Maverick laughed. The sound was loud, light and full of joy. The kind of laugh that Santa had at the mall. It was comforting, familiar and warm. “How is the little shy kid, that no one barely knows, supposed to tell the beautiful, popular and kind girl that he likes her? I was a nobody and you were the queen of class. What kid in his right mind would reach for those stars? All the boys wanted you and all the girls wanted to be you.”
“You’re the only guy I ever wanted to make a move,” I whispered, hanging my head, scared that my admission was some sort of weakness. But I needed him to know. That sweet, smart, shy boy was the only one that really saw me. Past the makeup, the cheerleading, the fake smiles. He was the only one that knew who I was on the inside. He knew me and all my dreams and crushes were formed with the images of him and only him.
“Damn.” His fingers pulled my chin up to look at him. “Wish I had more confidence then.” He breathed, before crushing his lips to mine, forcing my back to the steel wall of the elevator. The kiss was fueled by hunger and desperation. His mouth probed mine, his tongue a welcome intruder. I could feel the passion and heat in every single fiber of my being. I was lost to him, lost to us, lost to the need of Maverick, the only boy I’d ever loved. His body crashed against mine and I could feel his erection pressing against me. I didn’t care that we were in an elevator, I didn’t care that we could be walked in on by a tech at any moment. In that moment, all that mattered was him and my pure need to feel him, everywhere.
His lips felt hot against my skin as he trailed kisses down my body. When he reached my breasts, his hands held each globe while his tongue lapped at my nipples and he peppered kisses there, before his teeth grabbed one nipple in his mouth and tugged. The pain intensified the pleasure, making me moan.
“You don’t do that like a virgin.”
“I said I was a virgin, not a saint. I still had access to a computer. Let’s say I have years of research to pull from.” I could feel his mouth forming a smile at the delicate tip of my nipple.
I panted, pulling his head back to me, wanting the sensation to never stop. “Thank God for the internet.”
Chapter 5
Maverick
“I want to see it,” she whispered when she came close to my ear. I slipped my hands around her waist, nestling her close to me, eager to get lost in her. She moved away, teasing me, not offering up the only place I wanted to be at this exact moment. I sucked in a long breath as she did the unthinkable and palmed a hand over the bulge under my zipper.
I groaned as she pressed against it firmly, precum leaking from the tip and leaving a damp trail across my uniform pants. She worked against me with frenzied force as I slipped the spaghetti strap of her camisole off one shoulder and decorated my kisses along her soft skin. Inhaling her scent, I nearly had to pinch myself to control the release from taking over my system way too fucking soon.
“You’ve got my head on a loop, Kitten.” I sucked at her skin as I spoke.
She moaned sweetly, the fingers of one hand darting along my jawline before she dotted kisses along the ridge of my neck.
“Lean back, I need to see what I’ve been missing the last nine years.” I guided her against the wall as I pulled my dick from my pants. I flicked at her nipples before hooking at the waist of her skirt and tugging it off her creamy thighs. The scrap of fabric that remained was hardly visible in the darkness, but my fingers could feel the satiny warmth that separated them from her hot center.
“Fuck,” I grunted as I fisted my cock in one hand, sliding the tip of my index finger under the elastic of her panties.
She stepped closer to me and I inhaled every breath of her, felt every breath wash my skin, my heart suspended.
“Kitten.”
“Yes, Mav?”
Oh, sweet fuck.
I lost control then, all my synapses firing at heightened levels, the lust, desire, and need coursing through my body had my muscles strung tight. My Kitten’s hands clenched around the wrought iron of the elevator railing and held tightly as I positioned her against me.
Her hair brushed across my face, and my cock pounded as if she’d touched me with a flame. “I want your taste on my lips.”
I cradled her against the wall, hands slipping down her thighs and splitting her knees to welcome me. “I want you, right here.” My fingertips kneaded and pressed, made sure she couldn’t get away as I nuzzled my nose at her silky, hot core.