by Bella Jewel
His hand glides down my back and when he reaches my ass, he cups it and rocks me against him. His strength takes me by surprise as he lifts me off the ground a little, giving me just enough height to rub against his cock, which is now hard inside his jeans. I need more, and with a desperate mewl, I start scratching at his back, running my fingernails down the skin, reaching his ass also and curling my fingers around one cheek. God damn, the man even has a perfect ass.
He lowers me back down with a frustrated grumble and his hands go to the zipper on my dress, quickly undoing it and gliding it down, letting the layers of material fall to the floor. Then he takes my bra, unclipping it and tossing it somewhere in the room. Then, slowly, his hands glide down my back, circling around to my sides, and then dip to my bottom where he takes my ass in both of his hands and squeezes, before hooking his thumbs into my panties and lowering them down my legs, going with them.
I stare at his head as he moves down my body. He brings his lips forward, capturing a nipple and sucking it, then kissing down my stomach until he reaches my pussy. There he kisses lightly, not delving inside, just teasing, taunting, driving me crazy. I whimper and my knees start to shake as I lift my feet and move them from my panties so he can throw them somewhere in the room, also. Then he makes his way back up my body, kissing my pussy again until it’s throbbing and aching, then kissing my stomach and my breasts until I can hardly stand it a second longer.
“Now, Maverick, please,” I whimper.
He steps back, cock rock hard in his jeans, straining against the fabric. He reaches down, slowly taking the button and undoing it, never once taking his eyes off my body. He lowers his jeans as his eyes scan over me, taking in every inch while he gets undressed. When he’s standing before me, fully naked, cock jutting upward, so red and so hard it looks angry, my breath completely disappears.
Utter. Perfection.
“You’re … you’re ….”
There are no words, because there is nothing in the world that could describe the way seeing him standing before me naked makes me feel. There is something deep in my chest, an affection I never thought possible, a connection that delves into the darkest parts of me, that slowly starts unraveling.
I’m falling in love with him.
Oh, God.
He steps closer, capturing me around the waist again, snapping me from my terrified thoughts of how much he has gotten into my heart, and pulls me into the shower, turning the water on. Before I can think even a second more about anything, he’s kissing me again, his mouth hungry, his actions desperate. His hands travel all over my body as he backs us into the warm water, letting it cascade over us. I moan when his lips drop to my neck, and he sucks softly, while his hands hold me close, pressing me against his hard, warm body.
“Maverick,” I whimper, dropping my head back as his mouth travels down to my breast, capturing my hard nipple and sucking it so deeply I cry out.
He doesn’t waste time, he lowers himself to his knees, takes one of my feet, and brings it up to his shoulder. Heat floods my chest and I blush furiously as I realize exactly how open I am to him right now. I’m just standing here, legs spread wide apart, pussy on display, completely exposed.
“You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he growls. “Fuck me. I’ve never seen anyone like you, Scarlett.”
He brings his mouth forward, capturing my clit and sucking it deep. I moan, slapping my hands on both of the walls to hold myself up. One of his hands goes to my ass and he hangs on as he starts devouring me, licking and sucking, fucking me with his mouth in a way I’ve never been fucked by a mouth. Fire explodes in my core and my knees start to shake as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had starts building inside me.
“Been waitin’ all fuckin’ night for my dinner,” he growls, nipping at my clit. “Was worth the fuckin’ wait. You taste like god damned honey, baby.”
Fuck.
Shit.
My knees shake so hard I try to claw at the walls to stay up, Maverick’s bicep bulges as he hangs onto me, holding my weight when I fail to do it on my own. His mouth drags every single bit of pleasure building inside me to the surface, and I explode with a moan that’s so loud, I’m actually glad we’re not in a hotel room, because someone would most definitely hear me.
My knees are still wobbling when Maverick slowly pulls his mouth from mine and gets back to his feet. I reach between us, a little light-headed from my orgasm, and curl my hand around his cock. It’s as big as it looks, and in my palm, it feels even more powerful, even more intense. I moan and take his mouth with mine, tasting myself on his lips. A feral rasp slips from his throat and he reaches down, forcing me to let go of his cock, and hauls me up so my legs are around his waist and my back is against the wall.
