Maverick wrapped another tie around my head as a blindfold. I moaned loudly into his kiss when he pressed his lips to mine. I was completely vulnerable to him and my heart pounded wildly in my chest from excitement. His clothes chafed against me as he kissed his way down my body. He dipped his tongue in my navel and then pressed kisses along my hipbones, purposely ignoring my jutting penis that strained for his attention.
He placed one swift kiss on the head of my cock and then stood up from the bed. I expected to hear the sound of clothes being removed, but instead I heard the sound of retreating footsteps. “I’ll be right back, Doc.”
“Maverick!” I tugged on my restraints in frustration. I heard his laugh echoing down the hallway. I wasn’t afraid of him leaving me there or degrading me in any way. I wanted his touch and I wanted it right then. I reminded myself that giving my pleasure completely over to him meant that I would have to be patient and trust him.
He returned quickly and set something on the bedside table with a softthunk. My mind was working overtime trying to figure out what he brought into the bedroom with him. Then my ears detected the sounds of clothes rustling as they were being removed. I was soon wiggling on the bed with anticipation. The room was completely silent, but I felt his eyes roaming all over my body. He was worshiping me with his eyes and soon would transfer his adoration to his hands and mouth.
“You are so fucking sexy.” Maverick’s lust-thickened voice broke the silence in the room. The bed dipped and I felt the heat of his body as he knelt beside me. “Thank you for this gift.” The whispered words against my ear sent a shiver throughout my body. I loved that he felt as if my trust was a gift to him, because it felt the same to me.
Maverick spent endless minutes touching and teasing me. He started by sucking my earlobe into his mouth. The silky feel of his hair teasing my shoulder as he leaned over me sent my imagination into overdrive. I might not have been able to see him with my own eyes, but my mind’s eyes pictured the scene perfectly. Mav nibbled his way down my neck until he reached just beneath my collarbone. The mark he left there before I left him had faded and was almost gone, but he took care of that.
My legs shifted restlessly on the bed until he straddled my hips. “Maverick,” I cried out. The feel of his crisp leg hairs moving against mine and his firm ass across my upper thighs stopped my movement as I let myself feel. I felt him lean over in the direction of the night table and as he straightened himself back up over me; I felt a cold drop of water plop onto my chest. A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest as I gasped loudly.
I jerked against my restraints when he pressed an ice cube to one erect nipple and then the other. Maverick placed the ice cube on my sternum and slid it down to my navel where he let it rest. He sucked one achingly hard nipple into his mouth then the other. His mouth seemed even hotter after the chill of the ice on my sensitive nubs. If that wasn’t enough, Maverick scraped his beard across my nipples, causing my ass to clench in desperate need to be filled by him.
The melting ice in my navel was almost forgotten as he licked the trail of melting liquid he left behind. The only sounds I could hear in the room were my throbbing pulse and my labored breathing. I was caught up in the onslaught of sensation after sensation - from the feel of his tongue, to the rasp of his beard, and the silky ends of his hair dragging down my torso until he reached the melting cube in my navel.
My abdominal muscles tensed and began to spasm as Maverick licked circles around my belly button several times before he sucked the cube back into his mouth. I expected him to rise up over me and kiss me. My mouth was parched from my breathlessness and the wetness of his kiss would feel good and sustain me. Instead of moving up my body, he scooted lower and wrapped his hand around the base of my aching cock.
I couldn’t hold back the groan of anticipation as I guessed where he was going with his hot mouth and cold cube. Still, I nearly jackknifed off the bed when the head of my dick was sucked into his mouth. Maverick rolled the cube in his mouth until the ice cube was on top of my dick and his wicked, hot tongue was beneath it. I hissed as the dual sensation of wicked heat and seductive cold nearly had me coming too soon when I really wanted to wait until Maverick was deep inside me.
His laughter vibrated up and down the length of my dick, adding yet another wicked sensation to the mix, and I would have come then, had he not gripped the base of my dick harder, preventing the eruption in his mouth. I raised my hips off the bed and fucked his mouth until the ice melted and he pulled off of me.
“Please, Maverick.” I didn’t bother trying to disguise my need to be filled by him.
