A thrill runs through me at Maverick’s text. The season is officially over, and after today, he won’t have to go to the stadium for a while. He grumbled a bit this morning as he was leaving to go in for locker clean out and some meetings, but then I surprised him with the news that I was able to get the next two weeks off as vacation time.
We get two weeks with zero responsibilities, nowhere to be, and nothing to do, except whatever we want. The possibilities are endless, but Maverick made it clear what he wants to do.
When I suggested we go away somewhere, he simply laughed and said I was crazy if I thought he was going to let me get out of bed.
I’m certainly not going to complain about that idea…
So while he went to the stadium, I ran around doing some last-minute errands. Groceries, a leg wax, and a quick lunchwith my mom, who badgered me about bringing Maverick over for dinner again.
I promised her we would, at some point. Just not anytime in the next few days.
Now I’m home, anxiously waiting for him to get here. And his text means I have less than half an hour before that happens. I double-check Cat’s got food and water and move the wine I had chilling in the freezer into the fridge in case we lose track of time.
That makes me smile.We’re absolutely going to lose track of time…
I hurry into the bathroom for a quick shower. When I walk into the bedroom, I close the door to keep Cat out and put on the dark teal lingerie set I bought because it reminded me of the Tridents’ team colours. Then I grab one of his jerseys out of the closet and put that on top.
I know he said he expects me to be naked, but I have a sneaking suspicion he’ll like this just as much.
With time to kill, I try to decide on a pose, flipping from my side onto my stomach, then over to my back. But nothing feels sexy or comfortable, and I can feel myself getting stressed out by trying to decide. And that’s not sexy at all. I need to relax or I’ll be a nervous wreck by the time he gets here.
Lying back on the bed, I open the bedside drawer and take out my favourite vibrator. Glancing at my phone, I figure I’ve got enough time to take the edge off before he gets here.
I tug my panties off, setting them to the side, and let my eyes close as I take in a slow breath.
“Okay. Just a quickie. Then I’ll be fine.”
The toy touches my skin and I sag into the mattress. Oh yeah, this is exactly what I need. I run it up and down my sex, keeping it on low, just teasing for a minute, the way Maverick does sometimes with his tongue. Of course, as soon as I think of that, of him, my arousal jumps.
“Mmm,” I let out a soft moan as I circle my clit with the toy, alternating how much pressure I apply, drawing out the sensations. I play for a bit, not wanting to climb too high too fast. I have to bite my lip when I hold it in one spot for too long, feeling the familiar thrill of an oncoming orgasm start to flood my body. I lift the toy away with a gasp, blood rushing in my ears.
Smiling to myself, I lower it back down to edge myself some more. This feels deliciously naughty, playing while I wait for him to get home. It’s something I never would have done before Maverick. But he’s helped me discover this sexy side, and I absolutely love it.
My eyes have fluttered closed again, and I’m lost in sensation as I tease my clit, bringing my fingers into play, dipping in and out in shallow thrusts that feel good, but nowhere near as amazing as Maverick’s thick, blunt digits.
I guess more time passes than I realize, because when the door to the bedroom opens, I shriek, my heart racing for more than one reason.
“What’s going on, Specs?” Maverick growls and raises his hands to hold onto the door frame as he sears me with his gaze. “I thought I told you to be naked.”
I let the vibrator fall from my hand, not missing the way his eyes track it, growing even darker with lust. I rise up on my kneesand make my way to the end of the bed before giving him a smirk.
“You did. But I thought you might like this instead.” I spin around, tossing my hair over one shoulder, revealing my back with his name on full display.
“Fucking hell,” he croaks. Then hands land on my hips, gathering up the bottom hem of his jersey and lifting it. “And you’re naked underneath?”
“Not quite,” I whisper, turning my head to look at him. “But I took my panties off.”
“Couldn’t wait?”
I give my head a tiny shake, and he leans down to catch my earlobe between his teeth. “You’re the sexiest thing in the entire fucking world, you know that?”
He backs away, and a whimper escapes me.
“Fuck. I love you, Sadie.” His whisper is soft, full of wonder and so much adoration it’s at odds with the dirty words he said a moment ago. Then his bare chest is pressed against my back, his tattooed arms that make me feel the safest I’ve ever been wrapped around me, and his lips have landed on my neck.
“I love you, too,” I murmur back, reaching my hands behind me to tangle in his curls.
Together we fall onto the bed, and I let Maverick maneuver us until I’m on my back and he’s on his side next to me. He hooks his finger in the front of his jersey, right above the top button. “Tell me. Did you choose this one so I’d have to open you like a present?”
