Dirty Maverick (The Maxwell Family)

by Alycia Taylor

  “I doubt that your head is empty,” I said. “Emma told me that you were really smart. She said that even though you refused to go to school, you could still help her with her homework…how do you know things like that, if you didn’t go to school to learn them?”

  “If I want to know something, I look it up somewhere. The internet, a book, whatever. There’s information out there everywhere. I just don’t see packing your head with a bunch of crap you’re not ever going to need to know. I also learn better on my own rather than in a group setting. I’m a little bit anti-social,” he said.

  “No! I would have never guessed,” in a mock, shocked tone.

  “I know,” he said with a smile, “Shocking. Especially considering you spent…how much time at my house over the years and I’m just now getting to know you?”

  “Right, most of the time when I was there I never saw you. Did you hide in your room?”

  “Nah, I usually wasn’t there,” he said. I hadn’t been interested then, but now I wondered where it was that he was at. He was only a few years older than us, and his parents always knew where Emma was. Maybe it was the male vs female thing. “You didn’t answer me though,” he said. “Did you like the fight?”

  “I actually did,” I said, honestly. “I didn’t think I would, but it was fun. I may not have liked it as much if you didn’t win.”

  “Good, thing I rarely lose,” he said with another cocky grin. “So you’ll come to another one sometime since you’ll be in town for a while?”

  “Yeah, I’d like that,” I told him. I liked the idea of spending more time with him.

  He looked far away all of a sudden. I just sat quietly and waited for him to come back. I figured he was thinking about Emma again. His eyes were sad as he said, “I’m going to win a title someday. I wish that Emma would have been here to see that.”

  I wanted to touch him, and comfort him but that felt weird so I said, “I like to think that there is an afterlife so that I can imagine her looking down on us.”

  “I hope so,” he said. He didn’t sound convinced of it. He seemed to physically shake himself, like trying to shake off the bad thoughts and then he said, “You want another beer?”

  I really knew I should say no, but I heard myself say, “Sure.” What I wanted was to just keep finding reasons to stay here with him. Another beer was good enough for now.

  He went and got them and when he came back he acted like he had never brought Emma up and instead he said, “I guess I was a handful to my parents. I wasn’t a bad kid…but I just always hated following the same rules that everyone else did. I imagine that would drive a parent a little bit crazy.”

  “It seems like you have a good relationship with them now,” I said.

  “Yeah, we have a decent relationship. Mostly, it was because no matter how headstrong and annoying I was, they never gave up on me. What about you? What kind of relationship do you have with yours?”

  “Well need a few more beers for that conversation,” I told him. Talking about my family was one of the things I liked to do the least. Thankfully, he laughed and said, “Alright, we’ll leave that alone for now. You want to watch a movie?”

  “Yeah, that sounds good.”

  “What kind of movies do you like?”

  “I like just about everything,” I told him. “Whatever you want is fine.”

  Ian got up to put on the movie and I had a minute while he wasn’t looking to study him. He wasn’t just nice looking, he was gorgeous. I had a hard time believing that when I was going through puberty I’d never really noticed him. I went through a time there when I could almost smell a hot guy. He really must not have been around much.

  He put on some mindless comedy and went and brought back two more beers before he sat down. I had only drunk half of the one I already had…so I downed the rest. I was already starting to get a light buzz and it felt good. Everything about being here with him felt good and I had felt bad for so long that I didn’t want this to end.

  We watched the movie quietly for a while each of us sitting on our own little couch cushion. It was a small couch so we were still pretty much side by side, but not touching at all. There was a pretty graphic sex scene at one part in the movie and I found myself trying not to look directly at it. I was already feeling hot and flushed sitting this close to this hot guy…and maybe the three beers had something to do with it as well, I don’t know. I wondered what he was thinking. Was he attracted to me at all? He answered my question a few seconds later. I felt his right arm go around me and pull me into his side. Suddenly I was on his cushion. My arm and leg were pressing into his warm, hard body and I settled back into him and enjoyed the sensations it was sending rushing through me. I didn’t let myself over think this, I simply told myself that it was okay because this is as far as it was going to go. We both needed someone to lean on right now, and I think that Emma would be really glad we found each other. So far, I was.

