THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,65

I’m supposed to hear. “Come here,” he says a little more loudly.

I couldn’t tell him no if I wanted to. His voice sends a shock of wetness right between my thighs. The promise of his hands on me forces one foot in front of the other. I leave the hem of the lace riding high and straddle his lap, facing him. His hard-on is on full display, tenting his black boxer briefs, begging to be touched.

Finding one of the few appropriate places, he rests his hands on my arms. “What are you doing to me?” He lays his head against my chest, buzzing his nose and lips against my skin.

“Dancing for my boyfriend,” I reply innocently, grinding down a little further on his lap and pushing my tits into his face. “What are you doing to me?” I ask.

“Whatever the fuck I want,” he growls, pulling my hips and my exposed sex down onto his lap. I feel his dick through his underwear and it does crazy things to my head. The classic rock song finishes. Lacey black nighty is gone the next second.

He kisses me furiously, like he’s going to starve without me. He’s crazed. And I know why. This is it. He’s finally going to make love to me. He can’t hold back anymore. His mouth finds my nipple the same time he pulls my hips against him, against his cock. Creating the perfect friction his tongue flicks one nipple and then the other, before closing his mouth fully around one. Throwing my head back, a long moan escapes. He makes me feel so good. Tingling pressure spreads inside and outside of every cell in my body.

“Do whatever you want, Mav…whatever you want,” I cry. His tongue is on my neck, my ear, my jaw, and then finally back in my mouth, twisting with mine. I thread my hands around his thick neck and press my body against his. He lays down and I’m on top of him.

“What do you want?” he asks, but it’s more of a freaking growl. I’ve never seen him this turned on. His huge hands are like vice grips on my hips. I couldn’t get away if I wanted to. He twitches underneath me every few seconds, reminding me he’s there. I think I want to suck him right now. That’s what I want. I catch my bottom lip between my teeth and give him a knowing smile. I kiss down his chest, over his heart and down his abs. He stops me. “No, Windsor. What do you really want?”

“I want to suck your cock, if you’ll let me,” I say, confused. Isn’t it obvious I’m going downtown?

“Just say it,” he says. A light switch is thrown. I know what he’s asking. He wants me to beg. He wants me to tell him I want him to make love to me. I can’t be the voice for both of us.

I exhale, placing a wet kiss on his hard, lower stomach. “What do you want me to say, Mav? Do you want me to beg? Is that what you need?” The stupid questions sound pathetic coming out of my mouth. “I saw the condoms,” I admit, averting my gaze and tucking my hair behind my ear.

Maverick releases me and brings his hands up to tangle in his hair. He runs his palms down the front of his face, and heaves a huge sigh. He looks tortured and I don’t want to see him like this. Not now. Not ever. So I give him the reprieve of not having to answer me. I yank down his underwear and stick his dick in my mouth. He hisses out a breath.

“Not like this. Come here,” he orders. He grabs me by my waist and twists me so my knees are on each side of his head. Roughly, he parts my legs with one hand and pulls me down to sit on his face with the other. I cry out once, as the sensations assault my body all at once. Several long seconds pass as he licks and sucks, and thrusts his tongue before I remember I’m supposed to be doing something too. Not that he cares. Maverick is ravenous as he goes down on me. The biggest turn on is how much he enjoys it.

Leaning over, I put him in my mouth and try my best to focus, but every few seconds my eyes go a little blurry with complete lust haze. I lick around the tip