Sacred Vow (Angels Halo MC Next Gen #5) - Terri Anne Browning Page 0,24
long enough to hand me his keys. After handing them over to me, he bent his knees so I could unlock the door and then open it for us. Once we were inside, he kicked the door closed and flipped the lock before carrying me through the apartment and straight to his bedroom.
It wasn’t the first time I’d been to his place, but my visits had been few and far between because there was rarely time for us to enjoy the comforts of an actual bed. Other than the necessary furniture, the place had always felt empty to me. He’d said it was because it was missing the most important feature—me.
Carefully, as if I were made of delicate glass, he placed me in the center of his bed and then stepped back. Pulling off his cut, he hung it off the closet door before kicking off his boots. While I watched him, enjoying the show of him stripping in front of me, I strained my ears, listening for signs of a motorcycle or anything else that would alert us to my dad having followed us.
Just because we’d made it to Maverick’s apartment didn’t mean we were in the clear.
When he was down to just his boxers, Mav walked back to the bed. His gray eyes skimmed over me hungrily, making the ache between my thighs intensify. “It’s taking everything in me not to devour your right now.” He grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the edge of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he started working on getting my jeans off, and I lifted my hips to help him.
The sound of my clothes hitting the floor hadn’t even reached me before his mouth was on my pussy. My fingers stabbed through his hair, holding him in place while his tongue spread my lips and then flicked teasingly over my clit. I arched my back off the bed as my body gave in to the pleasure it knew only Maverick could deliver to me.
“So fucking sweet,” he growled, making wet, slopping noises against my core. “I’ve missed this pussy almost as much as I’ve missed you.”
“Maverick, I’m close,” I whined. “Please.”
“Shh, I got you, baby.” Squeezing my ass in his hands, he lifted me closer, but he continued to tease me. With only the very tip of his tongue, he licked from my clit down to my entrance, where he circled and then traveled back to my pulsing clit once more. I felt my arousal dripping down my ass, his torture only turning me on more.
He licked and sucked and teased me until I was begging him to finish me off. Maverick knew all my triggers, and when his thumb circled my rear entrance just as his tongue thrust deep into my center, I screamed his name as my release sent me flying.
I was still struggling to catch my breath when he lifted me to the center of the bed again. Pushing his boxers down, he thrust deep inside my still convulsing pussy.
“Motherfuck,” he groaned. “You feel so damn good, baby.”
“You…too,” I panted, wrapping my legs around his hips. “I missed you so much.”
“Ah, babe. I missed you more. Hate being so far away from you, River. Can’t breathe when you’re not close.” He licked up my neck, the edge of his teeth grazing my skin and making my inner walls clench around his thick shaft. “You keep that up, and I’m going to blow before either of us is ready.”
“Who said I’m not ready?” I turned my head and caught his mouth. I thrust my tongue into his mouth hard, urging him to pump his hips into me with the same intensity. I was already close again.
And like Mav knew all of my triggers, I knew all of his. We were each other’s firsts, and we knew each other’s bodies as well—if not better—than we knew our own. While I sucked on his tongue, my nails sliced down his back, giving him that little taste of pain I knew always sent him over the edge.
His cock stretched me even farther as the first shot of his come spilled deep inside me. The feel of his hot release triggered my own, making my walls contract around his hard girth as I milked him of every last drop.
Maverick collapsed on top of me, and I savored the feel of his weight pressing me into the bed. But it only lasted a few seconds before he cursed and rolled onto his side.