“You keep touchin’ my dick baby, and I’m goin’ to come before we get started. There is no way I’m not fuckin’ you tonight.”
I swallow and look at him through hooded lashes as he slowly lowers me down onto the tip of his cock. He pauses just before he sinks inside, and murmurs, “You protected?”
I nod, my head light, my heart full of lust and love, and my body ready to let him take whatever the hell he wants. “Yeah, I’m protected. And clean. I got tested after … him … and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“Same. Clean. Always use protection.”
“Okay, honey,” I murmur.
“Fuck me, sounds so damned sweet hearin’ you say that. Goin’ to fuck you now, baby, hang on, okay?”
I tremble and nod.
Then he lowers me down onto his cock, not hard, not fast, just inch by agonizing inch. My body stretches around him, and I whimper at the deep burn that travels through my body. It’s been a while, and Maverick isn’t lacking in size. I drop my head onto his shoulder, and carefully bite the flesh there, smothering my moan into his skin. He growls and then thrusts his hips upward and drives home.
I gasp. He grunts.
And then he starts moving his hips. Slow at first, gliding his cock in and out of my pussy, as it desperately tries to loosen around the invasion. After a minute or so, it gets a little easier and pleasure starts to do away with the pain. I lift my head and find his lips, desperately needing to taste him as he starts fucking me harder. Our skin makes a loud slapping sound as water gets trapped between us, but the sound is incredible and the moment is out of this world.
“Oh, god,” I cry, clawing at his back as a pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt takes over my body. “Maverick. God.”
“Fuck. God damn fuckin’ perfect,” he rasps, clutching my ass so hard pain ripples over my skin, but I don’t care. God. I want him to grab me harder, to fuck me harder, to do whatever the hell he wants to me.
My orgasm rises, quickly and rapidly, and after a few more hard thrusts, I let it loose. I scream and arch, fingernails gliding up his skin, mouth parting, head dropping back, water traveling over my body. I cry out his name, I moan, I squirm, and he just keeps fucking me, harder, faster, deeper. My screams blend with his grunts and then he bellows loudly and drives into me one last time, cock pulsing inside me as he finds his own release.
I drop my head into his shoulder and close my eyes, the warm water trailing down my back, Maverick’s big hands holding me up, my legs aching around his hips. I feel incredible. I don’t want to move. I just want this moment to stay with me forever. To never end. I could just sit here, just like this, for the rest of my life and never feel anything but truly happy.
I’m not falling in love with him.
I am in love with him.
-17-
MAVERICK
Her fingers glide over the tattoos on my chest, soft skin making mine prickle. She’s tucked up against me, head on my shoulder, one leg thrown over mine, tucked into my side and fuck, it feels incredible. It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve allowed a woman this close to me, but even longer since I’ve wanted a woman this close to me. And even then, none of them are quite like her.
She makes my
god damned heart skip a beat.
I’m fucked.
Completely fucked.
“Do your tattoos have a story?” she asks me, her breath tickling my ear.
“No, darlin’, they’re just ink.”
She shuffles a little, and I can feel her bare pussy against my thigh when she does. Fucked her twice tonight already, and once again my dick is getting hard and all I can think about is rolling her over, putting her ass in the air, and driving my cock deep into her sweet pussy again, fucking it until we’re both raw.
But damned if it don’t feel nice just having her lie next to me, too.
“Did they hurt?”
“I like pain,” I murmur, turning my face and breathing in her hair. She smells like fucking strawberries, dammit.
She giggles softly. “Is that what all big scary bikers say?”
I chuckle. “Not sure, babe. Haven’t cuddled with them in a while.”
She laughs and pinches my nipple softly. “Don’t be smart.”
“Why? What are you goin’ to do to me?”
She rolls her eyes and I lean forward, kissing her nose.
“Maverick?”
“Mmmm.”
