Page 20 of Affliction
Using his free hand, he brushes the strands of hair that are stuck on the side of my face, “You.”
Heat radiates in my core and wetness gathers between my thighs. Something about the position he has me in, the intensity in his eyes as he stares at me, and that one word combined has me turned on.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I don't have time to answer that question before his hand leaves my face and slides down my neck, stopping on my pulse point for a moment before continuing down my sides. My skin feels electric in the wake of his hand and my breathing begins to become heavier for a different reason. I’ve never been touched this way. So gently and possessively at the same time.
Maverick watches me intently as his hand reaches the top of my jeans. He lightly drags his fingers across my exposed stomach and goosebumps break out all over my entire body. I rub my thighs together and stifle a whimper. He notices and a low chuckle leaves his mouth.
“So beautiful.”
Biting my bottom lip, I stare in awe at the mountain of a man on top of me.Why am I so turned on? Why am I not trying to run?
He adjusts his position and scoots back so he’s sitting on my lower legs, and begins to unbutton my jeans. My breathing becomes heavier and now instead of fear, I’m nervous. Nervous about the fact that I have not once tried to stop this, and about the fact that no one has seen me in a position this vulnerable in a long time.
Maverick slides my jeans down my thighs and a low groan rumbles in his chest when he sees the black lace thong I wore today. His hand grips mythigh with punishing strength, I’m sure it’s going to leave fingertip bruises, it only makes me wetter.
I’m so fucked.
He pushes my panties to the side and he inhales sharply as he takes in the sight of my bare pussy. Heat flames in my cheeks and I turn my head to the side to try to hide my face. All of this is so new to me, and with a man who I was sure was here to take me back across the country to finish me off.
To be fair, I am still not sure that’s not what’s happening here. How do I know that Maverick has no idea who I am besides some bartender hejustmet? Truth is, I don’t. So why can’t I bring myself to keep fighting?
“Nope.” he says as he gently grabs my chin and forces me to turn my head back to look at him, “Eyes on me, Sweetheart.”
I force myself to keep looking at him as he grips my hip, then grabs my underwear and rips them off my body.
I moan at the sensation.Yup, fucked.
He puts my panties in his back pocket, then his fingers graze my pussy and I buck my hips. The feeling of his fingers on me is intense.
I have never been played with, never had foreplay, and I have always had to get myself off, but I think I might come just from his light touch.
“What am I going to do with you?” He asks, and the question throws me off. But before I can ask what he means, his fingers find my clit and he begins rubbing in slow, punishing circles.
I throw my head back and let out a whimper.
“Oh God!” I say between ragged breaths.
“Look at me Parker.” My eyes meet his and my heart stops.
“Not God. Me. The only name to ever leave your lips again in this position, is mine. God has nothing to do with it.”
With that declaration he slides two digits inside me. My walls clamp down on them, the sheer size and roughness of them is an overwhelming,and delectable sensation. He pulls another moan from my lips and begins to fuck me with his fingers at a punishing, delicious pace.
“Fuck you’re so tight. So wet. You like being chased, pretty girl? Your body says you do.”
I can’t form the words to answer, my mind only concentrating on the sensation of his rough fingers that are fucking me ruthlessly. His digits curl, finding that sensitive spot inside me and I throw my head back and slam my eyes shut. Maverick’s hand leaves my wrists, wrapping around my throat and squeezes; not enough to take away my air, but enough that the pressure increases the intensity of the orgasm that’s threatening to crash into me.
“Eyes on me, beautiful.” My eyes meet his, and spots begin to creep into my vision. “Give it to me,now.”He demands and releases his grip on my throat.
My body goes rigid, white dots dancing in my vision as I shatter on his fingers, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me roughly with his fingers as I ride out the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Only when I start to come down from the high does he slow down, and eventually remove his fingers from my sore pussy. I whimper at the loss and he chuckles.
“You’re so perfect.” I hear him say as he begins to rub slow gentle circles on my clit once again. My body shakes with the shocks it sends through me.
Once he’s sure I’m finished, he pulls my jeans back up to my hips. He comes to a stand above me and it looks like there are two of him. I’m spent and my body feels like jello.
He leans down and scoops me off the ground effortlessly bridal style and begins walking. He could be taking me anywhere for all I know, but I don't have the energy to ask questions. For some reason, I feel safe, right here, my head leaning on his chest right above his heart.
