My face flamed. “Why are you asking methat?”
“Just wondering how ready you are for my dick.”
A different kind of heat flashed through me. “So ready, Mav. Trust me.”
He laid his chest over my back, his cockhead dragging tantalizingly over the back of my upper thigh. “Then tell me. When did you last push that toy into your tight little hole?”
Fuck. Mav didn’t dirty talk much, but when he did, it was hot as hell.
“This morning…”
“This morning?” He sat back, seemingly shocked. “But we fucked around this morning.”
“It was later,” I muttered. “While you were out with your friends.”
“You were greedy, huh? You wanted my dick even then, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted, voice trembling a little. “I have since the beginning.”
“Ah, Damon.” He stroked his fingers through my hair, then down my spine, and right through the cleft between my cheeks. He stopped with his finger pressed over my entrance, gently rubbing. “You should have said something.”
“Didn’t want to pressure you. Wasn’t sure if you wanted it too, and it’s not like I don’t love everything else we do together.” I craned my neck to look at him over my shoulder. “You don’t have to fuck me if you don’t want to.”
Maverick stroked his fingers through my hair, then tightened them around a handful. He jerked my head back, making me gasp, and growled into my ear, “Oh, I want this hot ass. Don’t you worry about that.”
He left me shivering with want while he leaned over to draw a box from under the bed. There was lube, condoms, and a scary number of toys in it that made arousal spike. Nipple clamps, butt plugs, and a few things I didn’t even recognize.
He took out the lube and a condom, then pushed the box out of sight.
“I know I wasn’t ready the first time you asked,” he said. “But I am going tolovesinking into your body.”
Cool lube touched my hole, making me shudder. Maverick pushed a finger in, then quickly added a second. We’d done this before, and I easily took the finger fucking. But Mav usually stopped at two fingers.
Tonight, he added a third, the stretch burning the way the dildo did when it first went in. I tensed up.
“Relax,” he murmured. “Your body takes it better if you don’t resist.”
I blew out a long breath, and his fingers sank deeper, rubbing and stretching, filling me—but not in the way I really craved.
He grazed my prostate, making my cock jerk.
“Fuck! I want your dick,” I said. “Get inside me already.”
He chuckled. “So impatient.”
He thrust his fingers in and out while I wriggled in frustration, burning for more. Finally, when I was about to suggest he hand me one of those sex toys so I could take care of myself, he pulled away.
I hissed at the sudden exit, my hole clenching around nothing. Before I could do more than groan in complaint, his cockhead notched into place.
“Take a breath and exhale.” I breathed in and out. “Good. Now, push out when I push in. It’ll help.”
He entered me, and damn, he felt huge. I’d taken the dildo half a dozen times, but it was different. I was in control of the speed of entry, the force used, and when I stopped and started.
But this was Maverick’s dick pushing inside me. His hand pressing down on my shoulder and pinning me in place. His moan echoing above me as he thrust forward.
And fuuuuuck. He slid in fast and deep, making me shout at the sudden invasion. Thanks to those handy instructions he’d given me, my body barely resisted.
His dick stretched me wide, a low ache spreading through my body even as pleasure swept in behind it, chasing it away.
