His palms ran over my ribcage, rough and possessive as his thumbs traced the dips in my bones. I shuddered with my body screaming for more. One hand slid up my spine and tangled in my hair while the other wrapped around my dick, fingers encircling my throbbing length in a firm grip that ripped a gasp from my raw throat. The simple contact had my hips thrusting forward to chase the friction.
“Not yet, princess,” he said, and his touch lightened to a torturous tease. He turned my head hard to the side and dragged his teeth over my earlobe. I moaned, leaning into him. “You like that?”
I let out an affirmative sound, and he repeated it.
“Louder, Harley,” he said. His grip tightened on my dick as he stroked me quickly. His hand glided over my length with ease, twisting around my crown with each pass. My heart stuttered violently, and the noise I let out was anything but human. He praised, “That’s my good boy.”
I whined—actually whined—at his words, the sound borderline humiliating.What the hell was wrong with me?They were just words, but holy hell. They flooded my veins with fire and made my cock swell in his fist.
His rough grip was euphoric, and the calluses on his fingers added a level of pleasure I didn’t know how to describe. The dragging texture along every inch from base to tip made my toes curl against the wet floor. My body moved of its own accord, matching his pace thrust for thrust.
I was right there, teetering on an edge that threatened to obliterate me, when he removed his hand. The sudden absence of stimulation was an assault on my system.
“Not yet, princess,” Maverick told me with a bite to my neck. The sharp sting pulled a hiss out of me. “I’m not done with you yet—not until you can’t stand, and you can’t even say my name.”
My head fell forward as I gasped, my breath scraping against my lungs. Everything was on fire. My skin prickled with need and frustration while my cock ached viciously with after-denial spasms. I was hot and cold and practically disoriented with the flood of heat rushing through my body. My thighs shook, and my knees threatened to buckle.It was too much.My mind struggled to catch up and stay in the moment, overwhelmed by the raw intensity coiling inside me.
As soon as my breathing began to even out, Maverick’s hand wrapped around my dick once more. The renewed grip shot straight to my balls in a wild mix of pain and pleasure. I whimpered, high and broken. I bit down on my lower lip as I tried to stay focused on the way he stroked me, but it was hard.Too hard.The overstimulation bordered on torment, my frayed nerves painfully misfiring.
“I don’t,” I gasped, my body shaking. “Please.”
“Please, what?” he demanded.
“It’s too much,” I whimpered. “I can’t… ”
“Okay,” he whispered, his entire tone changing. The hand in my hair loosened. Instead of fisting my hair, he cradled my head. His lips pressed to my temple, soft and grounding. His breath was warm and steady against my skin. “Do you want to stop completely? Or…”
“I just…” I struggled to vocalize it, my throat tight with humiliation and relief.How did I explain the way he was doing that had me so overwhelmed that it hurt?So much so that Ididn’t want to do anything anymore, the intensity crashing over me like a wave too big to ride. “I don’t like that… it’s too much.”
“Okay.” His arm anchored around my chest as he held me close, and nothing else. Just steady support as I fought my own body. The quiet sound of his breathing filled my ears in a calming rhythm.
My ears burned with embarrassment, and heat flooded my face.This was stupid.I couldn’t do one thing he liked. Not to mention killing the whole mood. Maybe I really was broken.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
“Don’t be, Harley,” Maverick said. His lips brushed against my shoulder. “You’re bound to have things you don’t like. Everyone does.”
“But you like it,” I reminded him a little pathetically.
“And you don’t,” he replied simply. “That matters.”
“Are you sure?”
“I get you. That’s the only thing that matters,” he assured me. “Now, let’s get that pretty face of yours cleaned up, and I’ll make you breakfast.”
CHAPTER 26
maverick
Harley wearing my shirt was a memory that’d be forever etched in my mind. Hell, I didn’t give a fuck if I ever got the shirt back as long as he was the one in it.
After what happened in the shower, I doted on him. I did everything in my power to make sure he was okay. While it was mostly about him, a tiny part of me was selfish. I wanted to keep him. I didn’t want what happened to be the reason Harley and I didn’t work. I didn’t care if he wasn’t into the same kinks I was.To be honest, I didn’t give a fuck if we never had sex. If that made him happy, so be it. I had a hand. I just wanted him.
Breakfast was simple—and I didn’t pour alcohol in his cereal.I definitely put some in mine when he wasn’t looking.It took the edge off for what I knew was coming. Aidan’s truck had been parked across the drive less than half an hour ago. Thankfully, he hadn’t come to the door and started shit, but he was just outside. I knew what kind of bullshit was waiting for me. It was only a matter of time.
“Hey,” I began when Harley reached for the door. I took his hand and pulled him toward the kitchen with me. “I wanted to give you something.”
“Okay.” He stood there patiently as I dug through my junk drawer. Admittedly, I should’ve thought about this before and had it ready, but I was running on my impulses at this point.Usually, I was where Harley was concerned.
