Incomplete

by Eliza Park

  She scrambled to her knees, quickly scooting over to me, her body falling hard against mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed me ferociously, the fury I’d seen in her gaze seeping through her mouth and into mine.

  “Celeste,” I murmured against her mouth.

  “Shut up, Mav,” she whispered, pulling me down on top of her. “Just shut up and fuck me.”

  Lifting her mouth to mine, she tried to kiss me again, but I resisted, keeping my body from pressing into hers, “I would very much like to do that, but we should probably go to your apartment tonight.” I muttered.

  “Why?” She was breathless, impatient, running her hands up my stomach.

  “Because there’s a party outside that door and there are things I want to do to you that shouldn’t be interrupted or muted.”

  She groaned in frustration when I climbed off of her, the sound bringing a smile to my lips as I went to my dresser and started pulling things out, tossing a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt to her on the bed. “This is so infuriating,” She enunciated, sitting up.

  Spotting the pink spot between her legs, I swallowed, pulling a sweatshirt over my head. I picked my phone off the floor in the puddle of my slacks and called one of the three drivers I knew with a soundproof partition in the car. “Driver will be here in ten minutes,” I said to Celeste.

  Grumpily, she slid off the bed, stepping into the much too large gray sweatpants and sweatshirt. I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from laughing and her nostrils flared, her hands tightening the drawstring unhelpfully. She looked ridiculous, swallowed by too much fabric. “Don’t laugh at me!” She protested, her face breaking into a smile. She picked up her red dress delicately, throwing what was left of her lingerie onto the bed.

  “Not quite the second outfit you had planned for tonight?” I teased.

  “I wasn’t planning on wearing anything tonight, or all weekend, thank you very much,” she huffed.

  I had never seen Celeste pout, and it would be ferociously cute if I couldn’t feel our matching sexual frustration. I walked around the bed with my bag in my hand, coming to stand directly in front of her. She looked up at me, green eyes continuing to brim with muted fury. “Tonight, and then two whole fucking weeks, Celeste. No interruptions, no teammates or roommates.”

  Her perfect straight teeth sank into that lower lip and I cursed the very nature of the action, my thumb coming up to untuck the silky skin. She always had to do that shit and years later it still had the same effect on me.

  “Okay.”

  I held her chin in my hand, tilting her mouth to meet mine, “Okay.”

  Her painted fingers dipped beneath the band of my shorts, “Wanna have a quickie before we leave? I might fall asleep in the car, it’s way past my bedtime.”

  My hand wrapped around her wrist loosely, my cock already hardening at the swoop of her eager touch. “You won’t fall asleep,” I chuckled, “I promise.”

  Head tilted to the side, she stood on her toes to bite my bottom lip, “What’s your plan, Cap?”

  “Every time you start to doze,” I said, lowering my voice and hoping I sounded seductive, “I’m going to roll down the windows, let that cold New Haven wind keep you up.”

  She broke out into a laugh, falling forward against my chest.

  Chapter 43

  Celeste

  Maverick insisted on carrying me like a goddamn princess from the front door to the car, dropping me in with surprising delicacy. We’d managed to escape with minimal cheering and back slapping, the hood of the sweatshirt covering most of my hair and forehead so I wouldn’t have to hear, or worse, see Mia or any of her minions. Most of the parties were already in the Very Toasty category of the evening, and the only person who’d made a big fuss out of our departure had been Brody. He’d followed us to the door, loudly asking if he could get us some beers and wondering why we were dressed like, “fuckin rich ass celebrities.”

  “That’s the drunkest I’ve ever seen him,” Mav commented with a laugh, sliding his large body into the private town car. “He’ll be alright, though.”

  It was going to be a long ride into the city, but the car was spacious and comfortable. “I haven’t been in one of these since my trip to rehab,” I mused aloud.

  “How very upper middle class of you,” Mav responded, his hand falling to my thigh.

  “You tend to realize how unnecessary things are when you’re suddenly in charge of procuring them and have no idea how anything works.”

