Page 67 of Ship Happens
“Whoa, whoa, hold the fucking phone. I wanted to give you a blow job, not do a goddamn Ginsu demonstration.” I liked this better when the problem was self-loathing.
“You aren’t going to go deep, but a cut is the best way to keep me where I need to be. It’s easier to show you than try to explain it.”
I nibble my lip, but without the grin this time. What he’s asking is something I don’t know I can give him. But fuck it, I’ll try.
The knife is easy enough to find at the bottom of his bag, tucked beneath neatly folded jeans and a few pairs of khaki shorts. The handle looks worn from years of use, and the blade hasn’t fared much better. Nicks and scratches mar the metal, but when I run it over the fine hairs on my forearm, I see that he was correct. It’s sharp as fuck.
“So . . . how do I do this?” I ask as I stand over him. “Is there a particular spot, or . . . ?”
“The hip, sweetheart. Press lightly and drag the blade from my hip toward my groin. The skin is sensitive there.”
I feel like a topless doctor about to perform a kinky surgery as I bend at the waist and hold the sharp edge against his skin. Even as I apply pressure and begin to move my hand, my brain screams that this is wrong.
Maverick cries out and winces, and I snatch back the blade.
“Sorry!” I shout. “You fucking told me to!”
He shakes his head, sending a bead of sweat into his eye. “No, you’re doing great. This is what I need. But bend a little lower so your tits swing by the blade. I’ve had this fantasy for so long, and you’re the living embodiment.”
“Wait, so you haven’t done this with anyone else?”
His eyebrows pull together. “No, I haven’t shared this part of me with anyone else. You’re the first. I usually just pop to the bathroom, singe my ball sack with a lighter, and carry on.”
“I just thought?—”
“The scars are there because that’s what I would do when I was alone. Before I found better ways to masturbate.” He shrugs as best he can when cuffed in that position. “The fantasy wasn’t as good without the girl.”
I lean forward and look into his eyes as I press the knife to his skin. “Oh really? And how is the fantasy now?”
His eyes snap to my chest, and he licks his lips. “Better than I ever imagined.”
I pull the blade downward, but I don’t stop when he cries out this time. I complete the motion, bringing an alarming amount of blood to the surface. Maverick must notice the concern on my face, because he starts reassuring me again.
But I’m not concerned for his safety. While he’s bleeding pretty good, it isn’t a dangerous amount. No, I’m concerned because my thoughts keep going to a very dark place. First the bloody visions, then Castle, and now?—
Fuck it.
I drag my palm through the blood pooling in the dip above his hip, then swipe it over his stiffening cock. When he realizes what I’m doing, he groans and watches as my hand slides up and down his shaft, painting it red. Looks like his fantasy isn’t the only one we’ll be fulfilling today.
After gathering more blood, I lather my chest with crimson as I continue stroking Maverick. When my breasts are good and slick, I lean forward and smash his dick between them. He rocks his hips upward with a moan that vibrates the mattress. His head tips to the side as he fucks my crimson tits. His eyes are glued to the place where we join, and the unbridled pleasure onhis face has me dripping. He meant what he said. He wants me, relaxed breasts and all.
As the blood begins to dry, it grows more difficult to slide his dick through the tight space, so I release my breasts and drop my mouth to the head of his cock. The metallic taste rockets over my tongue as I take him to the back of my throat.
The headboard groans as Maverick’s arms jerk downward, but his hands stay in place. “God, I just want to touch you.”
I twist his shaft with one hand and move my mouth in the opposite direction. I want him to touch me too. But not yet.
“If I can’t feel you with my fingertips, can you at least angle that ass toward me? I want to view your perfect pussy while you please me.”
Using my free hand, I lower my shorts and kick them away, then reposition to give him the view he desires. All the while, I keep sucking his dick like my life depends on it. It’s a delicate balancing act, but I manage it.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls. “You’re so wet for me.”
His cock jumps in my mouth, an involuntary twitch of excitement when he realizes how much I want him. Meanwhile, I’m just trying to pretend I don’t have a butthole he’s probably looking at. I’ve seen the TikToks.
“I’m close, sweetheart. If you keep up that rhythm, I’m going to come.”
I squeeze the base of his shaft in a death grip as I break the suction and lick the blood from my lips. “Don’t even think about it. Not until I’ve gotten mine.”
