
“He can’t save you now, Noah.” Maverick’s raspy warning sent shivers down my spine.
