No, there wasn't a thing in the world that could have prepared me for what Maverick Davis looks like when he's let go of his fierce control. To see him let his guard down while everything he has kept locked deep inside him was finally able to break free, creating an almost tangible electricity around the room that whips, rolls, and pings across my body with just the heated connection of our stares.
It is the most beautiful thing I have ever felt in my life. He no longer has an air about him that screams lost, wounded, and withdrawn. He, standing in the middle of my girly bedroom, looks like he has found the purpose for his heart. And that purpose is me and me alone. I feel the sob clawing up my throat before I can even do anything to stop it, the sound choking me the second it bursts through my lips.
He grabs the shirt that's still bunched under his arms and with a grunt, pulls it over his head and throws it somewhere to the side. His chest heaves as he prowls to the end of my bed, the bronze tan of his skin looking darker in the muted light the moon casts through the open windows.
When he is close enough, his hands make quick methodical work of pulling off my boots and socks, letting them fall to the floor. I push off the bed and scoot to the end, wrapping my fingers around the heavy buckle on his belt. I glance up, through my lashes, and wait to see the flash in his eyes before I pull the thick leather through the loop. My hands push between his jeans and the thin layer of his boxer briefs, dragging them down his thick thighs.
His nostrils flare, the only warning I get before he pounces, moving with the strength and agility only an athlete can master, and even with his jeans around his knees, he has no trouble maneuvering my body to get what he wants.
What he needs.
What I need.
What we crave.
25
MAVERICK
"The Only One Who Gets Me" by Charles Kelley
I'm on fire.
The blood that is rushing and roaring through my overstimulated and deprived body makes me feel like I'm seconds away from exploding. Literally, it's as though Leigh keeps sparking new flames through my body. Fuck, I almost came in my pants when she bit down on my neck. But somehow I held back. Kept my control. It wasn't until just now that I knew holding that control was futile.
I almost trip, the pants stuck on the top of my boots, resting right at my knees. I'm not even sure if I'll be able to stop long enough to get them off. The only thing I can see right now is her.
Leighton's hands slip under my arms and I feel them press against my back. Almost like a ripple effect, all the muscles start to spasm and constrict. I've never, not in my whole fucking life, felt something as powerful as the two of us together. Not even fully naked, and my chest is so tight it's hard to breathe through the emotion that is building there. My heart feeling like it's beating for the first time. Pressing my forehead to hers, I close my eyes and try to calm the wild thumping.
I've never given anyone this part of me. Not a single person would have ever gotten it. This part of me, the part that was made for her, has been locked up and guarded so tight that I feel complete and utterly vulnerable. The unnerving feelings that brings forth leave me defenseless with the enormity of this moment.
It's the most beautiful kind of terror a person will ever experience.
Her hands start to roam, soothingly, and I open my eyes to gaze down at her. Her face is soft and her eyes are full of love. The gates have been opened, and what she's giving me in this moment is everything I was always too afraid to dream of. I knew, every day that we were apart, that if I never had this, I would be lost forever. Nothing would ever be able to bring me back.
Slowly, I roll to my side and sit up. My boots hit her wood floor first, followed silently by my socks, and then the heavy clang of my belt buckle hitting the floor. With my elbows on my knees, I exhale loudly and drop my chin to my chest. I was so lost with my mind, attempting to regain just a sliver of control over my body back, that I didn't even hear her move. One dainty hand presses against the middle of my back seconds before her soft body curves against my side, rubbing in soothing circles while I get my bearings. Her lips press soft kisses all over my shoulder and bicep. My cock jumps with each press of her mouth against my overheated flesh.
Lifting my head, I look over my shoulder. Her eyes are closed, the content pleasure that she feels from just touching me, though, is still written all over her face. I continue to watch her, leveled to the fucking ground with how beautiful she is right now.
"Leigh," I say hoarsely. Her lids slowly lift and she looks up at me almost like she's drunk and can't focus. I clear my throat. "Come here, baby."
