Page 2 of Maverick (Playing For Keeps #2)

DIESEL

I’d been speaking with Teddy for a few weeks.

I was almost ashamed to admit that when we’d spoken about what he wanted—to be someone’s little princess—I wasn’t expecting him to walk into the room.

I’d gotten quite the feel as he stood in front me, and he was ripped.

I towered over most, but Teddy nearly looked me in the eye.

With broad shoulders and pecs that rippled under my palm when he breathed, I imagined the man to be a walking wet dream.

And that was before he took his clothes off.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, the dim light highlighted the curves of his muscles and solidified my theory.

He wore nothing but that skirt, laced up at the sides to tease at the green panties he wore underneath.

He shifted in place, drawing my attention to the way his perfect ass and thick thighs filled out the leather in all the right places.

He was stunning .

Definitely an athlete—it had to be football, like me. The phrase “built like a linebacker” didn’t come from thin air. You didn’t get that kind of body without the kind of rigorous training that we did. For a moment, I wondered if we knew each other .

I shook that thought away quickly. This man asked to be blindfolded for a reason, along with using a fake name.

He didn’t want to know who I was. He’d wanted the mystery, the tactile overload that came with having one of your senses taken away.

It wasn’t something I’d ever been interested in, but some submissives loved it—and I was more than happy to give it to them. “Are you ready to get started?”

The boy jolted at the sound of my voice, head whipping around in my direction. “Yes…”

I answered the unspoken question in his voice. “‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy.’ Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”

Teddy let out a sigh of relief, the tension fading from his shoulders. He kept his eyes shut tight, clenching his fist around the strap of silk in his hand. “Yes, Daddy.”

I shuddered, elated that he’d chosen that honorific for me.

It was my personal favorite and rolling off his lips?

Well, it may have been too soon to say, but he may have ruined it for all my future partners.

With a deep breath to center myself, I stepped forward, taking the blindfold from him.

“We’ve already talked about limits,” I said softly, bringing the fabric around his eyes. “How’s that feel?”

“Good,” he practically moaned. “So good.”

I grinned to myself. He was finding his comfort in his sub space. He was a submissive through and through. His ease in doing so told me without words that he needed me to take charge. He needed to let go, and he trusted me to help him do that.

Pacing in a slow circle around him, I used my fingers to map out the ridges and valleys across his back. A compass was inked into his skin, right between his shoulder blades—fresh, if the lines under my fingertips were anything to go by. “Is this your only tattoo?”

“Mmhmm.”

He didn’t expound, so I didn’t press further. My hands curled around his thick hips, squeezing and drawing a gasp right out of him. God damn . I thought he looked good in jeans but in the skirt? He was even more delicious. “You look fucking breathtaking, princess.”

He whimpered, trembling. I wrapped an arm around him and tugged, bringing his back flush to my front.

I nuzzled into his neck, trying not to get used to how good he felt in my arms—like he was made to be there.

My hands curved under the globes of his ass and cupped the taut flesh in my hands.

I smirked, knowing what awaited me beneath the leather of that skirt.

Teddy danced in place, grinding that perfect ass right over my thickening cock. He moaned, repeating the motion as he felt my erection digging into his back. “Can I have a color please?” I strained.

“Green.”

“Good. Thank you.”

I squeezed his ass, and Teddy pressed a palm to his lap. Reaching around to take that hand, I guided it back to his side. “That’s the last time you touch your cock without permission tonight.”

“Wh-what if…”

“Spit it out, princess.”

His voice dropped to hardly a whisper. “What if I have to use the bathroom?”

“Then you’d better ask nicely, shouldn’t you?” He shivered, piquing my curiosity. “Is that something that appeals to you?”

“What?”

“Total control. Giving up to an extent that you don’t have to worry about anything—Daddy makes all the decisions for you.”

An audible sigh pressed past his lips. “Yes, Daddy.”

The boy relaxed in my arms. I couldn’t help but tighten my grip on him and wish that I had more time to explore that particular fantasy of his.

As it was, we only had so long together. “What have you had to drink tonight? ”

“Just water.”

“Good girl.” I hadn’t missed his earlier reaction to gender swapping and although it was something he’d put high on his interest list, I half expected him to change his mind. Most men quickly did but based on Teddy’s reaction, he’d nearly come undone from the words alone.

I leaned in, pressing a kiss to that compass tattoo. “Remember your safewords princess. It’s time for me to take it from here.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I dropped my arms from him, and he whined at the loss. Chuckling, I rounded to his front and took backward steps toward the couch. “Follow my voice, pretty girl.”

Hesitantly, Teddy took a step forward. “That’s it,” I praised, and he took another.

With each one, he grew a little more confident that I wouldn’t lead him astray.

When the backs of my legs hit the couch, I lowered myself to the cushions and spread my legs wide, making a perfect princess-shaped spot between them. “One more.”

The next step brought him to me and I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his stomach and drawing a path of goosebumps in my wake. “Such a good girl.”

My hands landed on his thighs, feeling the thick, corded muscles flex beneath my fingertips and tense when I slipped beneath the fabric of that skirt.

He filled it out so well that there was barely any room, but I’d be damned if I was going to let anything get in my way.