“Have you ever … killed someone?”
Her question shocks me, and I glance at her again to see those beautiful brown eyes looking up at me through thick lashes, curious.
“Can’t really answer that, babe. Sorry.”
“Why not? I wouldn’t tell anyone. Besides, no one would believe me anyway. You don’t have to tell me how, or who, I just …”
“You want to know if I’m a monster?”
Her mouth drops open a little, those plump pink lips letting out a little gasp. “No, I’d never think you’re a monster. I think if you killed someone, they probably deserved it.”
Not all of them.
But it’s all business. So …
You get tangled up in our world, and make the wrong move, you risk getting a bullet in your brain. That’s the risk you take when you make the decision to mess around with clubs and club life.
“Yeah, I have killed people. Don’t like it. Don’t like doin’ it. But sometimes it’s part of the life I lead, I guess.”
“Is it because they betray you and do bad things?”
“That, amongst other things. It’s a risk you run when you get involved in club life. If you’re gonna do the wrong thing, you’re gonna get caught and pay the price.”
She nods. “Makes sense. Have you ever had a woman that hasn’t agreed with the life you lead?”
I hesitate for a second, because I know she’s prying. Of course she is. She wants to know about Nerissa. She’s asked a few questions now, but I haven’t yet told her the story. My silence must make her uneasy, because she shifts a little and says, in the softest damned voice, “Sorry, Maverick. I didn’t mean to pry.”
Fuck it.
She told me her story. ‘Bout time she knew mine.
“I’ve only ever had one woman,” I tell her, and she stops fidgeting and relaxes back into me, beginning little circles on my chest with her finger as she listens. “She didn’t love the club life, in fact, most of the time she tried to get me away from it. Could understand it, I guess. If you don’t get how it works, it can be a scary thought to think that things might go bad if you have a family with a club member.”
“Is it dangerous, the life you lead?”
“Sometimes, yeah. Mostly, we’re smart. Nerissa was the first, and only, Old Lady to ever lose her life because of club problems.”
She flinches in my arms. I don’t want to scare her, but that’s the truth and fucked if I’ll lie to make it sound better.
“It wasn’t because of our doin’, but. I still don’t fully know what went on that day, I wasn’t there. Club was in lock down, we were having trouble with some drug dealers in the area. They were tryin’ to take over our turf, tryin’ to run drugs through the town. Mal wasn’t havin’ it, so he started interferin’ and they didn’t like it. We wanted them out. They didn’t want to go. Shit got heated.”
“What happened to her?” she asks, her voice soft and a little shaky.
“She was at the club, lock down, too. One of my guys was supposed to keep her there. She was …,” I hesitate. “Pregnant. Couple of months. First child.”
Scarlett makes a pained sound, and her fingers rest over my heart and she shuffles closer. My heart starts pounding, because talking about that fucking day has my head spinning. But, she deserves to know, she trusted me, now I’m going to trust her.
“I’m so sorry, Maverick,” she whispers.
“Thanks,” I say, my voice husky, but not from anything but emotion. I keep talking. “Anyway, I had the club member looking after her because I was out with Mal, we were trying to keep them away from the club. I don’t know what happened, but I know I told him that he was to protect her with his life, to not let her out of his sight, to not let a single hair on her head come to harm. He swore he’d not let her leave the room she was in, and I trusted him to do that.”
“He didn’t?” Scarlett asks.
“No. He didn’t. She got out, I don’t know how, I never asked and I don’t care. He should have tackled her if he had to, but he should have never let her get past him. Somehow, she did. She didn’t want to be there, she was calling me cryin’, sayin’ she was scared I’d die and wanted us to leave together, that she wanted to go back to her parents’ house in Colorado Springs and we could start anew. She freaked herself out, and because of that, somehow tried to get out so she could find me and take me away.”
Scarlett strokes my skin, affectionately. “I can understand that. She was pregnant. She loved you. She was probably terrified.”
