“Let’s go,” I say.
“Mav, what are you planning to do?” asks Dee.
“Leave her alone,” says Nix.
“I can’t, damn it. I just fucking can’t,” I reply.
“Why?” asks Dee.
“Because I’m a fucking selfish bastard,” I answer, leaving the bowling alley.
“That’s not it, you love her,” I hear Dee say.
I’m looking forward to some good cooking on Thanksgiving. I love my mom to death, but a cook she is not. One more day, and then I’ll be out of here for a week. I need to get away from Maverick. As damaging as that boy is, I find myself becoming drawn to him more and more every day. I told Dee that I’m not a therapist, I can’t help Maverick, but I do want to hear his story. On the outside, it seems that Maverick has it all. He’s sexy as hell, the most popular boy in school, and he’s one of the richest students in town.
As fucked up as it sounds, I crave Maverick’s touch now. He’s like cocaine; one hit isn’t enough. Since the last time we were together, I’ve been going to bed horny and agitated, wishing for his touch. I have mixed feelings about him. I feel relief when he disregards me like I’m a piece of garbage, but deep down, I want him to be unable to resist me, to desire my touch as much as I desire his.
I’m lying in my bed with the lights off, but there are too many thoughts running through my brain for it to shut down. My phone is on the nightstand,“Heart Attack”by Trey Songz playing on the speaker on repeat. This song reminds me so much of the raging emotions between Maverick and me. I close my eyes as the beat of the music washes over me, the words piercing my heart.
I quickly sit up when I feel a caress on my leg.
“Maverick, what the hell are you doing in my room?”
Maverick is visible to me by the moonlight shining through my window.
“I wanted to see you.”
I’m just wearing panties and a thin tank top. I feel vulnerable in my lack of clothing.
“How did you get in here?”
“I picked the lock.”
He’s lightly running his fingers from my knee to the edge of my panties. My pussy throbs, hungry for his dick.
“You could’ve knocked.”
“You wouldn’t have opened the door for me.”
“How did you know my mom and Michael wouldn’t be home?”
“I saw them at a bowling alley in Charleston. They’ll be busy for at least a few more hours.”
“You saw me today at school, but my presence didn’t register on your radar or any other day in school for that matter for the last two weeks.”
“Cocoa, I think about you every fucking second of the day. I don’t want you in my head, but I can’t get you out. I know that I should do the right thing and leave you alone and I’ve tried, but I’ve never been good at doing the right thing.”
“Maverick, you’re so confusing. You run hot then cold. It’s driving me crazy.”
“Then let’s lose our minds together.”
When his lips touch mine, all other thoughts leave my mind. All that matters is this intense need that this damaged boy stirs in me. He follows as I lay back against the bed, settling between my welcoming thighs. We’re frantically yanking and pulling on each other’s clothes. I disrupt the kiss to drag his shirt over his head. He clasps my tank top, ripping it down the middle, and then he’s attacking my breasts vehemently.
I loudly moan as I clutch his head to my breasts. He twists his hand in my panties, tearing them from my body. I loosen the drawstring on his sweatpants and wrench them over his ass. Maverick kisses his way from my breasts to my neck. I take hold of his dick, positioning it to the opening of my pussy. He takes his time stretching me, slowly gliding his breadth through my folds. He lifts his head from my neck as his cock reaches the furthest depths of my pussy.
“You came into my life Cocoa and fucked shit up. I don’t know how you did it. I’ve only known numbness for so long, but you caused a spark in me. Now we’ll both go down in flames,” Maverick says as his lips take possession of mine once more with urgency.
I widen my legs as I grip his ass. The driving force of his thrusts causes the headboard to thump against the wall with each powerful stroke. We cling to each other while we ride the waves in this tumultuous storm together. His strokes quickly gain momentum, making my body clench, my orgasm building. The pressure becomes too much for me.