Teddy held on tight, his nails biting into my shoulders.

My cock punched against my thin underwear impatiently, but I ignored it. I knew we were on limited time, but I wanted to enjoy what I had with this man.

He whimpered, shuffling in place. “D-daddy, please.”

I chuckled, amused by the quiver in his voice, the nerves of the unnatural word tumbling off his lips—but he wasn’t hesitant. “Hush, pretty baby. Let me admire you.”

I pushed the leather out of the way, getting my first glimpse of the green panties beneath.

Damn, they were a good decision. Perhaps a size too small, but that worked in his favor.

The lace and silk stretched over his hips, a stunning complement to his tanned skin.

His cock, long and thick, strained the fabric, precome already bursting from the tip.

I trailed a light finger up the underside of his dick, getting his hips moving.

Leaning in, I nosed along his thigh, burying my face in his groin and taking a deep breath in of his natural scent. My tongue darted out, licking the sensitive skin. When Teddy moaned and snapped a hand to my neck, I didn’t dare admonish him. He could put his hands on me as much as he wanted.

Mouthing over his straining erection, I leaned back, bringing him with me. “In my lap, princess.”

Teddy knelt on the couch, throwing a thick leg over my thighs and nestling right into place.

He ground against me, granting me the friction my cock craved.

I snaked one hand up and into his hair and hauled his mouth down to mine.

He groaned into the kiss, his erection dragging against my own.

When I didn’t hinder his movements, he pressed harder, chasing the high of the new angle.

One of his hands threaded into my locs and I moaned, happily letting him get his fill of them.

He licked across the seam of my mouth, silently begging me to open up and I happily granted him entry. Our tongues tangled and where I was used to battling for dominance, Teddy easily submitted, sighing into my mouth and letting me explore every inch of him.

The air grew thick and heavy. My heart pounded with every thump of the music coming from the club.

My hands roamed that pretty boy’s body, committing every line and curve to memory, noting down the spots where he reacted the most. He loved my hands on his hips, and a light trail over his stomach revealed that he was ticklish.

My entire plan was to undress him using my teeth and only my teeth, but the more he bucked and squirmed against my cock, the thinner my resolve became.

Besides, the image of him creaming those panties? That hurtled me toward climax so fast that I got dizzy.

Reaching out with my right hand, I fumbled for the supplies I’d stashed earlier.

I picked out the condom, tossing it aside for later and wrenched my mouth away from his to rip the lube open with my teeth.

It poured onto my fingers and by the time I returned my attention to Teddy, he’d risen onto his knees without instruction, and the sight nearly made me lose it.

Panting, I threaded my hand between his legs, shoving the panties out of the way to get where I wanted.

Slick fingers slipped between his cheeks.

Teddy’s hips kicked toward me, his poor cock desperate for friction—but he didn’t dare remove his hands from my shoulders.

The boy couldn’t have disobeyed me if he wanted to.

His body knew what he was and who he belonged to—even if it was temporary.

A whine slipped free as I found his eager hole. Rimming the muscle with one finger, I shoved the skirt up with my free hand. My thumb brushed the head of his cock, rubbing precome into the silk. My finger came away wet.

Perfect.

He was wound tight and ready to burst—exactly where I wanted him.

“Please, Daddy,” he cried, hips rocking into my hand. His cock throbbed against my palm. “Please, please, please…”

“Shh,” I cooed. “I’ve got you baby girl.”

I didn’t tell him that neither of us would be touching his dick tonight.

When he ruined those panties for me, it was going to be hands free and riding my cock.

I dropped the hand cupping his bulge but made up for the loss by pressing into his body with my middle finger.

Teddy moaned, rocking his hips over the digit and taking me deeper.

Teddy easily took one finger and begged for more. I obliged, earning a slow smile of satisfaction with the second. He sighed, sinking onto both digits. “You’re going to take me so well, aren’t you baby girl?” I husked, crooking my fingers to tap his sweet spot.

Teddy jolted in my arms but swiveled his hips, urging me toward his prostate again. “More, Daddy,” he whimpered. “I need more. I need…”

Breathless and panting, Teddy dropped a hand to my crotch. I groaned and arched into the touch, my cock practically jumping into his palm. “ Ah —okay. Okay, baby.” I pried his hand away, too close to the edge to have him touching me that way.

Despite his desperation, he cried harder when I pulled my fingers free. The condom wrapper crinkled in my hands, and Teddy stopped me with a hand on my chest. “Clear,” he muttered. “I had a physical last week.”

I happily tossed the foil aside. “Good. Me too.”

Shoving my boxer briefs down, I poured more lube into my palm and slicked up my shaft. The sound drew Teddy’s attention south. Even without the ability to see what I was doing, his mouth watered. He licked his lips, and my eyes dropped to track the motion.

God, I wished I had more time with him. I’d love to know what that pretty mouth felt like around my cock.

With the announcement of the next dancer on the stage, I knew the evening—and our time together—was coming to an end. I needed to speed things up.

Nudging Teddy onto his knees again, I lined myself up with his entrance, instantly feeling the heat from his body wash over my dick. “Alright, pretty baby,” I told him. “Brace yourself.”