Jesus, this ass. Round. Muscular. Perfect.
“Boone—" he starts, then chokes off the rest of his complaint when I press my thumb inside him, cupping his cheek as I do.
“Fuuuck, baby. Your ass is gonna be the death of me,” I moan, slow-fucking his hole as I stretch him.
His breath catches when I brush across his prostate.
“See?” In. Out. “No reason at all to hurry.”
Maverick whimpers, and I change up the angle, adding my other thumb. He truly didn’t need much more in the way preparation, though I may have taken more time than was strictly necessary to double-check.
In just a few moments his entire body relaxes under my ministrations.
“Boone. I beg you.Please.”
I carefully drag my thumbs away from his perfect—now perfectly stretched—hole. “Okay, Mav. You can ride me now.”
“Finally,” he growls, closing his eyes, concentrating as he slowly,s-l-o-w-l-ylowers himself onto me. “Now shut up and let me fuck myself on this fat cock of yours.”
I try to hold back the proud little smile but fail entirely. I guess that’s what happens when you play with someone’s nipples for the half-hour or so it takes for a drone delivery to arrive, then edge them with your thumbs for several minutes more.
Which is to say Mav is well-prepared, but still so tight it takes my breath away.
Between the sensual undulation of his hips as he controls the descent and the vice grip on my cock, it’s everything I can do to hold on.
I don’t want things to end before they’ve begun.
After a torturous eternity, he finally fully seats himself on top of me, stilling as his magnificent body adjusts.
“Thank you for reminding me about my rule,” he groans as he lifts and then reseats himself, nearly blowing the top off myhead. “I would’ve been so self-conscious, and I don’t want to be that with you.”
I’m charmed by the fact that this social media god gives even one damn about how I’d perceive the cleanliness of his ass, and I can’t help but tease, “Given the way you’re shamelessly fucking yourself on my cock, I’d hate for you to be self-conscious.”
His cheeks darken, and he sends me the bird as he rolls his hips.
I arch up, angling to meet his downward push, and his pleasured breaths fill the apartment. While I love his weight and movement on top of me, I can tell this isn’t his usual position.
“Mind if I try something?” I ask on the next upward thrust.
“Please,” he moans.
Without further warning, I hike my leg and roll us over in one smooth move. Maverick’s voice pitches into a high squeak when I drive deep inside him, scooping my hips just so.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, arching his back, his chin pointed to the ceiling. “Right there, Detective.”
With one hand on his shoulder and the other on his hip, I fuck into him, mesmerized by the curve of his cheekbones, the way his full lips part and gasp, the gorgeous fan of sun-kissed spirals. Whatever got us to this point, no matter how contentious, I’m glad we’re here right now.
More importantly, he’s seen the truth of me, and I can see the truth of him. He tries so hard, never takes the easy way, and for him to relax under my body… It’s a gift. I press one of his knees to his chest, kissing his shin before splitting him open.
Pleasure and instinct tighten his beautiful muscles, his impending orgasm visible from the shiver and heat rolling off him.
Giving up on making this last, I tilt my hips in the hopes of simply making it good.
His mouth falls open as he arches one last time, spurting like a fountain.
“Jesus, so much cum,” I joke, smiling as I find his gaze. My smile falters, however, at the sight of his tears.
“Did I hurt you?”
