Maybe my vampire fantasies and all the Anne Rice books I read on the road have finally caught up to me.
As I’m contemplating the situation at hand, I feel Mav’s hand gliding beneath the leg of one of my cutoffs before he grabs a handful of ass cheek and winks. Not a flirty wink, though. This one is more of a promise that I might end up regretting what I wished for.
He leans over me and kisses my throat, discarding my shirt as he works his way down, biting, licking, and kissing my flesh, marking me further as he goes. When he pulls back and sees the still-faint line from the cut he made on my chest, his eyes go wide and his pupils dilate.
He likes seeing his marks on my skin.
Goosebumps break out over my entire body under the heat of his blazing stare. “Lie sideways on the bed.”
That’s it. Those are his only instructions before he’s off the bed and standing with one hand at the button of his jeans, his muscles contracting beneath the layers of ink across his skin.
I turn sideways, my feet hanging off the side and my head turned toward the end of the bed, following him as he makes his way to me, unzipping and grinning like he knows a secret and won’t tell until the timing is perfect.
His fly is open, revealing just enough of his thick cock begging to come out and play.
My mouth waters at the thought and I wonder how he’ll taste. Salty or tangy. Will he make me swallow? Would I even consider it?
Mav leans over me, both of his hands on either side of my head, and kisses me upside down. It’s strange and different and nothing fits the way it’s supposed to. Then again, when it comes to Maverick, nothing ever has.
With one long, lingering swipe of his tongue across my lips, he puts both of his hands on my waist and hauls me up closer until my head is hanging off the side of the bed.
Well, this is weird. And a little uncomfortable, if I’m honest.
“When I fuck your mouth, I want to see my dick in your throat.”
Oh.
Maybe I should have thought this through a little more.
“Don’t be afraid, princess. You’ll love it, I’ll make sure of it.”
I relax a little. Despite his unhinged tendencies, for some reason, I trust Maverick when it comes to this. Which says more about my state of mind than it does about his.
“Okay.”
“Hmm, now open up and show me how much you want my cock.” God, I love his filthy mouth.
With my hair touching the bedroom floor and my fists clenching the bed, I watch Mav from my position as he meticulously takes out his cock then rubs the head across my parted lips.
“Such a pretty, dirty mouth you have.” He’s watching himself paint my lips with his precum, going round and round like the sight mesmerizes him. “A dirty, filthy mouth fit for a princess. Now, open nice and wide while I fuck the filth right out of it.”
I do as I’m told and he slowly—almost delicately—pushes his dick into my mouth. At first he dips in and out in shallow pumps, but I want more.
More of him, of this power that I feel as I watch his eyes turn molten with undeniable fire. The sight of me with my mouth full of his cock is turning him on like nothing else I’ve seen.
He humors me by pushing a little bit more and staying in a little bit longer.
My gag reflex is starting to work, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to go as far as he’d like.
“Breathe through your nose and open up your throat for me, princess.”
I try to follow his instructions and soon enough, I’ve got tears streaming into my hairline. Mav picks one up with his thumb and brings it to his mouth, making a whole production of licking it up.
“Hmm, even your tears are delicious. Now, be a good girl and swallow my dick.” Without further warning, he presses the rest of the way forward. Just when I think I’m going to tap out, he places his open palm over my throat and squeezes, practically choking me.
I should be afraid—I should be freaking the fuck out—instead, I’m strangely comforted by his dominance. Like he knows what’s best and if I don’t fight him, I’ll be okay.
We’ll be okay.