“Not yet, Doc.” He shifted forward until he straddled my hips once again. “You know what there’s not enough of in the world?”Love. Kindness. Acceptance. Insane orgasms.“Frotting,” he answered his own question before I gave voice to my thoughts. “There’s something so sexy about the slick glide of one cock against another. Don’t you think?” My answer was an indecipherable whimper that earned another dark chuckle from my sexy tormentor.
I heard the sound of the lubricant bottle being opened and then felt a trickle of the cool liquid against my cock. Maverick wasted no time pressing his erection against mine and then began thrusting his hips and rutting against me.
“Fuck!” My yell echoed around the bedroom seconds before Maverick latched his wicked mouth to mine. He kissed me with the same tempo that he rubbed his dick against mine. I resented my blindfold then. I wanted to be able to see his hips snapping back and forth seductively as he pleasured us both. I suspected that he only stopped when he felt he was close to coming. The sound of the foil condom wrapper tearing excited me and had me thrusting up from beneath him.
“Do I suit you up and fuck myself on your cock, or do I suit up and fuck you?” He questions weren’t aimed at me; it was more like him debating out loud. I heard the sound of him rolling the condom down his shaft and knew his decision had been made. I’d love for him to ride my cock, but I wanted to be able to see his face the first time that happened. Maverick slid down and I spread my legs to welcome him.
Maverick poured lubricant into his hand and worked my rear entrance until it was pliable and begging for him. He pushed my spread legs up against my chest, positioned himself, and then he pressed the broad head of his dick against the rim and held still. I was desperate to be filled by him. My nails bit into my palms from gripping my fists so tight from anticipation of the moment he entered me.
Maverick didn’t make me wait long, a few seconds maybe, before he eased inside slowly until my greedy hole sucked his crown inside. I clenched my teeth out of frustration so hard that my jaw ached. Then he pushed inside me, one long, hard thrust that took him balls deep.
“Noah.” My name was said with so much reverence that I could picture the look on his face. It was probably the same look as the first time he pushed inside me decades ago. This time Maverick’s strokes were sure and hard as he fucked me with the expertise that came with time and practice.
Maverick slid his large hands beneath my ass to lift me higher, while powering into me. “So good, Mav.” The slapping of his thighs against my ass, the masterful way he pegged my prostrate, and the feeling of being cherished and adored sent me spiraling out of control. “Harder, Mav. Please.”
He gave me everything I asked for and more, never letting up until I came. I felt him relax his body to allow himself to come as soon as the first jet of my cum hit my stomach. His hands on my ass were nearly bruising as he rode out his orgasm, yelling my name as he filled the condom.
He laid on top of me once he finished, seemingly unconcerned he was laying in my spunk. Maverick released my hands and removed my blindfold. I blinked up at him as he rubbed my wrists to get the blood circulating through them again. All I could focus on was the sated look in his eyes. This was not a man who was repulsed by my needs for dirty sex, not at all. He looked like a pirate, with his disheveled, longish hair falling to his neck and the wicked gleam in his eyes.
He cupped my face and kissed me deeply while our bodies came down off their highs. Exhaustion crept in and I would’ve been happy to stay like that for the rest of the night, but Maverick eased out of me and held a hand for me to take.
“You’ll regret it in the morning if we don’t get cleaned up now.” I knew he was right, but I wasn’t ready to wash his scent off of my skin. I followed him on shaky legs and leaned against the shower wall as he cleaned me up and then himself.
I had never felt so wrecked, physically or emotionally, nor had I ever felt so satiated. I didn’t want to go back to bed, because the dawn of the next morning meant that he would be leaving. We curled into one another and talked as long as we could stay awake, but I eventually realized how selfish I was being. He had a long drive home and I wanted him to be safe when he made it.
I reconciled myself that this would not be our last weekend together. I used my desperate urge to be with him as motivation to work something out so we could be together again. Soon. I couldn’t go weeks and months without this feeling now that we found each other again.
“I’ll still be here,” he covered my heart with his hand, “even when I’m not physically present.” I laid my head over his heart and allowed the steady beat to lull me into a safe, secure sleep where I could dream of a future for the two of us.
