harley
Ididn’t go home. It was a bad choice—I knew that. I was just too raw and broken to go back and face my mother right now.Hell, I wasn’t even sure I’d go home in time to deal with Vivienne either.Eventually, my deviance would come back to bite me in the ass, but I didn’t care.
Rather, I didn’t feel much at all. Breaking down in the boat had left me drained and feeling empty, my nerves fried beyond recognition. I was stuck so far inside my head that I didn’t knowhow to get out. And so, I went home with Maverick, where I knew I’d be safe. His hand never left mine as he drove us home, his thumb stroking absent-minded circles into my skin. He only let go long enough for me to walk around the back of his car. I trailed behind him, lost and floating.
He shut and locked the door, leaving us in the quiet of his dark living room. His hand tightened in mine as his lips brushed against my cheek. Every touch and every kiss sparked something inside me—something that came alive and didn’t feel like all the awful emotions I was used to.
“Tell me what you need, Harley,” Maverick whispered.
“I just want to feel… something,” I told him. The words felt pathetic even as I said them, the vulnerability overwhelming. I didn’t even know what I was asking for. I just wanted to feel something other than the numbness.
His fingers brushed gently through the hair at my temple, and I leaned into him. The tingle of his nails against my scalp was comforting as his fingers combed through my hair and curled around the back of my head. His lips touched mine, and the sigh of relief I let out was audible.I needed this.
My mouth moved against his in a slow kiss that grounded me and set me on fire from the inside out, heat blooming in my core and my dick stirring against my jeans. The way something presumably so simple could threaten to undo me so easily was a concept I’d never understand.
“Come on,” he said softly. Hand in hand, I followed him to the bedroom and let him peel the damp clothes off of me. Between each piece, his lips found my skin. He kissed the hollow of my throat, nipped at my collarbone, and traced the line of my neck with his tongue. The heat of his mouth was a stark contrast to the sudden cold without my clothes. My skin prickled, and my nerves misfired, the sensation making my mind go blissfully blank.
“Don’t stop,” I murmured, my head tipping back to give him better access. My fingers anchored onto his body, finding purchase wherever they could.His shoulders, his arms, his hips.
I was putty in his hands as I melted, letting every touch and every kiss pull me further out of the dark place I had lost myself in. Precum gathered on the slit of my throbbing dick as my need to feel something turned into my need for him.His kiss, his taste, his touch.I wanted to drown in him until everything about him canceled out the awful shit I didn’t want to face.
Maverick turned me fast, one arm locking around my middle. My back pressed against his chest, and the sudden shift made my pulse spike with anticipation. His teeth sank into my neck as he walked me toward the bed. When my knees hit the mattress, he pushed me down onto my stomach. I went without hesitation as he nudged apart my thighs. My knees spread wide, and the position put me on display for him. That single realization turned me on more.
His hands smoothed up my sides, his warm palms scathing against my skin. His teeth sank into my ass with a bite guaranteed to bruise. I let out a sharp hiss, squirming with the shock of it.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy, princess,” Maverick said. His tongue ran up the curve of my spine in a move that shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was. “The things I want to do to this body of yours.”
I swallowed hard at the notion. I wanted whatever filthy thoughts were in his head—whatever he was thinking about doing to me.
One hand pressed between my shoulder blades to hold me in place, the weight pinning my chest to the bed, as he reached for the nightstand and grabbed lube from the drawer.
“Spread your legs wider for me, Harley,” he ordered as he knelt behind me. “Let me see that pretty ass of yours.”
I did what he asked, hesitantly.
“That’s it… a little bit wider.” He palmed my ass cheeks, spreading them open, as I opened my legs more. Before I could say anything, the wet heat of his tongue pressed against my crease and ran up to the base of my spine.
“Oh.” I groaned loudly with the wild array of sensations sparking down my spine. My muscles clenched around nothing while my cock leaked against the sheets. It was new and different, but it felt so damn good.
“Do you like my tongue on your ass, princess?”
“Yes,” I said, my fingers curling into the sheets. He did it again, his tongue slowing over my sensitive bud. He circled my rim of muscles in teasing passes. I clenched on instinct as my breath hitched hard in my throat.
“I want you to fuck yourself on my tongue,” he replied. The words were a sharp blade cutting through the haze in my mind.
“What?” I asked dumbly.He couldn’t possibly mean…
“You heard me.” His tongue continued to my hole. “Rock back on my tongue, princess. Show me how greedy you can be.”
Before I could process his words fully, his tongue pushed through that tight ring of muscles without resistance.
“Oh, holy shit…” I exclaimed as his tongue swirled around my clenching muscles, stroking my sensitive nerves in a way I was unprepared for. His tongue curled and thrust shallowly, and it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
I succumbed to every spark washing over me and rocked back against him, greedily fucking myself on his tongue. It was sinful and impossibly hot how he held my ass open to devour me. The low, hungry hums he let out vibrated against my skin while his spit dripped over my balls. My dick was trapped between my stomach and the sheets, creating a friction that amped me up in a way I couldn’t begin to imagine.
“More,” I gasped.
“What was that?” Maverick asked.
