Page 20 of Want You Back (Second Chance Ranch #1)

Chapter 20

Colt

“Blow my…?” I could be a little dense sometimes, especially about things like flirting. Which Maverick certainly was, what with the wide, almost feral smile. Then he flicked the lock on the doorknob and stalked toward me, and understanding dawned. “ Oh. ”

“Yeah, oh.” He kicked off his boots. “Girls will be gone at least an hour, and I’m betting I can suck you off in under fifteen minutes.”

“We never did oral before.” Of all the things I could have said, including the more obvious yes , my mind chose to stick on that fact. The weeks between prom and graduation had been short, enough time for us to get good at hands and rubbing off, but not much else.

“I’ve spent two decades well aware of that oversight.” Maverick gave me an arch look. “And if you’re open to it, I’d dearly love to try.”

At least one part of me was more than intrigued by the prospect. Kissing was great. Touching was great. Maverick’s mouth was amazing. Surely, oral would be wonderful, especially with Maverick so eager to give it a go. However, I could only groan.

“We shouldn’t start something when we both know how it’ll end.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. Or myself.” Grin fading, Maverick sighed heavily. “But whether we act on it or not, there will always be something powerful between us.”

“I know.” I let my head flop back against my pillow. “Last night was a reminder of how damn much I want you. That sort of want and desire doesn’t happen very often for me. But you’ve always been the exception to my every rule.”

Despite my recent research on the topic, I was still learning the precise shape and contours of my demisexual identity. In the abstract, I didn’t crave things like kissing or sex, but specifically with Maverick or someone I cared deeply about, I had a powerful appetite for physical interactions. Alone with a locked door and Maverick was all sorts of tempting.

“I don’t take our connection lightly.” Maverick spoke carefully, as if trying to be respectful and persuasive. “What I’m trying to say is that I’d rather explore the connection and have as much time as possible together than regret never taking advantage of the opportunity.”

I considered his logic for several long seconds, during which his frown deepened.

“I’m also not going to beg.” He took a step back toward the door. “I want you fully on board, not reluctantly going along with steam-train Maverick.” Tone self-deprecating, he gestured at himself. His expression was surprisingly vulnerable. “I can go rustle up some food instead.”

Apparently, I found his uncertainty a turn-on because I patted the bed next to me. “I wasn’t saying no.”

“Oh?” Maverick stayed rooted to the spot. I didn’t blame him for being confused by my change of position. I also wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing. More time with Maverick, more kissing, more sex only meant more heartbreak for us both, but hell if I could send him away.

“Come here.” I patted the spot next to me again. “I’m a slow thinker, more so at the moment when I keep thinking about you blowing me instead of practicalities.”

“Screw practicalities.” Maverick finally approached the bed again. “You put everyone else first in your life. Do something for you once. If you want me?—”

“I always want you.” I snagged his wrist, pulling him closer.

“Good.” Maverick’s grin returned. “You can have me. However, unlike you, I’m still dusty from the trail, so I’d like to save your bed from my jeans.”

“Put ’em next to your boots,” I advised as I turned my phone ringer all the way up. “We’ll hear if the girls come back because the motion-sensitive doorbell camera will ping my phone.”

“Excellent.” Maverick stripped off his shirts and jeans before scrambling onto the bed in a pair of black boxer briefs. Continuing to grin, he straddled me like there was a chance of me escaping. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with your foot.”

“Not thinking about my ankle right now.” I chuckled, pulling him down for a kiss. Unlike last night, Maverick seized control, kissing me with a determined purpose rather than a leisurely reacquainting of two mouths. Accordingly, Maverick slithered down my torso in short order, yanking up my shirt as he went, peppering my neck, chest, and abs with kisses.

“You seem to have discovered a thing for ink while I was gone. Bad boy sheriff?” he teased.

“Coping mechanism.” My voice came out gruff. “I carry memories all damn day—my dad, Betsey, Willow as a baby. Weirdly, the tats help.”

I wasn’t about to tell Maverick that the first tattoo had been for him. I’d wanted to feel something, anything, and pain from a needle seemed slightly more sane than pain from a bottle of whiskey. Strangely enough, it had helped, and I’d gone back for several other pieces over the years.

“I’m glad. And they’re hot.” Maverick kissed along my biceps before returning to his journey south. He paused with both hands on the waistband of my shorts to gaze up at me, eyes soft and hopeful. “We good?”

“Yeah.” I exhaled in a rush as he pushed my shorts down and off. His eagerness was both arousing and unexpected. “I…uh…you really like doing this?”

“Love it.” