“Harley,” he began, his voice thick and strained with need.
“Can you show me what you like?” I asked. His fingers threaded through my hair as he stroked his own length slowly. He used his control over me to smear precum over my bottom lip. My tongue darted out, and the taste of him made my heart stutter with anticipation. A fresh pulse of arousal made my balls draw up tight. “Tell me how you like it, Maverick. Please”
“I’m not known for being nice, princess,” he said. I knew it was supposed to be a warning—a way to deter me—but for the life of me, it didn’t.
“I don’t care.”
“You should.”
I didn’t.Not in the least. The only thing I cared about was doing to him what he’d done to me. That high. That rush. That bliss. I wanted to be that for him, my mouth watering at the memory.
Those faded eyes considered me for a long moment. I could see the battle etched on his face and silently hoped he believed me.
“I want to, Maverick,” I reiterated.Just in case.
“Give me your hand,” he ordered. I did, and he settled it on his hip. “Leave your hand there. If you want me to stop, tap twice.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“I mean it,” he continued. “Just because I like this, doesn’t mean you have to do it.”
“But—”
“No buts,” he cut me off. “There’s a lot we can do together or try together. If you don’t like this, it’s not a make-it-or-break-it kind of thing. Got it?”
“Yeah.” I nodded, my mind buzzing as I tried not to overthink it.
“And, Harley.” Maverick tilted my head back to make sure I was looking at him. “Just because I’m about to fuck that pretty mouth of yours like I don’t like you doesn’t mean I don’t.”
I didn’t have a chance to fully process his words before that fist in my hair tightened hard, my scalp stinging with the pull, and he thrust into my mouth. His dick hit the back of my throat and pushed further. My lips stretched wide around his girth, and salty precum flooded my tongue as I gagged at the sudden intrusion, my throat convulsing around him. But he didn’t stop until he was buried completely inside my mouth, his balls hitting my chin. The musky scent of him was overwhelming as his coarse hair tickled my nose.
He held me there for all of a second before dragging me off his cock. Strings of saliva stretched from my lips to his glistening shaft. I coughed, my chest heaving.
“Look at me,” Maverick ordered. My lashes fluttered against the water spilling off him as I tried to hold his gaze. My vision blurred from tears and steam, making it hard to focus on him. “Fuck, you look gorgeous on your knees, all flustered for me, princess.”
That certainly helped.The praise ignited something deep in my core.
“Breathe through your nose,” he said. “And relax. Trust me, you’ll get used to it.”
I trusted him as he thrust into my mouth, the snap of his hips hard enough to make my eyes burn with a spike of more tears. The relentless rhythm dragged his thick length over my tongue and pounded against the back of my throat.
“That’s my good boy,” he let out as I relaxed for him. The continued praise made me moan. “Do you know how pretty you look… you moaning around my dick like the needy princess you are?”
I didn’t know why, but all the words he was saying were working for me.Precum leaked from my slit as he fucked my mouth. Loud grunts and swears filled the bathroom, but I could barely hear anything over the rush of water and the sounds I was making. My gags turned into sloppy whimpers and whines, drool spilling down my chin with every thrust.
He wasn’t nice like he warned me. His grip was brutal, testing just how much my hair could take, while the pace he set was relentless. His hips snapped with a bruising force, and his balls slapped against my chin.But it turned me on.The way he was completely lost in the rush. Being used by him—my mouth nothing but a hole for his pleasure. Every sound that came out of him. I was high on it. On the wild array of sensations running wild on my nerves. On how his dick hit the back of my throat over and over, forcing reflexive swallows that milked his crown.
I was high on everything about Maverick.My mind was hazy with the overwhelming flood of sensations as my body trembled.
“Close your eyes,” he grunted through gritted teeth as he practically yanked me off of him. The sudden void left my jaw aching and my lips swollen and numb. The last thing I saw was how his fist moved faster, a blur of motion slick with my spit. He adjusted my head roughly, and the anticipation made my heart skitter. My core tightened; the heat pooling in my core had my dick begging to be touched.
Hot cum spilled on my face in thick spurts. Rope after rope landed warm and sticky across my cheeks, my forehead, my lips. His deep groan filled the small shower, guttural and drawn out. I almost came right there. My body was wired and ready to combust as every nerve screamed for release.
The fist in my hair loosened, and his thumb smeared over my sensitive lower lip. I flicked my tongue out on instinct. The teasing burst of salt had me wanting more. He hooked his thumb around the back of my teeth and used the force to pull me.
“Up,” Maverick ordered. I listened, letting him drag me to my feet while I squeezed my eyes shut. Even as he rotated me, he said, “Turn for me. Hands on the wall.”
The gruffness in his voice slid down my spine like liquid heat, raising chills despite the steam. So did the way he manhandled me. I liked his roughness. His directness. I liked being putty in his hands, molding to his will.