  He snorted a laugh, his body angling closer to mine, hand traveling further up my leg to the waistband of the baggy sweatpants barely holding onto my hips. “I happen to think these cars are completely necessary in certain situations.” Warm fingers bypassed the useless drawstring, dipping to cover my sex.

  I slid forward in the seat, sighing quietly, “This car isn’t necessary for any situation, you’re just spoiled,” I teased.

  Blue eyes surveyed the movement of his hand under the thick fabric, one finger nudging into the wetness at my entrance. “I disagree. I couldn’t very well touch you like this in a cab.” The digit plunged into me and I cried out, covering my mouth with my hand with wide eyes. “Don’t worry, he can’t hear us,” Mav murmured into my neck.

  Grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie, I pulled him into me, needing to feel that mouth on mine. “I concede,” I breathed, running my fingers through his hair. We fell back against the leather seat, writhing and moaning and touching.

  He teased, rubbed, licked, kissed, nibbled, and prodded me the whole ride, never once giving me the satisfaction of another orgasm. It felt like hazy, frustrating ages before the driver pulled in front of my apartment building and we stumbled out, drunk off desire, and quickly made our way to the elevator. Maverick’s hands never left my body, and I was far too horny to push him away, letting the rough pads of his fingers stroke my stomach and breasts up until I was hastily punching the code into the control pad before my apartment door. I shut the door behind us, habitually flipping both control locks and spun to face him, breathless, pink in the cheeks, and dripping with eagerness. He was already halfway to my room, bag forgotten on the floor by the kitchen counter, and I sprinted across to him, jumping easily into his arms and wrapping my legs around his hips. I smashed my mouth against his, almost annoyed at the easy chuckle that left his throat as he walked us across the hardwood floors to my room. Tugging on the hair at the back of his neck, I bent my head to sink my teeth into his shoulder.

  With a growl, he tossed me onto the bed, and I scrambled out of the clothes he’d lent me, surprised when his hands came to cover my wrists, keeping me from removing his t-shirt.

  “Kinky,” I grinned.

  In the flash of a moment, he was completely naked and hovering over me on the bed, his cock huge, hot, and pointing at my abdomen with a purpose. He held my hands in place above my head and I squirmed, wet and ready.

  “Spread your legs,” he said with a grunt. His whole body was tense. The tendons in his forearms were bulging, the veins sticking out against his tan skin in the darkness. With his abs contracted, I could see another vein popping out in his lower abdomen and did as I was told, spreading my knees apart as wide as they would go. Weight on his palms, fingers loosely capturing my wrists, he finally dragged his eyes up to meet mine. I shivered at the feral look in his eye. With one swift movement, he was inside of me, plunging all the way to the hilt, his defined hips visible above the skin of my thighs.

  The surprised gasp I let out didn’t seem to faze him. His body moved in a sweeping, fluid motion from shoulder to knee, retreating and advancing between my trembling legs. My body tried to catch up, match his thrusts, but this wasn’t a mutual act of making love. Maverick was fucking me, hard and deep, just like I’d asked him to. His handsome features were lost in ecstasy, his eyes watching my breasts bounce from his actions. My gasps were turning into groans and I tugged my hands from under his grasp, needing to touch him and withdraw more of an emotion
al connection. Without stopping, he lifted my right leg over his shoulder, deepening the already near painful experience and bent forward. His nose angled alongside mine, soft lips whispering across my parted ones. Still, he didn’t stop, didn’t break his rhythm. My knee pressed into my right boob, my ankle hanging against his shoulder while I clasped my other leg around his hips. His right hand held my hip firmly in place and he ground into me again and again, not giving me a chance to react through the building heat in my abdomen. I was gripping his biceps, certain my nails were indenting his skin, but he didn’t seem to notice.

  A light smile played across his smooth mouth and I wondered how, while fucking me like this, he even had the chance to be calm. His rhythm slowed for a moment, hips pushing his cock so far up into my pussy I let out a guttural groan. He felt so good, so deep, I almost wanted to cry from the sensation. His smile grew, half-moon circles appearing in the creases of his cheeks and I suddenly wanted to slap him. He pulled out of me slowly, pausing before plunging straight to my core. The movement, combined with his smug attitude, brewed something from the tips of my toes straight into my hands and I growled, wanting to tear the skin from his bones.

  Maverick’s large, strong hands gripped mine, holding them in place above my head. He was full on grinning now and I was infuriated. “You want me to stop, love?” He asked, voice husky and low.

  “Stop. Teasing. Me.” I said through clenched teeth.

  His blue eyes surveyed me for a minute before he let go and pulled away, grabbing me by the hips to flip me quickly onto my stomach. I felt empty without him inside of me, and I looked back to protest, maybe apologize for being crazy, when a strong arm lifted me from the waist, propping me up on my legs. “Hold on to the headboard,” He grunted into my ear.

  I reached my hands forward frantically to grab the top of the upholstered wood, my knuckles turning white as he plunged into me from behind, fingers digging into my hips.

  “Fuck,” I yelped, moaning while he started to drill me from behind. I felt him everywhere, slamming into my very core with each thrust. The heat within me started to build more quickly and my mouth fell open in a grin, chin pointed to the ceiling as I came, hard, my entire body rolling one giant wave of shivering pleasure. My legs shook, sweat breaking out over my forehead but Maverick didn’t relent, his pace kicking up to an impossibly numbing notch. He grabbed me by the hair, pulling gently but with enough force to bring me into a kneeling position. My head rested against his shoulder and I gripped his forearm with my hand.

  His fingers touched my neck, but he applied no pressure, his breathing finally sounding ragged against my ear. “You get off already?” He rumbled.

  I shivered, goosebumps prickling along my hot skin at the waves of pleasure still ripping through my body. I nodded, loving the sound of his skin slapping against mine.

  “Good, do it again,” he said between clenched teeth. He pinched one of my nipples hard, dragging his teeth against the sensitive skin of my neck, his free hand moving to dig between my pussy lips.

  I whimpered as his finger found my swollen clit, rubbing at it in with a growing ferocity. Between the thrust of his cock and the ministrations of his hand, I could hardly react, wanting to match his thrust and fuck his fingers at the same time. I was so, so hot, my body burning all over with intense, overwhelming pleasure. I was going to cum again, the orgasm building too quickly with a vengeance. With one deep thrust and extra pressure on my clit, white lightening shot across my abdomen. I cried out his name and heard his answering grunt, coming completely undone in his embrace, the sun bursting with white hot pleasure all the way to my toes, clouding my brain with stars and bursts of brilliant light.

  With a sound more like a roar than a growl, Maverick emptied himself inside of me, his hand falling away from my clit to hold my ass tightly against him. After a few more thrusts, he released me, and we tumbled together onto the bed, completely spent.

  We took a few minutes to catch our breaths and I let my vision uncloud from the heavenly picture my orgasm had painted. I was covered in a light sheen of sweat and my body felt sore in the best places. Too tired to even roll over, I managed to lift a hand to brush the blonde away from my face before turning my head to the side to look at Maverick.

  His eyes were closed, breathing still heavy, gorgeous mouth parted as he came down from what I hoped was one of the greatest highs he’d ever had. He smiled, those crescent moon dimples making my heart flutter with nerves and a pair of clear blue eyes met my gaze, “How did I do?”

  “What.” My voice was a tumble of broken sounds.

  “You asked me not to hold out on you. How did I do?”

  I simply stared at him, unable to find the energy to give a verbal affirmation of his sexual prowess.

  With a chuckle, he rolled over on top of me again, “You got pretty mad at me at one point, huh?”

  “You’re a tease, and an unfair one at that.” I groaned, throwing my arms limply around him.

  He kissed me gently on the corner of my mouth, “Don’t tell me you’re done,” he murmured with a smile.

  “You have officially fucked me into oblivion.”

  His dirty blonde head bent to my chest and he sucked a nipple into his mouth, hand drifting down my abdomen. I moaned, his wet mouth feeling heavenly against the raw bud.

  “How do you have any energy right now?” I asked, incredulous.

  He shrugged, “I’ve been waiting for so long, I don’t want to stop.” His tongue swiped over my other nipple and I arched into him, sighing. “Do you think oblivion will be over by morning? Because I know what I want for breakfast.”

