“Before all this drama unfolded,” she continues, “I believe we were actually in a pretty good mood.” Her pants come off to reveal boy cut panties. The kind that hug her waist and cup her butt in ways that make my rapidly hardening cock jealous.
With a splash, she jumps into the pool, splattering my shirt and face with water. When she resurfaces, she giggles. “Cannon ball! Oh… my bad... was I supposed to say that before?”
The laugh travels up from the hollowest place in my chest and I stand to undress quickly before diving in after her. Beth isn’t just unlike all the other girls. She’s a whole new fucking species.
“You think you’re funny, huh?” I make after her, but she dodges me, her arms bending at the elbows as each stroke cuts through water, propelling her away from me.
“Oh no you don’t.” I laugh and start to swim after her faster.
Impressive as her strokes might be, she doesn’t stand a chance. I catch up to her quickly, a smile fixed on my face as I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. Her breath catches at my hand grazing her side and I sense that she’s ticklish. Poor Beth.
Laughter erupts from her as she tries desperately to escape. Unfortunately for her, she can never make it more than a few inches away from me before I grab her again.
“Stop. Maverick! Please!” She screams in between howls of laughter.
“Make me an offer.”
I see the defiant pout return to her face and she sticks her tongue out at me. “No.”
“Oh Miss Hendrickson. You’re playing a very dangerous game,” I tease, making after her again. This time she manages to disappear under water, but it doesn’t take long before she’s coming up for air. When she resurfaces, she has that look of mischief in her eyes and as her hands jut out, I know for certain that she’s up to no good. She’s already half-way up my shoulders, trying to push me under.
“You play dirty,” I laugh, wiping my face and she grins.
“I play to win.”
“That you do,” I smirk, swimming slowly towards her. Slowly, she moves back in response to my forward pursuit.
“I’ve seen it for myself. You probably broke a guy’s leg today, and you almost drowned your own fiancé just now.”
She giggles, still backing away from me.
“They both deserved it.” Her eyes seem to come alive with intensity as she stares back at me, mirroring the uncontrollable wildfire spreading through my veins.
“Oh, but your fiancé is such a kind man.”
“Perhaps. But the other one was trying to ruin my kind fiancé’s plans and steal his dream.”
There’s something about the way she says that...the simplicity of her explanation and the primal decisiveness behind her instinctive response to Jared threatens to unman me.
“So you were defending me?” I ask, aware of the nervousness unfurling in my stomach as I wait for her response.
“Yes.” Her answer massages my ears as her back brushes against the pool wall and I work on closing the gap and trapping her with both my arms on either side.
She stares up at me, the silent storm that she is, and I’m beguiled.
“Why?”
“I just...reacted.” I can hear the subtle changes in her breathing as her eyes dilate.
She licks her lips and they’re instantly more inviting. I bite back a moan, but the rest of me responds.
I can feel my entire body tighten when she places her hand on my chest, as though trying to create a barrier between us, but from the heat radiating from her, I know we’ve already crossed all the lines.
“Why?” I ask her again. Daring her to say it.
“Because,” she says, and I shake my head to let her know that a one word explanation won’t do.
“You know why,” she says, trying to escape the prison of my arms, but I get even closer to her. My legs rub against hers and her hand falls to her side as my chest crashes into hers, pinning her completely to the wall.
“I don’t know why,” I whisper down at her, using a hand to sweep her hair away from her face and behind her ear to expose her neck. I lean in slowly, letting my breath play upon her skin. I can feel her heart thumping as though trying to exit her chest and gain entry into mine.
Good.
I’m affecting her the same way she’s been affecting me ever since the first day she jumped into this damn pool, not leaving much up to my imagination.
“Maverick,” my name on her lips sounds like a mating call and I gently nibble on her ear before answering with my lips just inches away from her neck.
“Yes?”
She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t need to. I can feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the hardening of her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra as I run my tongue along the ridge of her neck.
The moan that drips from her lips swims to my groin and clutches my manhood with a vice grip. I nip at her neck to stop myself from swearing as precum bubbles up to the head of my fully erect cock. I know she can feel my hardness pressed up against her, but she doesn’t push me away. Her submission in this moment drives me absolutely wild.
“Tell me,” I whisper, staring down at her.
Her left hand grips my right bicep and her right hand clings to my shoulder as I work my way to the back of her neck and get a fistful of her hair. Gently, I guide her head to one side so that I can kiss the other side of her neck.
“Because…” Her voice is breathy and barely a whisper, but I want her to say it. I need to hear her say it.
“Because what, Bethany?” My hand falls from her neck and I reach behind her, unhinging a hook on her bra. She doesn’t stop me and so I unhook another one and then another, until the fabric loosely dangles over her chest, ready to float away with just one tug.
My cock hardens even more at the anticipation of that very thing happening. When Beth’s fingernails sink into my shoulder, I know that she’s just as close to the edge as I am. I tighten my fingers on the pool wall behind her, but continue to pin her with my gaze.
Even in this moment when she clearly has no control, she’s still just as defiant as ever. I realize that it’s one of the things I’ve grown to love about her.
