Shit, I’m really not going to last much longer.
“Leave your hands there, little one, or I won’t let you come.” he smirks up at me knowing well enough I won’t move my arms because I am desperate for the pleasure he promises.
He makes his way down to the top of my jeans. Slowly opening them, the sound of every tooth on the zipper is heard, adding to my torture. Looking to Axel who is now leaning on the wall next to Landon arms crossed. Trying to look unfazed, but his erection isn’t so easily hidden, and his eyes—well, they give him away the most. He’s enjoying the show, my torture. They both are. Pricks.
I buck my hips to get Maverick to hurry up. He ignores me, dragging this out, getting a kick out of watching me become more desperate. He goes equally slow pulling my pants down over the curve of my ass, down my thighs. He kisses the inside of both my knees once my jeans pass them and gives the same attention to my ankles. Once he has them off, he throws them somewhere behind him. Before they even have the chance to land on the floor his face is buried between my legs.
He lets out a heavy groan. “Fuck boys, if she tastes as good as she smells we will soon be addicted.”
“As if were already not.” I’m not sure who says that. I can’t really focus on much. Until I hear material tear and a cool and sudden breeze on my now bare pussy.
“Maverick! Seriously, I like my clothes. Stop ripping them!”
In response, he spanks my pussy, and to my surprise and maybe horror I absolutely love it. Moaning and raising my hips in response silently asking for more.
“Dirty little slut, you love your pussy being spanked.”
Oh fuck.
“I can see how wet you are. You want to be my dirty little slut? You know what? I think you like being my dirty slut.” Heslowly runs his finger up my slit and lightly brushes my swollen clit, before he lands another spank on my soaked folds.
No coherent words are leaving my mouth as I nod at him.
“Does my dirty little slut love getting her pussy spanked?” He doesn’t wait for a response before I feel his hand on me again, delivering one more slap.
Oh God.
I whimper and nod again. Tears starting to form in the corner of my eyes. “Mav?”
“Yes, little one?”
“Please, I need—I need to come please.”
“As you wish.”
I’m not sure when he got naked, but he is. His body is tight and muscular, his chest covered in tattoos meeting the ones on his arms. He lines his cock up with my entrance and looks down at me, kissing me one last time before he thrusts, burying himself in me.
I throw my head back, my eyes closing tightly at his intrusion, perfectly stretching me and causing me to come undone all over his cock. Screaming his name as my release rips through me.
“That, little one, was beautiful. I need more.” He seems to have no rhythm, just hungry for another one of my orgasms. One I’m not sure I can give him.
All I can do is shake my head. I can't possibly come again.
“You can and you will.” He is hitting a spot I didn’t know existed. I can feel another orgasm build.
I move my hands; I need to touch him. They rest on his back until he hits a new spot causing my nails to dig into his unprotected skin. The sensation only seems to spur him on. His thrusts are more feral, more unruly.
“Oh god, fuck fuck fuck.”
“Come little one. Come on my cock. Let that pussy squeeze me.”
And I do. I come hard. I see stars. I swear I leave my body. Maverick’s grunts and groans pull me back into the present just in time to see him come. It’s a beautiful sight. With my name on his lips, his hips stutter as the final moments of his climax wash over him.
Both panting, covered in sweat, we look at each other in a charged moment before sharing a slow and gentle kiss.
“I knew you were worth the wait, little one.”
He kisses the tip of my nose before kissing my forehead and slowly pulling out. I miss his weight and his warmth. I don’t have time to dwell on that because he comes back with a warm cloth, cleaning me.