She moves quickly, her leg swinging over mine, and then she settles her ass in my lap. Words aren't spoken, but we move synchronized, both of us knowing what the other wants without voicing it. Her dress is pulled over her head by my hands while hers work on unsnapping her bra. By the time the white dress had fluttered to the ground, my lips were wrapped around one of her nipples as I took the other and squeezed gently with my hand. My other hand went behind her back to pull her chest closer to my face. Her hands start pushing through my hair, running from the top of my head to the base of my neck. Switching my mouth to the other nipple, I move my hands to her hips and press down. She lets out a low whine when the hardness of my cock presses against her panties. Even though the barrier isn't much, I want it gone.
Releasing her tit with a loud pop, I look down our bodies. Her flat stomach tightening with each roll of her hips. The desperation to feel more evident in her heavy pants.
"Lift up, darlin'," I huskily request of her.
Her legs tremble against my thighs and I look up at her. She has her bottom lip pulled in and her teeth biting down on it hard. Her wild eyes begging me for what she wants. My hands go to her panties and with more help than I thought she would be capable of, she helps lift each leg so I can drag them down and drop them to the pile of clothes on the floor.
With her still lifted up, I lay back and hook my finger in my boxer briefs and pull them past my ass. She follows the movement with her eyes, and thank fuck she did, because I'm so hard I can't get them over my cock. Her hands come out and gently, so fucking gently, she lifts the band and helps free me. I pull them the rest of the way to my knees, but with her legs still spread around me I have to stop. My cock standing straight up and the sight before me has me so fucking turned on it twitches once before slapping her in the stomach softly.
Even though the light from the moon gives us plenty to see clearly, I need more. I don't want to miss a second of this, and fuck me, I'm going to make sure I have the clearest images burned into my brain for the rest of my goddamn life.
"Hold on," I huff, taking her in my arms and standing. Her pussy opens and wraps around the thickness of my cock. I look down, seeing the angry red tip peeking up at me. I almost forget my intention at the sight.
With a groan, I kick my briefs down my leg and off before walking back to the doorway and flipping the switch to bring her overhead lighting on. The harshness of the bright lighting makes me blink a few times, but when I focus back on the woman in my arms I'm beyond pleased that I took the time to turn the light on.
She's the picture of desire. The hunger I feel for her amps up. The itch just under my skin starts to simmer when her hands roam across whatever part of my body she can touch. However, the demand I feel to sink into her body takes a backseat as we continue to study each other. It turns into something new, something indescribable, licking up my spine and making me gasp when it becomes too much to bear. We're as close as we can be without fusing our bodies together, and with her heart beating just as wildly against my sweat-slicked skin, I realize what this new need is.
And I know the second I get it, I will never be the same again.
Walking back to the bed, I lay us softly down onto the mattress. Keeping our bodies together, but this time closing my eyes and taking her mouth. She opens immediately, a sigh of happiness escaping her lips and letting my tongue in. I
kiss her deeply and slowly, pouring everything I feel into that kiss. Our tongues tangle, gliding against each other with slow sweeps. I feel her hands shaking as she runs them up and down my back sluggishly. Her legs trembling around my hips until she's no longer able to keep them locked tight, letting them fall against the mattress, and opening up her pussy even more for my thick cock. I groan, feeling her wetness coat me as I start to glide through, thrusting slowly. Each time I rub against her clit, she whines. With one more sweep of my tongue, I pull back and look down at her, my eyes widening when I see the tears falling from her eyes and down to the bed.
Her sobs are silent, and despite the tears, she smiles up at me. Her arms move, and then I feel her hands frame my face. She blinks a few times before knocking the air out of my lungs with her words.
"I love you, Maverick Austin Davis. I loved you then. I love you now. I'll love you always."
There it is. All of her. And finally, with that, I've found all of me.
"I, God," I breathe, closing my eyes while her words wash over me before opening them again. "I love you right back, Leighton. Loved you then. Love you always."