“Say it,” I challenge. Beth shakes her head and bites down on her bottom lip, not ready to give in just yet.
Gently, I use my knee to caresses her legs open. “Say it,” I demand again, not taking my eyes off hers as my hand creeps up her stomach and then higher until her breast fills my palm.
A flicker in her eyes follows a moan and when I trace my thumb over her nipple, I know there’s nothing more than a thread holding her to her control. She swears in a lust filled whine that massages the full length of me.
“Say it.” My own voice is heavily laden with the need for release.
“Maverick, please,” she begs.
“Say it,” I whisper, feeling the heat coming from her core intensify against my knee as it rubs gently against her, keeping her legs apart.
My heart just about comes to a halt when I feel her legs tighten around my waist and she pushes off the wall to wrap both her arms around my neck.
“Because you’re absolutely maddening,” she says, looking down at me with her hair falling around both our faces like a curtain. “Because you’re stubborn and talented and cruel. Because you’re an actual asshole. Because you’re mean and generous. Kind and broken.” Something in her voice says I’m not being judged for any of this, though I am fully aware that I should be. Beth tightens her arms around me as she sweeps her hair to one side. “Because you’re all of those things,” she continues, “but according to the state of New York, you’re also mine.”
The caveman in me returns, alert and in full agreement. Because as long as I’m hers, it also means that she belongs to me.
35
As the words leave my lips, I realize that I’m not afraid of them. I’ve fought the appeal of him, the allure of him for years. It wasn’t even hard back then.
Maverick
was the kind of guy who was pretty to look at but easy to hate. Now that I’ve seen him for who he really is, my defenses have been weakened and I’m free-falling into the danger zone.
His lips quirk up into a smile before he slides his hands from around my waist down to my ass and gives both cheeks a good squeeze.
“So does that mean that this is mine?” His voice is low and provocative. I nod at his question and his smirk deepens.
“And these?” He nuzzles my breast with his face and my bra shifts, exposing my nipples that are already very close to his mouth.
When I nod, I feel the coolness of his tongue and the smoothness of his teeth grazing against me.
“And this?” His eyes flicker as his fingers roam the seat of my panties, caressing my source of heat and unbelievable moisture.
“Maverick,” I gasp as his finger slip past my panty line and enters me. My muscles tighten around him and clench even harder when his other hand grips me harder, crushing my body to his.
Slowly, with one finger nestled between my thighs, he starts walking us out of the pool. The splash of the water, the added vibration of his step, the firmness with which he strokes me, they’re all pushing me closer and closer to an unexpected climax.
Maverick lifts me out of the water and plants me at the edge of the pool, pushing my legs aside so that I’m bare and open before him.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he marvels, his breath so close to my center that the warmth threatens to ignite yet another fire at my core.
I bite down, grinding my teeth to stop the moans that threaten to disarm me even further. “So fucking wet,” Maverick whispers again. This time, I can feel him against me. The softness of his lips. The moisture of his tongue. The greediness of his fingers as they try to rip me into threads of orgasmic pleasure. I close my eyes tight, as though trying to block this moment out. My body wants everything Maverick is doing to it. But what about me? Do I want this?
As though sensing my hesitation, Maverick extracts his fingers from my center and stops the working of his tongue around my clit. There’s a burning forest in his eyes when he catches my gaze.
“I can’t do this,” he says and everything in me sinks. They say you only know what you really want when it’s no longer yours to have. Right now, I know just how true that really is. “Not right here.”
I’m barely on my feet when Maverick sweeps me into his arms like I weigh as much as a feather and nothing more. His steps are made with purpose, his strides long, those of a man on a mission and still, it feels like an eternity before we’re in his room.
When the contact breaks and he tosses me onto his bed, I sit up to stare at him with a kind of hunger I haven’t ever experienced.
He sheds his boxers and my eyes drop down to his enormous cock, throbbing with not just any greed, but a greed for me.
I bite my bottom lip before kneeling up to meet him. Maybe it’s a stupid move. But it’s one that seems to come automatic. I don’t just want to taste him. I need to taste him. I smooth a hand over his shaft, holding him firm as I part my lips and lick at the precum glistening on his tip.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks through gritted teeth. It’s a selfish question. Maverick isn’t exactly asking if I’m okay with taking our not-quite-relationship to the next level. What he’s asking is if I really want to deny him of the opportunity to sink himself balls deep inside of me, right now.
“Yes,” I nod, shedding the dangling bra, revealing my heaving breasts to him. His eyes darken.
Reaching his hands behind my head, he tilts my head up to meet him. His lips are soft and moist as he slowly brushes them against mine. Our lips only touch for a brief moment before I’m back at his center, licking at his cock, sucking him gently and then hard, fast, slow, harder, faster. Hungry for him. Ravenous for the grunts. Aroused by the tightness with which he fists my hair in his hands.
Somewhere not too far away, the old me is pouting in a corner of my mind, disappointed that I fell for the player just like everybody else. Luckily, I can’t hear her mumblings over the screaming hormones rushing through me, getting me ready to ride Maverick into oblivion.
