“Are you going to continue or just stare at it?” Harley asked.
“You’ve turned into a smartass, princess,” I commented while wrapping my hand around the base of his dick. “I kind of like it.”
I didn’t give him a chance to say another word as I went right back to torturing him with my tongue. My mouth worked him in a relentless rhythm of suction and glide. I kept my eyes on his face, even when his head dropped back once more. I catalogued every tick of his jaw and loud moan he let out. I found new ways to make him unravel, like when I lightly grazed the ridge of his crown with my teeth. His breathing grew shallow, coming out in rapid, broken sounds, and his knuckles turned white with the restraint of holding onto the counter.
His hips thrust forward in a wordless plea for more. I met his urgency with my own, sucking deeper and taking him in my throat. I swallowed around him and drank up the cry he let out. I alternated between teasing the head of his cock with my tongue while I stroked him and taking all of him in my mouth. His body trembled, and his dick swelled in my mouth, growing harder as he raced toward his release.
The sight of him like this, teetering on an edge I knew I could bring him to, was almost enough to make me come. My cock leaked against my boxers in a silent scream to be touched. I wanted him so bad, but I wanted to break him apart more. I wanted his cum on my tongue and my name bouncing off the kitchen walls.
Some sadistic part of me wanted to remind him of what he’d been missing over the last six years—that only I knew how to work him over like this.
“Mav… please, I’m… ” Harley whimpered. Reaching between his legs, I gave his balls a light squeeze. A broken cry tore free from his throat, and I did it again. “Oh, holy fucking shit.”
My tongue coiled around him as I bobbed up and down his length, picking up speed. I drew him into my throat and swallowed around him one last time. Hot cum spilled onto my tongue as he fell apart, my name falling off his lips in a loud chant.
I sucked him dry, drinking every last drop of cum he gave me. I let the taste of him carve out a new memory because there was no way in hell I wanted to forget the look on his face as I ruined him with just my tongue. When he had nothing left and sagged against the countertop, I lazily cleaned the length of his dick until he began to soften. His fingers threaded gently through my hair as his hooded gaze tracked my every move.
I could see the euphoric bliss settle over him, his muscles melting and his mind slowing.
“Don’t tap out on me now, princess,” I said with a grin. “I’m not done with you yet.”
CHAPTER 59
harley
My cock, slick from his mouth, still throbbed as my need for him didn’t subside in the least. It was as if something long dormant had reawakened within me, a reminder of just how deeply he affected me. I wanted to lock myself away from the world and disappear forever.
The minute he got to his feet, I dragged him to me, my mouth claiming his. His response was visceral and instant. Hisbody crowded mine, and the brush of his jeans against my hypersensitive cock made me groan.
“Upstairs?” I asked breathlessly. He dragged his teeth over my lower lip, biting playfully.
“Do you want to go upstairs and ride my cock, princess?” he replied. He nipped at my jaw, and his mouth trailed down my neck. The way he licked and sucked at my pulse made me shudder. It was impossible to think straight when he did things like that. He leaned back enough to catch my gaze. The intensity in his eyes made my blood boil and my dick thicken. “Or do you want me to bend you over and fuck you right here?”
My heart leapt in my chest.What kind of question was that?Was both an answer?
“It’s fun to watch your brain work,” he mused. Leaning forward, I kissed him. The initial emotional high was waning, leaving a comfortable buzz in its wake. I didn’t want to rush it. I wanted to take my time with him—to savor our time together.
“Upstairs,” I whispered.
“Whatever you want, princess,” Maverick said. He grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me with him. I stumbled with my pants around my knees, making him chuckle.
It wasn’t graceful in the least. We fumbled our way through the house, bumping into furniture and tossing clothes everywhere. We stumbled through the condom conversation, opting for nothing between us, and Maverick stopped long enough to grab the lube packet in his wallet—I sure as hell didn’t have anything in the house. I was too distracted by him to think too hard about the fact that he carried it with him and who he would’ve used it with.
Instead, I focused on him. I couldn’t stop touching him. My hands kept finding new places to explore, tracing the shape of him as I tried to memorize this new version of him. Maverick had always been strong, but this was different from what Iremembered. There was something rougher and more rugged about him in the muscles he’d gained. My fingers followed the lines of his shoulders, the dips in his waist, and the broad span of his abs.
I caught myself studying the small things, searching for the newness in this version of him, as he did the same. It made my chest tighten in a way that had everything to do with rediscovering a person I never stopped wanting.
By the time we dropped onto my bed, my head was already spinning. There was no snark or banter as the mood shifted to unfiltered hunger. I crawled on top of him, my lips drifting up his neck. His hands slid lazily down my ribcage and over my hips. The touch was light, almost absentminded, but it sent a ripple of sensation through me. My skin prickled under his fingers, every nerve sparking pleasantly. My dick throbbed between us with a renewed demand for more of him.
I kissed him again, slower and with intention, letting it linger. His lips parted easily, and my tongue met his, tasting myself on him. That little notion was hot as hell. My hands slid along his jaw, holding him there, as I deepened the kiss. My hips rolled against his, my dick gliding across the hard ridges of his. The sound he made shot straight to my balls.
“You’re fucking killing me,” Maverick muttered against my mouth. He threw his arm out, slapping around the nightstand where he’d dropped the lube. I didn’t offer to help and just focused on kissing every inch of him. I smiled against his skin, enjoying the little frustrated noise he let out.
Eventually, he managed to grab it, and I sat back. I watched with eager anticipation as he tore it open and coated his dick with lube. It’d been six years since I did anything with anyone. I should’ve paused to have prep, but I didn’t want to. I just wanted the stretch and burn of feeling him inside me. I needed that sensation, that connection.
Bracing on his chest, I resituated over him. My body thrummed with my need, and his hips shifted slightly in a subtle demand. My gaze locked with his while I deliberately lowered onto him. A half-choked moan tore from me as the head of his cock pressed against my entrance. The familiar burn lit my nerves on fire with the stretch of my body around him.
My breath hitched in my throat as I pressed down on him. That slow stretch inch by inch was delicious torture as my body accommodated his cock. I’d forgotten just how thick he was. His fingers dug into my thigh in a way that was grounding and needed. Some version of his name broke on my lips while his head fell back on the pillow with a loud groan when my ass settled flush against his hips.
