Page 21 of Tattered
“You thought I meant I didn’t want to hang out or have you come back to the room with me. That’s not what I was trying to say.”
I hate that he is reading me so well. I normally try so hard to keep my emotions in check, to not let anything affect me, yet having him around this week has brought all my walls down.
“No, I didn’t,” I lie, hating how vulnerable I feel. “I just figured you would want your space.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he says, cutting me off.
I narrow my eyes at him. He’s onto me though as his grin stretches across his face, slipping his arm around my neck, pulling me closer. He presses his mouth against my forehead, kissing me.
“Don’t even try to say I don’t know what I’m talking about. We both know I’m right and you’d rather be told to go streaking through the parking lot than admit you’re wrong.”
I roll my eyes dramatically.
“I mean, if you want to strip right here, you certainly won’t see me complaining. It would delay our trip back to the hotel and what I have planned, but I’m all for getting started right here.”
Smacking him on the chest, I take a step back and say, “Don’t you wish.”
“You’re right, baby. I do fucking wish.”
The entire way back to the hotel, I feel like I’m riding on a high. The adrenaline coursing through me makes it hard to keep my mind off what he has in store for the night. As soon as the elevator doors close, we can’t keep our hands off each other. His strong hands wrap around my thighs, hoisting me up against the wall. His hard length rubs against me through the denim of my jeans and the move steals my breath away.
“You feel good, baby.”
His warm breath feathers along my wet lips still tingling from his punishing kiss. I slip my hand around his neck, holding him closer to me.
The elevator dings, announcing our arrival, and the sound of a throat clearing clues us in that we are no longer alone.
“Excuse us,” Maverick says, lowering me to the floor as he slides his hand in mine, tugging me along behind him out of the elevator.
I mutter an apology as we slip past the older couple. I can’t help but chuckle at the grin on the gentleman’s face when he gives me a wink.
Maverick quickly slides the key in the reader. The light flashes green and he quickly pushes the door open. He pulls me in behind him before slamming the door shut.
“God, you make me crazy. Now that I’ve had a taste of you, I’m like a starving man. Come here,” he groans, pressing me up against the steel door as his mouth crashes down on mine.
I moan as my legs find their way home around his waist once again. He leans back, his eyes glossy and full of desire. He runs his hand over my chest, slipping beneath the cotton of my sweater. His callused fingers feeling rough against my soft skin.
“Mav,” I choke out as his thumb rubs over my sensitive nipple.
With every tweak, he adds in a perfectly timed thrust against my aching center. Squeezing my eyes shut, I feel the arousal building, causing a shiver to roll through me.
Wrapping his hands around my thighs again, he keeps a hold of me as he carries me into the room, setting me on the edge of the bed.
Lifting my leg into the air, he slowly eases the zipper down on my boots. His eyes burn into mine as he slides them off my feet and tosses them onto the floor. My breath hitches when his fingers curl into my denim jeans, pulling them, along with my underwear, down my legs. As soon as I’m bare beneath him, he drops to his knees with his mouth at my center. Sitting up, I peer down at him and watch as his mouth wraps around my aching clit, sucking.
“Holy shit,” I mutter, dropping my head back between my shoulders.
His muffled moans add a vibration against my swollen bud as I lift my pelvis up, grinding against his face. His hands move to cup my ass, holding my body in the air as he buries his mouth between my legs.
“Yes, holy shit, yes. Don’t fucking stop,” I say, reaching down, holding him by his hair so he doesn’t move. I fight against his tight grip to close my thighs around his head.
Lights flash before my eyes, and my body quivers with the force of my release. He doesn’t relent, using his tongue to drive me so far out of my mind I can’t form words or control my movements as I go speeding over the edge.
I feel my body twitch from the aftershocks of my release.
As my vision returns a moment later, I find Maverick standing at the foot of the bed with his pants down and his hard cock jutting out.
Cum leaks from the tip of his cock. My tongue skates across my lower lip at the thought of wrapping my mouth around him. My eyes trail up his body to find him dragging his thumb over his lip as he watches me spread out beneath him. His eyes are hooded, focused between my legs, as a smile plays on his lips.