Her breath hitches, more tears fall and fuck me, they aren't just her tears.
"I'll never let you go again." She hiccups.
"I never want to go."
Lifting my hips, not looking away, I sink into her body. Each inch that enters her makes her moan a little louder. When I'm all the way in, my balls tight against the wetness running from her body, I take her mouth again. This time there is no slow buildup--I take her like a starved man. My hips go from lazy rocking to forceful thrusts. Her tits bounce between us until I press our bodies even closer, hitting her cervix with how deep I am. When I feel her walls ripple against me, I tear my mouth from hers with a groan seconds before her head pushes into the mattress and she screams my name.
I hiss through my teeth when her pussy becomes impossibly tight, then she starts to come, her walls flexing, releasing and squeezing my own climax to the edge. My thrusts become frantic, the slapping of our wet bodies connecting, echoing loudly. My spine feels like it's being cranked tighter each time I drive into her tight, wet body, but I'm selfish and I want more.
Reaching between our bodies, her eyes widen and her swollen lips part. The second I roll my fingers over her clit she screams a loud, jumbled mess of words completely incomprehensible.
"Give me another one, Leigh. Come on my cock again and let me give you every part of me."
She whimpers, shaking her head. "It's too much, Mav. God, it's too much."
"It's never too much, darlin'," I wheeze when she gets even tighter. "Baby, God, give it to me. Let me love you good."
"Oh, my God. Oh, my GOD!" She starts to moan, shaking her head and arching her back. "You're so deep," she continues, the words a struggle to get past her heaving breaths making me take her even faster than before.
I drag my cock out, the tip resting inside of her quivering body, and wait for her eyes to focus on my face. When I feel like I might pass out from denying my body what it needs, she gives me what I want.
And I give her the only thing left.
"Never going to let you go. Not another day apart, Leigh. You and me, forever," I vow, pushing in to the hilt and emptying myself inside of her body with a loud shout. My stomach starts clenching tightly and my whole body shakes. I wrap my arms under her and squeeze her tightly, not letting go even when I roll so she's on top. Her arms stay under my back, just as needy as I am to stay connected. I feel our combined wetness start to fall from where I'm still hard and buried deep, but I'm in no hurry to move an inch.
Everything I've always wanted.
Right here in my arms.
26
LEIGHTON
"Drunk on Your Love" by Brett Eldredge
I want to wake up this way for the rest of my life.
I've been awake for hours. Well, not hours, but it feels like it. I woke up with my body pressed tightly against Maverick's. Our naked bodies a tangle of legs and arms. He didn't even stir when I slid from the bed to use the restroom. There wasn't even a twitch when I returned, bringing myself back to him. I didn't press as close as we had been, but I couldn't stand to be far, so I kept my head on his outstretched bicep while curling my arm over his body. With this new position, I was able to keep us connected by touch and still be able to look at him clearly. To study the man that is finally mine.
And that's where I've stayed for what feels like hours, just watching his handsome face while he sleeps peacefully. He looks so youthful. His dark eyelashes curling against his cheek, his mouth parted ever so slightly, and even in his sleep, they're curled into a content smile.
His strong and angular face is now sporting the shadows of his stubble. The sight alone makes my palms twitch with the desire to feel the roughness. With the sheet riding low on his hips, I can see the generous ridge between his legs. I know, because I peeked when I got back in the bed, that even though it looks like he's hard, he's not. My mouth watered when I saw his sizable soft cock resting against the tan skin of his legs.
My core throbs just thinking about how talented he is in bed. Of course, when you're working with something that awe-inspiring, I'm half tempted to never leave this bed. It seems silly to call a man's penis beautiful, but I can't come up with a better word for it. My train of thought makes it impossible to hold in the soft giggle that bubbles up. If you had asked me a year ago if I would be lying in bed next to Maverick Davis, thinking about the beauty of his penis, I would think you had lost your mind. However, now that I know just what said penis is capable of, I'm tempted to see if we can cast a mold of it and bronze the damn thing.
