When I said I hadn’t thought about Nathan in weeks, the quiet truth was that I’ve spent almost every moment thinking about the man on his knees before me. The way he pays attention but never makes a show about it. How he makes space for me like I was always meant to be here. The effortless way he’s been taking my breath away long before this moment.
His frosty blue eyes darken as they hold mine, and I physically feel the hum in the air as something unspoken passes through us.
“Anything else?”
His hands are already resting on my knees, but at my words, his thumbs press in a little tighter, inching higher up my inner thighs. If I wasn’t aware of him before, there is no denying him now as the touch of his fingers sends shivers up my spine.
“When I see you wearing those little cropped T-shirts—” His gaze drops to my chest and he bites down on his bottom lip, turning it pale as he drinks me in. “And your dusty pink nipples poke through the fabric, I think about how they would feel between my fingers…and in my mouth.”
My lips part on a shaky breath, and the way his gaze follows the movement sets my skin on fire. “Whenever you do that,” he lifts a hand, his thumb brushing slowly along my bottom lip, and I forget how to breathe, “I think about the night we kissed,” he murmurs. “I think about when the universe will deem me worthy enough to get to do it again.” I sit perfectly still, soaking in every word he’s saying. Heat blooms across my cheeks before traveling low in my core, but I don’t have time to steady myself before he speaks again. “I think about the sounds this mouth would make. And how my cock would look sliding between these perfect full lips.”
Maverick lowers his hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, anchoring me. “I think about the pads of these fingers digging into my back as you leave your mark on me.”
His thumb drifts up my inner thigh, slow and deliberate, and my body responds without a single thought. My legs part just enough to make room for him and to silently tell him to keep going.
“I think about these legs,” he continues, sliding his hands down, pressing firmly against my calves. “These petite but strong legs—” His grip tightens in a way that can only be described as possessive. “Wrapped around my waist as your heels dig into my back, urging me forward because you can’t get enough of me.”
A shiver tears through me as his rough callouses trace upward, following the curves of my legs, my hips, my waist. When he reaches my face, cradling my jaw, my breath stutters. He tips my head back just enough that I can feel the warmth of his breath on my lips when he whispers, “And when I fist my cock in the shower, panting your name as mycum runs down the shower wall, I wonder if you ever think about me, too.”
My heart rate quickens and the heat coursing my body consumes me. Everywhere Maverick touches me feels like a branding. Not just his hands on my skin, but I feel it down to my core. No one has ever spoken to me like this before.
I can’t tell if it’s because no one has ever seen me the way he seems to, or because in this moment, I finally feel the difference between being wanted and being truly desired. It’s subtle, but with Nathan it was always about the attention he gave me, whereas with Maverick there’s intention behind everything.
For the first time that I can ever remember, I don’t just feel open, but I feel brave.
“Show me.”
Maverick’s eyes bounce between mine, like he’s trying to decide whether I’m serious or not. After a moment, when I don’t say anything else, he slowly lets go of my face, standing to his full height. His arms reach over his head, pulling his sweater off in one fluid motion, and suddenly, there’s nowhere safe to look. He’s all weight and strength, solid muscle packed tight beneath his skin. My eyes trace lower to the sharp V carved into his hips, but it’s his wrist that knocks the air from my lungs. Hugging his wrist, blue like the morning sky just when the sun breaks, is my scrunchie.
“Tell me to stop.” He strokes the outline of his cock through his shorts with one hand and tucks his other thumb into his briefs with the other.
I don’t want to look away, but I also feel like I absolutely can’t be watching this. I peer up at him through my lashes and shake my head once.
Something deep reverberates from the back of his throat, and I drop my gaze just in time to see the tendons in his hand flex.
He pulls the waistband up and over, and my eyes widen when he grips the full length of himself.
“Holy shit, Mav. You’re—” The words die and mouth falls open as he grips the tip, giving himself a tight squeeze.
“Say it.”
“You’re huge.”
His hand slides down his length, so slowly it’s as if he’s giving me time to change my mind again.
I don’t. Instead, I wet my bottom lip, and the slow curve of the corner of his mouth tells me he likes that.
“Tell me, Chloe.” He strokes himself, measured and with restraint. “Would you scream my name?”
I try to respond, but I lose all train of thought when I notice the pool of precum now leaking from his tip. I squeeze my legs together, desperate for any kind of friction there. My hands twitch, and I can’t tell which need is heavier, the one to touch myself or the one to take over for him.
“Would you beg for it?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
His fist picks up the face, faster now, and each breath he takes comes out low and uneven. It’s raw and nothing like the easy calm I’ve come to know from him. He’s unraveling for me.Becauseof me.
“I’d be so fucking greedy for you, Chloe baby,” he murmurs. “Would you let me fuck you in all the ways I’ve imagined?” He reaches for my neck, fingers spreading down my throat, and his thumb catches my bottom lip.
