I'd grabbed one of Maverick's tank tops to sleep in without paying it much attention but as I glanced down at it I almost smiled, reminded of a shirt he used to wear when we were kids. It was white with a silhouette of waves scrawled across it and long arm holes which let the cold slip inside all too easily, making my nipples pebble as a shiver teased across my skin.
I made it to the open door, my bare feet silent on the tiles as I tilted my head to the side to see what Maverick was doing. He stood there in his black boxers, the moonlight highlighting the black whorls of countless tattoos which lined his flesh and gleaming off of his muscular body, making my mouth dry out at the sight of him.
He released a long breath, his gaze fixed on the lights of Sunset Cove across the dark water and raised the revolver before pressing it to his temple.
My heart leapt in panic as I took in what I was seeing and I lurched forward, throwing the door wide and jumping at him. My hand smacked against his just as he pulled the trigger, knocking the gun aside. The echoing boom of the gunshot rang out across the sea, making my ears ring as Maverick's free hand locked around my wrist and his eyes widened in shock.
The two of us just stared at each other in stunned silence for a moment before I reached out and snatched the still smoking revolver from his grip.
"What the fuck were you thinking?!" I screamed at him, wrenching my arm back and hurling the gun that had almost ended his fucking life out over the balcony towards the sea with all my strength.
Maverick snarled furiously at me, whirling me around and lifting me off of my feet as he slammed me back against the glass wall which separated the suite from the balcony.
My legs locked around his waist automatically and he pinned my wrist to the glass above my head as he glared down at me.
My lips parted to demand more answers, but before I could even attempt it, his mouth found mine and I moaned into his kiss.
My entire body came alive at the brutality of that kiss and I swear every moment of hurt and heartache and longing for the boy he'd been was drawn to the surface of my skin as I fell into it. I could taste his pain too. Could feel his loneliness and his want and need and all the unsaid things that had hung in the space between us for ten long years. This was my Rick, the soul that belonged with mine and ached for mine and fucking hurt because we'd been apart for too damn long. That kiss said everything that words couldn't. It spoke of how much we'd hurt for each other and hungered for each other and of all the kisses we should have shared in the time we'd been parted.
He released his grip on my wrist and I groaned as his mouth moved from my lips to my neck, sucking and biting and marking my flesh as the thick swell of his cock drove against me between my thighs.
"Rick," I begged, needing him to take all of this pain in my heart and soul and turn it into something else. Something so much fucking better, while I did the same for him.
He gripped my ass and turned us, half heading towards the door but slamming me back against another section of the glass wall instead as his mouth found my nipple through the thin material of my shirt and he bit down hard.
My toes brushed against the back of a rattan couch and I shifted my legs so that instead of being coiled around him, my feet were planted on the back of it and I could help him hold my weight up.
I gripped the waistband of his boxers and shoved them down, my pussy clenching at the thought of claiming this beast of a man, this piece of my heart and cause of my pain. But I didn't care about any of that right now, I just needed him to take me in whatever way he wanted me and to let the ruined parts of me feel whole for at least a little while.
Maverick caught the hem of my shirt and ripped it over my head, making my hair tumble down around me in a fan of pastel colours as he gazed at my naked body with a hungry groan.
"Every day that I was in that place I dreamed of you," he said in a rough voice as he kicked his boxers aside and the solid length of his cock moved between my thighs, rubbing against my wet core and making me moan with need. "Every night I closed my eyes and thought about how it would feel to claim your sweet pussy like this."
I looked up at him as his words set my pulse racing and he fisted his cock as he lined it up with my entrance, the head pushing in the smallest amount and making me gasp at the thickness of him.
"No other pussy could have come close for me. Not after fucking my hand to the thought of yours, night after night," he went on, grasping my ass with bruising fingers as I tried to rock my hips and take him deeper. "Do you understand what I'm saying to you, beautiful?"
"No," I moaned, my head rolling back as I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and tried to drag him closer, force him to sink in deeper.
"I was in prison for six years surrounded by nothing but cocks while thinking about your wet cunt every fucking night. I went in there a virgin, beautiful."
"You're not a virgin now, Rick," I protested, because I'd seen him with Mia and I wasn't a fucking idiot.
"I'm not saying I am," he growled. "I'm saying I've waited a long time to take ownership of a pussy because there's only one I'm interested in owning. So tell me you want me to own it, or I'll fuck you in the ass like all the rest."
My lips popped open as I stared at him, blinking several times as I realised what he was saying. And though it was insane, and I knew a hole was a hole and realistically this shouldn't have meant anything different, I knew it did. He hadn't wanted anyone like this aside from me. He hadn't abandoned me when I'd thought he had. He had been alone and aching for me just the way I had been for him and even when he'd given up hope of ever finding me again, he'd never crossed this line with another.
"Own me, Rick," I said firmly. "Fuck me like you mean it and make me forget the last ten years that separated us."
Maverick groaned hungrily at my words, his hold on my ass so fucking hard that I knew he must have been leaving bruises where he gripped me, but I wanted him to. I wanted him to brand my body in every way he could and to take just as much from me as he gave.
With a jerk of his hips he did exactly that, his thick, solid cock driving so deep inside me that the feel of it ripped my breath away and a cry of pleasure tore from my lips to be stolen by the sky. Maverick groaned deeply as my pussy clenched around him and I hoped that it felt as good as he'd imagined it would to finally claim what he'd been aching for.
His mouth found mine as he drew back and as I cried out again with his next brutal thrust, he swallowed the sounds.
I rocked my hips forward to meet him, using the placement of my feet on the back of the couch to make sure that every clash of our hips had his cock slamming in hard and deep and he kissed me in this brutal, savage way that had me destroyed for him.
His cock was so fucking big that it was making my head spin with every thrust and my fingernails bit into his shoulders as I scratched and marked him at least as much as he was me.
The glass at my back shook and rattled every time he drove into me and a sudden cracking sound made us both freeze as the pane at my back erupted with a spiderweb of cracks that spread out all over it.
I swore, breaking our kiss and looking over my shoulder at the damage to the glass, but Rick barely spared it a glance, dropping his mouth to suck on my nipple hard enough to make me groan before pulling out of me suddenly.
Maverick lifted me away from the damaged window and dropped me to my feet beside the balcony railings. He leaned down to kiss me again, his lips bruising as he pushed his hands into my hair and slowly coiled the length of it around his fist. As soon as he had control of my head, he shoved me to my knees beneath him and tugged on my hair to make me look up at him.
"I'm going to own every piece of your body tonight, beautiful," he growled. "I'm going to own it in all the ways I dreamed of owning it while I was locked up and aching for you. And you're going to love every fucking second of it, aren't you?"
The defiant little asshole in me wanted to tell him to fuck off and show him just how much I could own him instead, but th
ere was something about him tonight, something in the way I'd caught him with that gun pressed to his temple and the darkness in his eyes that seemed to stretch on forever. He needed this. He needed to claim something from his former life and fulfil this desire in him if there was ever going to be any hope of him reclaiming the life he could have lived.
"Make me love it, baby," I mocked him, licking my swollen lips and eyeing the solid length of his inked cock while he fisted it in his big, tattooed hand. "Do your worst. I'm yours to ruin tonight. Let's see if you can make me feel alive again."
Maverick gave me a look that made my insides clench in the most delicious way as I missed the feeling of his dick inside me. He pressed forward and I opened my mouth like a good girl, licking the head of his cock as he fed it to me, his grip in my hair holding me completely immobile.
But he wasn't fucking around with any kind of build up and with a lust-filled growl, he jerked his hips forward and thrust his cock right in to the back of my throat.
I moaned around his shaft, tasting him and me and sucking on every glorious inch of it as my jaw was forced wide and he began to fuck my mouth with a reckless abandon which had me panting for more.
I gripped his ass to encourage him, my fingernails biting into the toned muscles and as I raised my gaze to meet his where he was watching me, he groaned loudly and came hard.
Hot cum shot to the back of my throat and he held me in place with his dick firmly inside my mouth as he waited for me to swallow it down before unravelling his fist from my hair and pulling back out of me.
His cock was barely even losing any of its hardness and Maverick licked his lips as he tugged me to my feet and led me over to the sun lounger.
"That was the easy one, beautiful," he said in a rough voice that made my nipples tighten and ache. "Now come sit on my face while I get ready for round two."
Ho-ly shit, this man was going to be the death of me and I would lay there in my casket with a big as fuck smile on my dead face and the words 'she was dicked to death and died happy as sin' scrawled across my headstone.
Maverick sat back on the sun lounger, giving me a moment to stare at all of his delicious ink as it shone in the moonlight. Hell, even his cock was a work of art, the leviathan resting between his thighs at half-mast already and making moisture pool between my thighs. This man was a sight to behold. A demon given the skin of a saint, left to corrupt it in all the most delicious ways.
I climbed into his lap and kissed him hard, loving the way he gripped my ass and dug his fingers in hard. Everything about this man was solid and certain and unforgiving. He was rough and brutal and oh so fucking delicious.
Maverick's teeth suddenly sank into my bottom lip and I gasped at the bite of pain, jerking back and tasting blood. I slapped him without even thinking about it and that darkness in his eyes swirled with filthy promises as my palm stung from the blow.
"I told you to sit on my face, not my lap," he warned me, laying back on the sun lounger and lifting me by ass so that he could place my knees down either side of his head. "Defy me again and I'll punish you for it."
"Yes, master," I taunted but the heated look he gave me from beneath my thighs said he didn't mind that one bit. "Or would you rather ‘owner’?" I teased and Maverick's grip on my ass tightened as he forced me down so that my wet pussy was positioned exactly where he wanted it and as his mouth closed over my clit, I couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath. He started licking and sucking and oh my fucking life, it felt so good that I couldn't help but moan for him as I began to grind down and ride his face. I pawed at my aching nipples, tugging on them and giving some relief to the needy flesh as I tried to remember what I'd been saying.
"Sir?" I suggested breathily, trying to keep up the game even as his tongue swirled around inside me and I found myself grinding down harder, fucking his face as I chased a release which I knew would destroy me. Maverick took a hand from my ass and slapped it down hard, making me yelp and buck against his mouth. I knew that was my warning, but shit, my pussy had liked that a whole hell of a lot and if spanking was the punishment I could expect for riling him up then I was definitely game.
"My king?" I moaned as he sucked my clit into his mouth and this time he spanked me so hard that my pussy clenched and I almost came instantly, but the fucker released my clit and started lapping at my opening instead, denying me the release.
"Do that again," I begged, rocking my hips and fucking his face and not even giving a shit that anyone could see us up here. I was too far gone for that. Dick blinded, pussy poisoned, who could fucking say? All I knew was that Maverick was licking me out like he was going for gold in the Olympics and I was more than ready to let him claim that fucking prize.
He didn't comply with my request though and his fingers merely bit into my ass as he rocked my hips and refused to spank me again. So I clearly needed to bring out the big guns.
"Spank me, Daddy," I moaned. "Show me you own me like I'm a naughty little-" a cry of surprise escaped me as Maverick thrust two thick fingers straight into my ass and sucked my clit between his teeth in the same move. He pumped his fingers in harder and his tongue lapped over that perfect fucking spot, making me explode for him.
The cry of pleasure that escaped me must have been loud enough for the sharks to hear and I tugged on my nipples as I ground down on Maverick's face to prolong the ecstasy. He yanked his fingers back out of me and spanked me sharply, making my pussy clench and my orgasm intensify as my body fell apart at his command.