  “Mmm,” I said sleepily, “Pancakes?”

  The sound of his laugh made my stomach twist with happy butterflies.

  “You can have pancakes,” he said, moving down my body to give me one long lick between my legs. I jerked into him, my eyes shooting open with the shock. “After I have you.”

  Grabbing the comforter with one hand, he pulled it up over us and settled in next to me, placing a hand on one of my breasts.

  “Tease,” I grumbled.

  His mouth met mine for one deep, heart pounding kiss, then he released me, “Go to sleep, you’ll need your energy tomorrow.”

  I smiled, my eyes closed and drifted off into a fully restful sleep.

  Chapter 44

  Maverick

  I awoke the next morning to the subtle shifting of a perky ass against my groin. Celeste was still sleeping soundly, long hair covering her collarbone. My arm hung over her narrow waist and I marveled once again at how absolutely perfect she felt against me, moving my hand up her flat stomach to gently cup one of those incredible tits. I squeezed it lightly, loving the way her soft skin felt in the palm of my hand, and circled a nipple with my thumb. Her breathing broke from its steady rhythm and she shifted again, rubbing those round cheeks against my hardness.

  I kissed her shoulder and moved my hand back down her stomach, rounding her soft flesh and dipping into the warm spot between her legs. She whimpered quietly when my middle finger found her clit, her eyebrows knitting together as I started rubbing in slow circles. I hooked my other arm around her front, cupping that same beautiful breast, and holding her more tightly to me. Her hips moved with the gentle rhythm of my fingers and she sank her teeth into her bottom lip, the quietest moan escaping her throat. Inhaling the scent of her hair, I memorized the calming lavender while my fingers dipped even further between her legs, discovering just how wet she was. One long arm lifted to reach back behind my head, and she moved her leg to hook over my hip, allowing me even better access. I shifted my cock to rest at her entrance, pushing the tip in slowly.

  Her chin fell, eyes opening sleepily to survey the angle of our joined bodies. “Good morning,” I murmured into her neck, bliss invading my senses with each thrust into her tight, warm pussy. I kept a firm hand on her hip, guiding the grip of her lips back and forth over my swollen cock. I wasn’t a morning sex kind of guy. It was one of my r
ules for hookups. Someone had to leave before we ended up sleeping in the same bed. But for Celeste, I would make every exception. It was everything I’d ever wanted. The apartment in the city, even though I didn’t live here, sex before breakfast with the most beautiful girl. She’d only been back for four months and already I’d achieved a hefty percentage of my list.

  I kept my pace slow, moving in and out of her in a way that left us both in desperate agony. We’d only had sex a handful of times so far, but I already knew this rhythm drove her crazy. She was thrusting back into me fiercely, her cheeks pink, breathing coming out in pants as she demanded more. She was so much wilder than she had been, untamed, searching for her own pleasure, and I loved it.

  “Mav,” she said harshly, breathlessly.

  I grinned, lifting one of her breasts to meet my mouth over her shoulder, and sucked on the hard nub. “Tell me what you want.”

  She groaned, “You know what I want.”

  “Tell me anyway.”

  “Harder.”

  I obliged, keeping the pace slow but drilling into her as roughly as I could with the angle. Her tit bounced in my hand with each thrust.

  “Faster,” she whispered.

  My fingers sank into the flesh of her hip and I bit her shoulder gently, trying to think of something else to distract my mind before I blew my load too quickly. I quickened the pace, groaning at the unfiltered moans ripping from her body.

  I tried to picture myself on the Yale practice field, throwing a ball down field, being tackled by a linebacker, but Celeste kept pulling me back, her red nails scratching at the back of my neck, moaning breaking through my concentration. “Fuck,” I gritted, tilting my head back to look at anything but those pink nipples.

  She went quiet, her skull hitting my collarbone, and I felt the beginning of an orgasm rip through her body. I let out a relieved breath and instantly came with her, the walls of her vagina rippling and tightening around my cock as I shot stream after stream of cum into her pussy. I laughed from the pure ecstasy draining from my every nerve and wrapped my arms around Celeste’s small waist.