  Ian finished his beer and leaned forward to sit the bottle down on the coffee table. When he did, he didn’t take his arm off of me, he just kind of took me with him. As we leaned back into the couch in one swift motion, I felt his full lips glide across mine. For a second, I thought I’d imagined it, but a second later he put his fingers under my chin and tilted my face up towards his. He had something new in his pretty blue eyes now and it looked like desire. “I wanna kiss you, Alexa. Is that okay?”

  How the hell could I say no to that, especially since I really wanted to kiss him back. I nodded, speechless at the moment and as soon as I did, his lips were covering mine again and I felt the warm wetness of his tongue as it slipped between my lips and into my mouth. The hand that had been holding my face dropped to my waist and now he was holding me against him with both arms. He alternated between letting his tongue explore my mouth and pulling it out and letting it trace the outline of my lips. The hand that had been resting on my hip was moving now, sliding up slowly…giving me time to say that I don’t think this is a good idea. I didn’t say that. I couldn’t think of a reason in the world at that moment why we should stop what we were doing. When his hand reached my breast and began tracing the outline of my growing nipple through my shirt and bra, any resolve to stop things I may have had was gone.

  We kissed like that for a really long time while his magic hands went from one of my nipples to the other and eventually slipped underneath my shirt and made its way up over my belly and underneath my bra. The feel of his warm hand against my skin was electric and when he cupped my breast and started rolling and pinching my nipple, I felt my insides turn into Jell-O. I also moaned out loud, against his mouth. I felt him smile at that. I could tell that he was enjoying the fact that his touch was turning me on.

  His lips eventually left mine and began sliding along the curve of my jaw until they found my neck. He licked his way down further until he found the flesh near the top of my shoulder and he took that in between his lips and began to suck on it. Every once in a while I would feel his teeth scrape gently across it and my whole body would quiver. The whole time, his hand hadn’t left my breasts and the alternating sensations were about to drive me crazy. I wasn’t sure it could get any better until I felt him lifting up my t-shirt and pushing it out of his way so that his mouth could take the place of his hand on by breasts and nipples.

  The feeling of his teeth suddenly taking hold of one of my nipples nearly sent me through the roof and sent an intense rush of wetness down below. I hadn’t ever experienced that fine line between pain and pleasure before…now I got it. I reached down and pulled my shirt up higher, out of his way…he pushed further and I knew he wanted me to take it off. I pulled it over my head and tossed it to the floor and he pulled my bra off and did the same with it. He looked up at my face then, I couldn’t decipher the look in his eyes. I think he was trying to make sure that it was still okay for him to go on. It was definitely okay and the look on my own face must have told him so. While he was still looking up at me he smiled and clamped
down on a nipple. I moaned in outright delight.

  While he sucked on that one, he reached up with his hand and grasped the other one. I reached down and wrapped a hand up in his thick black hair and urged him on. He sucked on the nipple and then he opened his mouth wider and sucked in one whole tit. It was an incredible feeling as his tongue continued to move the entire time. I was sure my jeans were soaked all the way through by now. I don’t think I’d ever been so wet. I know that I had never wanted any one so badly.

  He seemed to enjoy the fact that I was watching him as he sucked them. Each time I closed my eyes, he would stop until I opened them and then he’d take one in the palm of his hand and look into my eyes again as he raised it up to his mouth and closed his sweet lips around it. Then he would start sucking hard and I would have to close my eyes again because the stimulus was just too much. I was making noises, mewling noises like a cat in heat. It didn’t even sound like me. My nipples were on fire and swollen bigger and harder than I ever remembered them being. I wanted to scream, but I was holding that back…for now.

  After what seemed like an eternity of both pleasure and pain he finally stopped, looked at me and said, “Do you want to go to my bed?”