Before I even knew what way was up again, Maverick gripped my waist and tossed me face first onto the sun lounger. My ass was in the air and his cock plunging into my pussy a moment later and I gasped as I was forced to grip the edge of the lounger and hold on for dear life.
Maverick gripped my hips and fucked me so hard that I couldn't catch my breath, his huge cock slamming in so deep and brutally that it was all I could do to keep my ass in the air and take every fucking inch of him just the way he wanted me.
He was pinching and squeezing my ass, his hand cracking down against it firmly more than once and his fingers pushing into my tight hole too, making me feel so full that I could barely take it.
I was making so much fucking noise that my throat was already feeling raw and as my pussy began to clench and tighten around him again, I knew I was begging but I just couldn't help it. This felt too fucking good. Too fucking right.
But just as I was certain that we were both about to finish for the final time, Maverick yanked his cock out of me again and pulled me to my feet.
He whipped me around to face him, kissing me deeply, his tongue dominating my mouth as he walked me backwards into his suite and shoved me down onto the bed beneath him.
My legs spread wide as he followed me and he kissed and bit his way back up my body, marking my flesh and branding me with his touch. He sucked and squeezed my tits while his hand found my clit and as he sank his cock into me again, his other hand closed around my throat.
I stilled beneath him, looking up into his dark eyes as he gave me the briefest moment to say no. And I should have been saying no because this was fucked up. Shawn had almost killed me by putting his hand around my neck like that and there was no way it should have been turning me on.
But shit, my pussy was so wet right now, my muscles clenching and heart pounding and for some fucked up reason, I wanted this.
"Show me you own me, Rick," I breathed and that darkness in his gaze flared with triumph as I wound my legs around his waist and he tightened his grip on my throat.
Maverick began to thrust in harder, deeper, his mouth moving to claim a savage kiss from my lips one last time before he drew back, rearing over me and squeezing tight enough to cut off my breath.
My hands locked around his wrist as my pussy tightened around his cock and he drove himself into me harder and harder until my lungs were burning and my head was spinning and I was coming so fucking hard that black spots danced across my eyes.
Mav
erick loosened his hold on my throat as an animal growl escaped him and my pulsing pussy gripped his cock tight in a demand for every drop of cum he had.
I gasped, sucking in a heady breath as my entire body buzzed with pleasure and his weight drove me down into the sheets.
He fell over me, his dick still buried deep as he kissed me again, his fingers trailing down my side and making my tingling body hum with more pleasure.
This kiss wasn't like the others, it was slower, deeper, full of pain and heartache and all the time we'd been without each other. It said I owned him as much as he'd just owned me.
Maverick drew back slowly, his eyes closing and forehead pressing to mine as we simply stole that moment from the universe. The two of us had suffered at the hands of time over the last ten years and in the darkest depths of the nights when I'd woken up alone or in the bed of a stranger, I'd dreamed of him. Of all my boys holding me close like that and never letting go.
His hand found mine in the tangle of sheets and he threaded his fingers through mine, slowly lifting it above our heads and pressing it to the mattress.
"I always knew I'd find you again one day," he said, breathing in deeply like he was trying to inhale my soul. "We were written in blood and bone. The sum of all we ever were and will be."
"I missed you," I admitted, a tear slipping from the corner of my eye as I tried to steal that feeling of his body pressed to mine and keep it for myself so that I'd never have to feel alone again. "I missed you so bad it broke me, Rick."
He sighed and I swear in that sound alone I could feel the ache in him too, the regret and the knowledge that we could never really reclaim what we'd once had. The future we should have owned together had been stolen from us a long time ago and the people we were now had nothing on the kids we'd once been.
Maverick released me, pushing himself upright and separating our bodies so that cold air washed over my bare flesh once more.
I caught his forearm suddenly, my fingers biting into his skin as I frowned up at him. "Stay," I demanded. "Steal a little more of this lie with me, Rick. I just want to pretend for a bit longer."
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