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I press my pussy against his growing, surely throbbing erection, and nearly moan at how thick and long he is. Desire flares in his eye once more, his hand moving to grip my ass to pull me even further into him. Leaning forward, I press my lips into his neck, licking circles along his Adam’s apple, and up to the stubble along his jaw.
A guttural groan leaves his lips, reverberating from deep inside of him.
“I’d rather take my chances,Maverick.”
ChapterThree
PHOENIX
“Fuckkk… You’re so responsive, Nyx. The way your body reacts to my touch, it’s like I was meant to touch you, to lick you, to tease you.”
His hard, muscular body falls heavy on me as he lies over me, pressing into me, and crushing me while simultaneously licking circles along my neck and down through the dip of my breasts, nearly squeezing all the oxygen out of me. I writhe in pleasure beneath him at the erotic way his tongue moves against my nipple through the thin fabric of my bikini top.
It’s intoxicating how he expertly flicks my hard nub, making a patch of goosebumps appear over my sweat glistened skin. I moan, loud and needy, and the bastard chuckles. But the sound that leaves him makes me only hornier. Fuck. I’m so wet, I can feel my arousal seeping out of me, turning my bikini bottoms into a damn slip and slide.
I feel his grin widen against my flesh, as another gravelly sound leaves him.
“Get off of me if you're going to mock me,” I sneer, though I really don’t want him to.
“Careful, Nyx, you don’t want to piss me off. Not when I’m in control of your next orgasm. I can give it to you, or I can deprive you of what you want most. Be a good little girl or I’ll have no other choice but to punish you.”
“Fuck you!” I spit out, but his mouth comes down on my nipple, biting and tugging, until I’m whimpering like a needy slut.
“Soon baby, very soon.” His hand dips beneath the small patch of fabric of my bottom, calloused fingertips rubbing back and forth through the wetness puddled underneath.
“Nectar of the gods,” he growls, removing his fingers and bringing them up to his lips. Slowly he shoves them into his mouth, sucking them, his eyes closing as he savors them. “So fucking sweet.”
“Oh god, Maverick, please touch me. I need you to touch me again.” He’s smiling, grinning from ear to ear. I can’t see him because I’ve closed my eyes, reveling in how good his fingers feel once again sliding through my pussy lips, but I know he’s smiling triumphantly.
Expert fingers enter me as his thumb presses against my clit, bringing me to the edge of my climax. “Yes, right there. Oh, fuck.”
“Be a good little girl and come for me.”
I’m almost there, riding his fingers, grinding against his palm. So close. “I’m…”
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.
My phone vibrates loudly against my nightstand, waking me from the erotic dream I was just having. I sit up startled, sweat clad, and overheated, but one-hundred percent relieved to find I was only dreaming. I’m panting heavily, out of breath, and out of control. Pressing my thighs together, I feel just how aroused I am and fall back onto my pillow with a thud.
A dream. It was only a dream. But oh god what a dream it was.
I can’t hide the slight dissatisfaction at the realization I was only dreaming. It felt so real. He felt so real. Hell, I nearly orgasmed in my sleep.
That’d be a first.
Half awake, pissed off, and disappointed in myself for having a sex dream about the gorgeous fuck-head, I reach over to my nightstand for my phone, which is currently still buzzing relentlessly. The bright light from the screen blinds me as I try to tear my groggy eyes open to unlock it.
The screen blinks, alerting me to four unread messages. I click them open in the order they came in.
Dee: Nobu, 6:30. We’ll swing by and pick you up. 4:45p.m.
Dee: Phoenix? Hello? We’re supposed to go to Nobu for our celebratory first day of senior year dinner. Answer me, bitch! 5:10 p.m.
Brooklyn: Dad says dinner is at 6. You better be here P. 5:45 p.m.
Olly: Leaving my house, we’re on our way to pick you up P. Don’t make us honk… 6:10 p.m.
I look at the digital clock on the top right-hand corner of my screen. It’s 6:15 pm. I’m fifteen minutes late to this supposed dinner with dear old dad and have only fifteen minutes to get dressed for dinner with Dee and Olly.