  I can’t remember ever wanting anything more. I didn’t tell him that though. Maybe it was too soon. I almost laughed at that. It was too soon to tell him that, but not too soon to go have sex with him? I shut that voice right down and nodded again. He stood up and I could see how the front of his jeans was tented out. He pulled me up by my hands and up against him. My breasts crushed up against his shirt and his hard chest and my pelvis against his hard cock that was straining to get out. He put his lips back on mine and he walked me backwards into his bedroom.

  Chapter Seven

  Alexa

  When we made it to his room, he led me over to the bed and we stood there kissing with the backs of my legs against it. He kept kissing me as he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I was shaking in anticipation as he slid his hand down across my belly with a flattened palm. I could barely breathe as he let his hand travel down across my soft, satin panties. When he touched the spot that was now soaking wet, I shuddered.

  “Oh baby, you’re so wet,” he whispered against the side of my face.

  He rubbed me for a second and just the pressure of his fingers against my clit along the outside of my panties almost made me come. He pushed me a little further over the edge as he slid his fingers underneath the elastic leg of my panties. I gasped out loud as the rough skin of his calloused fingers brushed softly across my swollen clit. He started moving them in circles, massaging my clit as I made noises against his mouth and my body convulsed in pure pleasure. He slid one finger inside of me and I swear I thought I was going to die right there. He was moving it, doing things to me that had never been done to me before, and I had to wonder if any other man would ever be able to measure up to this. We weren’t even completely naked yet and it was already the best sex I’d ever had.

  He pulled his hand out of my pants and nudged me back onto the bed. Then he reached down and grabbed the top of my jeans and panties together and I lifted my hips as he pulled them off and down my legs, tossing them onto the floor. I felt a little bit self-conscious, being the only one of us that was naked. I forgot all about that in just a few seconds though. He kneeled down and put a hand on each one of my legs, pushing them further apart. Then he ran one of his fingers down along between my lips. It was another practically orgasmic moment and I breathed out, “Oh God Ian!”

  “You’re so wet, baby.”

  He was right, I was soaked…because of him. He was making me crazy and he was far from done. He used two of his fingers then to pull my lips apart and I thought I was in heaven as I felt his tongue flatten and starting at the bottom of my wet pussy, he licked his way up. When the tip of it came into contact with my swollen clit he closed his lips around it and I think I might have screamed. I never knew what ecstasy really meant until that very moment. I seriously almost passed out from it. I didn’t know how to deal with that kind of pleasure.

  He sucked it into his mouth and let his tongue flick it gently as he drove me insane. Then he let it slip out, licked me again and sucked it back in. Each time he sucked it in, he’d suck in a little harder and he’d flick his tongue a little faster. My hands were in his hair and on his shoulders and I’m not sure but I think my fingernails may have left permanent marks. Just when I thought there could never be anything better, he caught it between his teeth and while he held it there gently, he let his tongue make wide circles around it, over and over. I was writhing and shaking.

  I lifted myself up on my elbows so I could look at his face. I’d never had the urge to watch someone eat me out before…but he was so pretty, I wanted to look at him. After a bit, he opened his eyes and looked at me. I couldn’t see his lips, but his eyes were smiling. I watched him flick his tongue back and forth, faster and faster, only stopping to flatten it out again and press against my clit. He definitely knew what he was doing. I was about to plunge head long into the most massive orgasm I’d ever experienced, and I laid back again, taking my hands and grabbing hold of his head. I began grinding myself against his lips. His tongue never stopped moving. He licked and sucked and I pushed against his mouth until my whole body felt like it had been washed with a giant wave of pleasure and my extremities began to spasm as I came. He stayed where he was and let his sweet tongue ride me through it. When I finally stopped shaking and my breathing was beginning to slow down, I let go of his head and he stood up. I whimpered, missing his warm body touching me already, until I saw that he was stripping off his own clothes. I watched as he pulled off his shirt and revealed his hard, sexy chest and then slid down his jeans and boxers and set his throbbing erection free. I suddenly had to touch him. Pushing myself all the way up to a sitting position, I took him in my hand and stroked the shaft gently up and down. He made a noise, like a groan or a grunt and I snaked out my tongue and licked the tip of it, delighting in the fact that I made him so excited.