My heart clenches, and I close my eyes for a second, gathering my thoughts. Nerissa was never made for the life she tried to live with me, but she loved me and so she tried to fit in. When things got heated, she simply wasn’t equipped to handle it and because of that, she lost her life. I should have let her go a long time ago, let her be with the kind of man she needed, but my selfish attitude and love for her wouldn’t allow that, and in the end, it cost her her life.
“Yeah,” I finally rasp. “Anyway, she got out. I don’t know how. She thought she could run to her car, which was out front of the compound and call me. She was goin’ to find me and get me out of there, no matter what. As she was runnin’ to the car, she got shot in the head. I don’t know who shot her. All I know is someone was waitin’ for that moment to take the club down, and they effectively did it with one, lone bullet.”
Scarlett’s body jerks, and I feel the warmth of her tears dripping onto my skin. I hold her tighter, and she wraps her arms around me, burying her face into me and trying to control herself. “I’m so, so sorry … Maverick … I am so sorry.”
“Worst phone call of my life. The club went into uproar. I was angry. Mal was angry. I wanted to kill Boston. I had to go. And durin’ all this, the other fuckers managed to get their drugs through town and leave. They got what they wanted. And I lost my whole life.”
“I don’t have any words … I … My heart burns for you. I’m so very sorry you lost her. What was her name?”
“Nerissa.”
“That’s beautiful.”
I nod and squeeze her a little tighter, needing her a little closer.
“It changed something in me. Broke something. I’ve been on the road for a long time, not wantin’ to go back, but knowin’ eventually, I have to.”
“Is he still there, the man that was meant to be looking after her?”
“He is. Yes.”
She thinks for a moment. “Was he the man you beat up just recently?”
“Yeah. Mal brought him. Tried to mend some shattered fuckin’ bridge between us that can’t be mended, because half of it has been washed away and destroyed. You can’t fix somethin’ that broken, it’s just not possible. There are no materials in the world that could piece that kind of damage back together. But, I did tell him
I will let it go. I won’t forgive. I won’t forget. I don’t want Boston anywhere near me. But I will let it go, for the club’s sake.”
“That’s a massive thing for you to be able to do,” Scarlett whispers, pressing her warm lips against my skin and kissing me softly. “You’re a brave man, honey. To even be able to breathe after that, takes more strength than most people in the world could ever muster up.”
Fuck.
This woman.
“Breathin’ felt like drownin’ for a very fuckin’ long time, believe me.”
“But you made it. You’re strong. I admire you.”
I roll to my side, shifting her so I can look into her eyes. “You’re the first woman since Nerissa I have even wanted to have a conversation with. You spark something inside me, somethin’ I haven’t felt for a very fuckin’ long time. Want you in a way I have never wanted anyone. Fucked if I can walk away from you now.”
Her eyes get soft, and damn it goes right to my heart. “Ditto, big guy.”
“You know when you wake up in the mornin’, the whole world is goin’ to see you in a different light.”
She props herself up on her elbow and places a hand on my face. “I couldn’t give a fuck what the world thinks about me.”
Dammit.
Fuck.
Yeah.
This girl is changing fucking everything for me.
~*~*~*~
SCARLETT
“Oh, God,” I gasp as Maverick’s hips pump him in and out of me.
I have my ass in the air, my face buried into the mattress, my fingers curled into the blanket, and he’s fucking me hard and deep, his cock hitting points that only this angle could allow him to reach. His hands are grabbing my ass, his balls are slapping my pussy with each thrust, and God, if it doesn’t feel absolutely fucking incredible. I scream out his name and my little fists pummel the mattress as an orgasm quite literally torments me, rising to the surface slowly, bringing me a burning pleasure that’s taking it’s sweet time.
“Fuck,” Maverick grunts. “Fuck your pussy is sweet.”
I come at his words, fists curling into the sheets, face muffling my screams into the mattress as my orgasm washes over me. Maverick fucks me hard, a few times more, and then he pulls his cock out and I feel warm spurts of cum hit my bottom, stream after stream, warming my skin. His moans fill the space and my body trembles, still coming down from my orgasm.
