“See, that’s the thing…you can’t,” I say, shimmying the scrap of lace and throwing it across my bedroom. I catch Maverick trying to touch me through the camera at least twice while I strip. I crawl toward the laptop and watch as he takes off his perfectly hot, baggy camo pants revealing his very large and already hard friend. “I wish it was in my mouth right now,” I admit. A vision ofChat Roulettepops into my mind at the sight of a dick on webcam. Morganna and I had our share of drunken laugh fests in college with that creepy website. Maverick and his amazing member are anything except creepy. I love the double standard.
He groans. “Not more than I wish it was in your mouth. I guarantee that, baby. Lean back let me see all of you,” he orders.
Here goes nothing. I try to remember what it feels like to be naked with Mav in person. How uninhibited he makes me feel. I make sure the screen is at a good angle and crawl to the head of my bed, making sure he sees my ass as I go.
Another loud whistle buzzes through my speakers. “Damn, woman. Damn. Do you work out?” I giggle at his joke.
Sitting, I turn around and face the camera my knees bent up, exposing myself. Maverick shakes his head. I say, “I want you to work out…right now. Let me see your dick.” I have to speak louder because I’m further away from the mic and I want him to hear me clearly. I pray Gretchen is still in the REM stage sleep. Shit.
His camera points down to his lap. His huge hand is wrapped around the most ferocious looking hard-on imaginable. I’m immediately wet. The erotic sight does crazy things I wouldn’t ever expect. I think it’s because it’s him.
“You’re so hard for me,” I purr. “Do you always think about me when you touch yourself?” His hand works faster.
“Always,” he grinds out. “Always.”
I let my legs fall open as I lean back on all the throw pillows men don’t understand. Bet Maverick will now. I close my eyes and pretend it’s Maverick’s hand as I rub my nipples and slide my hand down in between my legs. “What do you think about exactly?” I ask him, peeking through my lashes.
“Your mouth on me. Your sweet, tight fucking pussy milking my cock.” His breathing is labored as he replies and the sound turns me on even more. I move my fingers, finding the perfect rhythm, using my wetness to take it to the next level. “I think about fucking you in my shower, on my bed, in my car…making you scream my name as I fill you with my come.”
Circling my fingers a little faster, a small moan escapes.
“Inside. Put them inside,” Maverick growls. I do and it feels divine. I watch the computer screen and imagine it’s his hot dick sliding into me instead of my own small fingers. “Yes. Like that. Just like that,” he groans. He slows down his stroking to match the pace I’m working myself. He is the one screwing me now. It’s hot. Everything about this sets me on fire. I feel my cheeks flush and tingles flash everywhere.
I come hard, moaning small pants as I float down from the epic high. I close my eyes to regain my bearings and when I open them, Maverick has his camera pointed back at his face.
“Hey,” I breathe. “No fair.” I sit up, wrapping my arms around my knees.
“Oh it was perfectly fair. I’m a fucking mess over here. I underestimated your virtual appeal.” He points the camera down to his come-covered stomach and quickly back up.
“I like seeing you a mess,” I say.
“I like seeing you come,” he counters.
“I’m the newest fan of SF. Can we do it again?”
He tilts his head in question, eyes wide. “Right now?”
I laugh. “Not right now but another time?”
“Okay good. I’d love to beat it again while watching you writhe on your bed like the world’s hottest porn star, but Stone will be back soon and I’m not sure I can be that quick again. Though, if you asked me, I wouldn’t say no,” Mav admits, smiling widely.
“I feel bad. I didn’t even get to tell you what I think about when I use Bob late at night.” I wink.
He presses his lips into a firm line. “Oh, come on, Win. You don’t have to breathe a word to have me blowing my fucking load,” he says. An uneasiness creeps onto his face. I frown.
“What?” I ask.
He shakes his head and says, “We both know exactly whatI dowant you to tell me.”
The words die on my lips.I love you, I think once again. I open my mouth to explain or play dumb, I’m not sure which. I’ll never know because the screen cuts to black and the Skype call is lost…or disconnected.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Maverick
We have a mission tomorrow night. We spent two months planning it. It’s a big one and I’d be stupid if a little nervousness didn’t mix with my excitement. It’s all I think about. The scenarios flit through my mind like a Power Point slide show.
That’s how it’s supposed to be. I’m reassured knowing that Windsor won’t cloud my brain as we storm a compound vice shack and kill some fucking bad guys, but she’s always there in some form or another. She won’t admit that she loves me. She tried to explain in an e-mail after the greatest Skype call of all time, but her explanation fell short.
