As soon as I pulled his cock free, he knocked my hand aside. I started to protest, but his hand closed around his dick and mine while his hips rolled. That first slick feel of his cock thrusting against mine sent an electric jolt spiraling down my spine.Holy hell.The sound I let out was loud and broken, unrecognizable.
His palm slammed over my mouth, muffling the noise against his palm, and he forced my head to the side. His teeth dragged over my earlobe, making me whimper.
“Quiet now, princess,” Maverick ordered, his breath hot against my skin. The pace his hand set was slow and steady—pumping our joined cocks in rhythmic, twisting drags. Each pass of his rough fist over both our lengths threatened to take me out by the knees. The texture of his calluses only heightened every sensation. My hips thrust into his, desperate for more. “We wouldn’t want to disrupt the dinner party with those sexy noises of yours, would we?”
No, no, we didn’t want that.Still, the risk made every glide of his hand hotter. It was so damn hard to control myself when he touched me like this. The palm of his hand caught my desperate, pathetic whines as he continued stroking us.
“Fuck, you feel good, princess,” he whispered. His thumb swiped over our slits, spreading the beads of precum across both our dicks.
The way he had my head turned only allowed me to see little glimpses in the mirror—flashes of our flushed faces, our cocks nestled together in his fist, the press of his body against mine.It wasn’t enough.Frustration clawed its way through my chest. I tore away from his hold, fisted his long hair, and dragged his mouth to mine in a hungry but brief kiss.
“Don’t let them hear you,” he whispered, his voice holding a hint of warning. A warning about what would happen if I were too loud. Of what was on the other side of the door.But I realized that I didn’t give a fuck if anyone caught us.The thrill of what we were doing twisted through me. This was raw and dirty, scratching an itch I didn’t know I had.
“I want to see,” I admitted breathlessly as my gaze dropped to where his dick thrust against mine. There was a genuine fascination in how we fit together—how the crowns of our cocks flushed dark in his tight grip. He was a little thicker, I was a little longer, and yet, we melded together perfectly. His pleasure and mine became indistinguishable as I met his thrusts mindlessly.
“Do you see how fucking good we look together?” Maverick said. I let out a little sound, nodding. I was completely mesmerized by the erotic picture unfolding in his hand.
He shifted his angle, and the head of his cock caught perfectly under the ridge of mine. Every thrust struck the bundle of nerves under my crown, ripping a broken sound from me. Liquid heat pooled in my core, and my heart galloped.
I grasped his hips, urging him closer still as if there was any more space between us, my fingers digging into his skin. I kissed and licked every inch of him I could—his mouth, his jaw, his neck. The salty taste of his sweat on my tongue was a turn on I didn’t know existed as I devoured him.
I could barely think straight. See straight. Hear straight. I was a livewire of sensations flooding my system. My body was moving on autopilot as I chased my release with him, my dick swelling and my balls tightening. Every nerve screamed for the relief that only his hand could bring.
But it wasn’t instant. His hand worked us with expertise—thumb pressing together our ridges, twisting at the top to spike pleasure, bringing me right to the edge and leaving me teetering there. I was so damn close, my straining dick and his leaking precum all over both of us.
My chest heaved with rapid breaths that mirrored his ragged ones. The bathroom was too small. Too hot. My skin was flushed pink and beaded with sweat, the pleasure of his touch all-consuming and blinding.
“Please,” I begged. The edge of denial was maddening.
“Please, what?” Maverick panted. His hips stuttered against mine.
“Please.” I could barely get the words out, my breath catching in my throat. The coil in my core was impossible tight, wound up and ready to snap. “I need to…”
“Shirt up, princess,” he ordered, his voice tight. “Shirt up, or I’ll rip it off you.”
I fumbled to pull up my shirt, fabric bunching up to bare my abs to him, as his pace grew erratic in how his hand skated quickly over both our lengths. I barely managed to do so before his body stuttered against mine, and his muscles locked as he came with a low groan. The sight and feel of his hot cum shooting across my skin—thick ropes painting my stomach as his cock visibly pulsed—did me in. My release exploded through me, spilling across my stomach and mixing with his, as I bit my lip to keep from being loud.
His hand kept moving, slower and more pointed, milking every last shudder out of both of us. I sagged against the door while his head collapsed on my shoulder. We stood there, tangled together and panting in unison. His hand fell from our dicks and settled on my hip while I just clung to him to keep him close. There was a good chance I’d fall over if I let go, my legs jelly.
His lips found the hollow of my neck, soft and lingering, and I whimpered. The simple touch was explosive against my hypersensitive skin. All my nerves misfired all over the place. His deep chuckle vibrated against my neck as he kissed his way up.
“Still don’t give a fuck if anyone catches us?” he asked as he found my mouth in a lazy kiss.
“Hindsight is twenty-twenty,” I murmured. In the come-down, I actually cared a lot about whether or not anyone heard us. My pulse hammered with residual fear. This wasn’t the impression I wanted to make, and I didn’t want to begin to think about the fallout if anyone saw.
“Regret it?”
“No.”I’d never regret Maverick or anything we did together.I shook my head slightly as I repeated, “No. I don’t.”
That slow smile on his handsome face was the best reward I could ask for.
I reached for the towel, but he stopped me, his hand catching my wrist. Instead, he got down on his knees in front of me. I watched in complete fascination as his hands fanned over my hips. Leaning forward, his tongue swept over my stomach and followed the sporadic trail of dripping cum. The wet heat on my skin had me holding my breath, and my softening cock gave a weak twitch of excitement.
And when he stopped, letting the pool of our cum collect on his tongue?Why did the sight turn me on so much?
“Fuck, we taste good,” Maverick said with satisfaction after he swallowed. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. It left me just gaping as he continued to clean up our mess in methodical laps over every drop of cum on my body.
On the third pass, before he could swallow, I firmly grabbed his jaw. Those stormy eyes locked on mine as I struggled to verbalize the fact that I wanted to know what we tasted like. I wanted to experience it too.