I wiggle, rubbing my legs together, when my mind shifts to last night and just how well he can work that part of his body. My need for him cranks up. Surely one more peek won't hurt anything. I shouldn't feel guilty about it. Not at all. Anyone in my position would do the same thing.
Having enough with the inner debate going on, I throw caution to the wind and lift the sheet to look down his body. I've worked myself up so much one more glance might very well send me over the edge.
My eyes trail over the perfect rows of his abs. Each of the bumps and dips that lead to the deep V above his hips is so well defined, even in his slumber. Again, my fingers itch to feel the hot steel of his muscles. Continuing to peruse the Adonis in front of me, though, I'm pretty proud of the self-control I have to hold back. However, when I get to that beautiful package between his legs, expecting to see it slack against his skin like it had been before, I gasp. It's no longer resting against his leg, nope. The second the sheet was lifted the rest of the way off his crotch, that beautiful penis might as well have been a neon arrow pointing to my hand--in the air--holding the sheet from Maverick's body.
I gasp.
He chuckles.
I scream.
He laughs louder, the roughness in that sound shooting right through my already amped-up body.
"Darlin', you keep lookin', and it was only a matter of time before he said good mornin' to you," he drawls, his voice even deeper. The rough grit of his sleepy voice doesn't do anything to cool my body off.
His voice sounds like a wet dream.
His chest moves and I shoot my eyes to his face. "I said that out loud, didn't I?"
"You did," he confirms.
"Well, I meant it," I defend, refusing to feel embarrassed over my appraisal of him.
"Get over here and tell me good mornin' the right way," he says with a laugh.
I roll my eyes, my smile growing all sorts of wonky at his request, and make a big production of moving closer. Not happy with my slow movements, he reaches out to grab me around the waist, pulling me up and on top of his body. My legs open and his very much awake, beautiful cock, is right back where I want it.
"Good morning." I beam, resting my arms on his chest, careful not to dig my elbow into his skin and remind my body that we aren't as desperate for him as we feel.
"It sure is," he quips, grinning right back at me.
"I need to jump in the shower. I wish I could stay in bed all day, but I need to be at the PieHole by ten. We don't open until noon today, but I need to go and make sure we don't run out of pie since I took yesterday off."
"I reckon I need to get a move on the day too, darlin'. I've got a duffel bag to go get," he adds with a wink.
"That makes me really happy." I sigh, my voice full of the dreamy wonder that I feel.
"Yeah, Leigh. Me too."
Moving my hands, I kiss the spot right above his chest. "What are your plans for today?"
His fingers start tracing lazy circles up my spine and I shift, making the part of him that I swear is way too talented hit my needy center. We both groan.
"I've got a future to build." His fingers move back up and I lose them briefly as he makes a soft drag over my shoulders, my skin burning in their wake. Then he takes my face in a gentle hold. Lifting his head off the pillow so that we're nose-to-nose. "I'm meetin' Clay for a late lunch in town. His lawyer is comin' and we're gettin' all the paperwork and legal bullshit out of the way so I can buy the land back. It's going to take some time to get all the plans in my mind designed before we can begin buildin', so it's just the formality that needs to happen quickly so I can get this off the ground." He's silent for a beat before I see his face grow serious. "If you can get away, I would like you there."
"Me?" I ask, confused, searching his face for a clue.
"Our future, remember? It won't just be my name on that land, Leighton."
My jaw slacks until my mouth is hanging open silently in shock.
"Fuck, you're cute."
"Are you sure? I mean, this training school, honey, that's yours."
His eyes narrow. "It's ours. Just because you aren't gonna be the one runnin' it or workin' it doesn't change that. I'm buildin' this for us--our future. We're startin' our lives together and I want you to know that with no doubts to where I stand when it comes to you."
"I trust you, Mav," I respond, slightly troubled that even after last night he still thinks he has to prove something to me. "I thought you knew that, honey," I say with a sigh.