He gives my hair one final tug, pulling me up to meet him face to face. My hands, however, stay at his center, urging his breaths to hitch just that much more as I stroke him. When I squeeze down on the head of his cock he hisses and slowly starts thrusting into my hand, his veiny shaft throbbing madly between my fingers.
Maverick pushes me down on the bed and I fall with my knees bent, giddy from the scent of him still dominating my nostrils. Reaching down to my waistband, he yanks off my panties in one sweeping motion and I feel the cool air in the room rush up to kiss my center, only to be replaced with the warmth of Maverick’s lips.
“How much do you want me, Beth?”
“So much,” I whisper, giving him permission to do with me as he pleases.
He moans at my words before spreading my legs. Thrusting into me, without restraint, Maverick rips through my innocence, proving to me just how naïve virgins really are. My fingers find his back, my nails dig into his skin, my teeth sink into his hard shoulders, dulling the screams that tremble against my vocal cords.
“Slower,” I beg, and Maverick doesn’t hesitate to follow my lead. In the beads of sweat that prickle his forehead and the hard clench of his jaw, I can tell that it’s taking everything in him to hold back.
His hands travel up my torso, toying with my nipples, twirling them between stiff fingers. He teases me like that for a while, slowly in, slowly out, and I feel my back arch off the bed, my pussy finally confident enough to meet his thrusts.
A fire lights in Maverick’s eyes at me matching his rhythm and he leans in closer, locking my ear between his teeth.
“I’ll apologize later,” he whispers and then, shatters me in the most painfully arousing way possible.
His full length fills me completely and he’s thrusting in and out, slapping our bodies together as he rushes us to a finish line coated in ecstasy. Two fingers now on my clit, he forces the last hints of pain to vanish even deeper into the background.
“Oh my god,” I pant, my hands turning into fists. I grab the sheet and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me because I’m stupid and I’m greedy and I want him and I need this.
“Oh baby,” Maverick grunts, picking up speed and building a rhythm that is truly ours.
He leans down until his chest is against mine and kisses me again before moving down to my breasts to capture one tight nipple in his mouth.
When his teeth graze its tenderness, there’s no stopping the long moan that rushes from my lips. I’m on a cloud far above the famous number nine, climbing into the highest form of bliss known to man.
“That’s it. Oh my God. Yes. Fuck.” Somehow, in the midst of my all-encompassing orgasm, I find the strength to thrust my hips wildly against his. Maverick stills. His hold on me tightens. And joining me, he grunts as the warmth of his seed coats my insides.
My eyes fall closed as I try to stay on this planet and not have my soul hitch a ride to Satan’s kingdom. Because honestly, nothing feels this good without being horribly bad for you.
36
After two orgasm, Bethany lays completely spent and naked beside me, her arms and legs limply draped across my body.
There’s a speckling of blood on the blanket. Not enough for me to want to call an ambulance, but enough for me to know that it is quite possible that I’ve broken her in the most irreparable way.
I’ve fucked a lot of girls. Some, I’m sure, have regretted ever slapping skin with me. None of them, however, have had their innocence taken by me. Until her.
I wrap my arms around Beth because despite our beginnings, she’s mine to protect. As I pull her body closer to mine, I find myself thinking just how differently this entire day could have turned out had it not been for her. How differently it should have turned out, in a lot of ways.
Like a fool, I had enter
ed this deal thinking she stood to benefit the most from our arrangement when, in reality, she has already given me more than my money could ever buy. A whiff of freedom, a taste of happiness, the glimpse of someone who genuinely cares. I don’t understand any of it. And honestly, right now, I’m not sure I want to. As I look over at the woman next to me, all I can think about is how seldom loneliness has been able to find me ever since she’s entered my world.
I kiss her forehead just because I can. There’s a part of me that is so fucking afraid of what we’re doing here. In principle, what we had agreed to was easy to follow through with – money in exchange for lies. Now, we’re well beyond that and there’s no questioning whether or not someone will get hurt. The thing is, selfish as I’m known to be, I really fucking hope it’s me who ends up getting the short end of the stick.
“What was that for?” Beth asks, brushing a finger over the spot I kissed. Her eyes are still closed, which makes it a lot easier to answer honestly.
“For being on my side…”
She laughs a little, trying to be dismissive, but now’s not the time.
“Don’t do that,” I say, my voice almost too stern. I take a deep breath in an attempt to settle my nerves. “Sooner or later, I’ll fuck things up, Beth. So, at least allow me to say thank you before you hate me.”
She frowns. “That’s not very optimistic.”
I arch a brow at her before going for a different angle. “I’m good at being the enemy.”
“I guess that’s a little more on the side of optimism, but still not what I was going for.” She says the words softly, urgingly.
I shake my head, denying her request to be let in, to be open with her, to believe that somewhere in between this mess we’ve found ourselves in is something beautiful. Something that can last. She’s wrong on a lot of fronts. People like me, we only get spurts of happiness, never the full forever after.
Instead of pushing the subject, Beth bundles the blanket around her and hops off the bed. Traveling on her tiptoes, she moves over to the sofa and plucks my coat into her hands.
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