“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” Maverick let out tightly. I faltered, needing a moment to catch my breath. He rubbed my thighs for reassurance. “Take your time, princess. We have all night.”
We may have had all night, but the intense need building inside me couldn’t wait that long. I needed to feel him moving inside me—to feel the lines of his cock touching me in all the places I craved.
I rocked forward gently, the visceral pleasure of his dick filling me elicited a ragged moan from me.Holy hell.I missed this. My hips moved at an unhurried, exploratory rate that tested me. The friction was an immediate, deep pleasure that sent liquid heat spiraling down my spine. I savored how each drop on his length coaxed a new sound from him—a gasp, a grunt, a whimper. Each one spurred me to do more.
“Faster, princess,” Maverick ordered. His fingers dug hard enough to leave bruises as he urged the direction of my movements. I eagerly obeyed, picking up the pace at which I rode him. His sigh of relief was everything. “Oh, that’s it…fuck, that’s it.”
Every downward thrust built the pressure in my body, making my legs tremble and my breath come out in quick pants. I lost myself in the raw, consuming rhythm. Heat surged through my body as the thick ridges of his crown stroked my prostate with every pass. My dick throbbed and leaked precum as it bounced between us.
Underneath me, Maverick’s chest heaved with quick breaths, and a hot flush spread over his chest. His brows furrowed together with the restraint he was clinging to. In one fast motion, he sat upright and wrapped an arm around my waist. I let out a gasp that he greedily ate up as his mouth slammed to mine. His tongue ravaged mine in a searing kiss. I tangled my fingers in his damp hair, clinging to him as he took over.
I surrendered to his furious control as he used my body as a vessel for his pleasure, chasing the release building inside him. The angle and brutal pace had me gasping against his mouth. I was so impossibly full of him as his cock slid in and out of my body, pushing impossibly deep. My body moved mindlessly against his and matched his every thrust with a need for more.God, I needed more.I was a livewire on the verge of exploding. My vision swam, and I couldn’t catch my breath.
My cock was trapped between us, but the friction between our bodies made my head spin. With each thrust, my hard length was squeezed, rubbed, and heated, igniting a kind of sparking sensation that took over every nerve in my body. It was dizzying. A low, desperate whimper escaped me as the pressure built inside me, becoming almost unbearable. My forehead tipped against his as I panted and gasped, my body trembling violently in his arms.
“Mav…” I rasped. I could barely get his name out before the world shattered. My balls seized up almost painfully. My body convulsed with the intensity as cum coated our bodies, smearingacross our chests and stomachs as he continued to thrust up into me.
Maverick’s body tensed, a growl vibrating in his chest as my release seemed to trigger his own. He dragged me down hard on his length, impaling me completely while his cock pulsated against my prostate. I clenched my muscles as his body shuddered, and he came inside me. He gasped and moaned, the sounds broken and catching in his throat.
My nerves felt raw in the aftermath. The dizzying, overwhelming sensation of everything had me overstimulated and hyperaware. My chest rose and fell against his as our breathing filled the silence. I slid one hand over his chest, seeking out the rapid beating of his heart and latching onto it momentarily.
“Stay,” Maverick whispered when I tried to lift off of him, his arm tightening around me. Something in the way he said it, soft and almost desperate, made it impossible for me to move. He needed me here, and so I stayed.
I breathed him in deep, using the thick scent of sweat and cum to stave off the reality of what I’d done.
CHAPTER 60
maverick
Water clung to my skin as we wandered back into Harley’s dark bedroom. The windows rattled faintly as the storm overhead picked up. The darkness and the rumble created a familiar, comfortable ambiance as we climbed into his bed. We hadn’t said much while we cleaned up, just small things as we passed a towel back and forth. It became clear Harley’s head was somewhere else, and I let him think. I pushed down the growingunease in my chest that everything was about to fall apart all over again.
I tried not to get ahead of myself. For all I knew, it was the come-down getting to him as the high wore off. That happened. Either way, I did my best not to interpret his silence as a bad thing. I collapsed on the bed with a long exhale, folding my arms behind my head and staring up at the ceiling. My body felt pleasantly heavy, as if every muscle was finally relaxed. It wouldn’t last long. It never did. I hadn’t been able to truly relax my entire life. I wasn’t about to start now.
The mattress dipped, and Harley crawled onto the bed, his body covering mine. The immediate weight and warmth coaxed a soft sigh out of me. His mouth found the hollow of my neck in a gentle press of a kiss that sent my heart lurching into my throat. If he noticed how I tensed slightly, he said nothing. Instead, he slowly worked his way down my body in faint kisses.
As he did, I studied him. The pensive expression was still there, even as he doted on me. I could see the way he was trying to lose himself in the moment—or run away from thoughts.
“Why are you so easy?” Harley murmured against my skin.
“Wow,” I drawled as I fisted his hair and pulled his head back up, staring at him. “It’s like that now, is it?”
He rolled his eyes, chuckling.
“You know what I mean.”
“I’ll have you know, I haven’t been with anyone since you,” I continued as I let him go. “And I was in prison. There were options.”
The words came out of me a lot easier than I expected to. It was a messy confession I should’ve kept to myself. My heart pounded harder, each beat louder than the last, like my body suddenly realized what I’d admitted out loud. A ripple of anxiety worked its way through my chest and settled under my skin. I didn’t want him to think that I was waiting for him. That kind ofpressure was unfair to him. The last thing I ever wanted was for Harley to feel trapped by a situation I created.
Those blue eyes watched me, as if taking me apart layer by layer and trying to figure me out. Seconds dragged on as we just stared at one another, the words hanging there between us. I did my best to keep my expression steady and unfazed—not to give away the tension creeping its way into my shoulders.
“I meant,” he continued, and his lips brushed over my hip, “why is being with you so easy?”
Relief flooded my system as he let the confession fall to the side.
“Is it though?” I asked. “We’re good at this part, and we’re not too bad at some of the other stuff, but as soon as life gets involved…”
I didn’t need to say more. Life had been cruel to both of us in different ways, tearing us apart when things started to feel right. It was hard to ignore that kind of evidence.
