“Yes.” My voice is practically begging now.
“Take your shirt off.”
I don’t think. I just do as he says, throwing my shirt behind me.
“Fuck, Chloe,” he grunts.
My fingers move on their own accord, latching around the claps of the pink lace covering my chest. I unhook and slide it down my arms, letting it pool at my feet.
His breath grows ragged as his pace quickens and I don’t know where to look. The strength in his forearms, the tension curling through his abs, or the impressively hard length of him.
Before I can think better of it, I reach for the backs of his thighs. His eyes find mine, recognition hitting him, and his grip tightens along the back of my neck.
“Chlo,” he breathes. “You gonna let me fuck that sweet little mouth of yours?”
“I want it to be an accurate representation of what you’ve been thinking about.”
For the first time, his eyes fall shut, like he’s holding back his restraint, but I wet my bottom lip, desperate for him to lose it.
I use my hold on him to pull myself forward and wrap my lips around him. My tongue slides through his slit at the tip and he jerks at the sensation.
“Fuck,”he grits out.
My cheeks hollow as I work him in and out, and I do something I’ve never done. I slide him to the back of my throat and peer up at him through my lashes, meeting his gaze.
I swirl my tongue and moan, and Maverick sucks air in between his teeth before gently pulling the hair at the back of my head. He uses his hold on me to buck his hips forward and back. He treats my mouth like his own personal play thing, and I take him as far back as I can, using my hand for the length that won’t fit.
His legs flex beneath my touch, and I gag as he thrusts further and deeper. I want more, though. I’ve never taken someone apart like this, and I can’t get enough.
“I’m going to come.”
“Mmm,” I moan around him again, and the vibration is enough that he pulls my hair, sliding out of my mouth. I’m left surprised, with my mouth still open, as he gives himselftwo rough strokes, before filling my open mouth with hot, slick spurts of his cum.
“Swallow it, Chloe.”
His breathing is uneven, but when I close my mouth, swallow, and then run my tongue along the length of my bottom lip, licking up every last drop, I swear he stops breathing entirely.
31
maverick
Silas leansover the table beside me, resting his head in the crook of his elbow.
“What’s the matter, Milly? Date keep you up last night?”
“Not mine,” he mumbles into the fabric of his sweatshirt. “I passed out early last night, but woke up when I heard someone leave around ten.” He stretches his arms overhead.
“Early? Eight p.m. is your normal bedtime, who are you trying to fool?” I ask, ignoring his roundabout way of saying he knows I had someone over.
After cleaning Chloe up last night, she quickly threw her clothes back on, and to my disappointment, found the exit. I’m not sure if she was flustered, or she left because she thought I would expect that, but for the first time in my life, I wanted someone to stay. I wanted her in my bed with me.
“Speaking of early…” he yawns, “I’ve noticed I’ve not been the only one up before the sun this last week.”
I grab a pen from the cup on the table between us, for no other reason than to have something to do with my hands. I balance the end of it against the tip of my finger before flicking it around my thumb once, and thankfully, Noah arrives.
“Boys.” He pulls the beanie off his head and unzips his black jacket. “It’s warm in here,” he says, looking around the arena meeting room like it personally offended him.
I follow his gaze around the room where everything from the walls to the chair cushions are decorated in Lion’s green with the exception of the gold mascot painted on the wall.