  I stroked it a few more times, enjoying the way it felt in my hand and the look of pure pleasure on his beautiful face. I could feel it pulse as I ran my hand along the smooth skin. After a bit, I lowered my head and licked his shaft from bottom to top, ending with a swirl of his head before making my way back down and letting my tongue gently graze his ball sack. He shivered again so I kept my tongue there for a few seconds, letting it swirl round and round while my hand ran up and down the length of his cock. He was moving his hips in and out and I took my other hand and put it on one of his hard round cheeks and squeezed as I stroked him a little faster and gripped him a little tighter.

  “Alexa…fuck….” I loved the sexy way my name sounded on his lips and I loved that he was watching me with his gorgeous blue eyes as I worked my tongue all across his cock and balls, continuing to use my hand to stroke him as I did. “You’re amazing, Alexa…fuck baby!” I almost came again just at the sound of his sexy voice. I doubted I was that good at this…I didn’t have much experience at it. Maybe the desire I felt for him was driving me to do it well.

  I let go of him with my hand then and began sucking him into my mouth inch by inch until the head of his cock lay at the back of my throat. I worked my throat muscles and he moaned out as loudly as I had been doing earlier and then I let it slide back out and began bobbing my head up and down. I put my hand between his legs and let my fingers slowly stroke his balls as I did. He was rocking in rhythm with my mouth and after several minutes he started to grow and swell between my lips. He grabbed the back of my head then and pushed my face down on him a few more times before finally pulling me back and saying, “Oh baby, oh fuck…you have to stop that.”

  He collapsed down onto the bed on his back. He closed his eyes and for a second I was afraid that he was going to sleep on me. Then I felt his hand around my waist and he pulled me down on top of him. He wiggled us around until we were laying in the middle of the bed…him on his back and me with my
naked body on top of his. He put his hands on my ass and pushed me down into him as he ground his hips up into mine. He let go with one hand and reached over to the nightstand. I could tell he was groping for something. I looked over and saw a pack of condoms just out of his reach. I stretched over and grabbed it, opening it with my teeth; I sat back on his thighs and held his cock up with one hand while I sheathed it with the other. Then still holding him with one hand I positioned myself over him. I pushed down against him, just slightly. I felt myself opening up to allow him in; stretching…I pushed down a little harder and took in another inch or two. His hands were back on my ass and he was flexing them open and closed around my cheeks. I think he just wanted to push me down, but I was having fun teasing him a little bit. I pulled back up, almost letting him slide all the way out and he opened his eyes and looked at me. I smiled at him and began to slide back down slowly. He smiled back and in one move he bucked his hips up and pulled down on mine so that his cock was buried inside of me as deeply as it would go.

  “Oh my God, Ian! Oh damn!” I exhaled out as I rested my hands down on his shoulders. He reached up and took hold of my nipples with his fingers and we both started moving him in and out of me. We got into a nice rhythm…not slow, but not frantic either. He continued to pinch and pull on my nipples with one hand while he slid the other one down and found my clit. He massaged it and the dual sensations made me groan with pleasure. His breaths were coming in heavy gasps and his face looked like he was enjoying this every bit as much as I was.

  After a few minutes, he dropped both of his hands to my waist and lifted his head up off the pillow. He let his mouth find one of my breasts and he sucked it in between his lips, not gently, and started licking my nipple hard with his tongue. His hands were moving my hips up and down and now our movements were becoming more urgent. He had to pull his mouth away from my nipples in order to breathe now and I could see the veins bulging out on the side of his neck and down his forearms. There was an audible slap now each time our bodies met and every part of his body that I could feel was tensing up hard as a rock. I knew he was almost ready to come. His face suddenly changed and there was no denying that what I saw there was pure pleasure. His back arched up off the bed and he pushed himself into me as hard and fast as he could over and over as I felt his cock pulsing inside of me. His movements slowed down for a few seconds before he finally stopped and collapsed completely into the bed, pulling me down into his chest. We lay like that for a long time until I could get enough air to speak once more and I said, “Wow.”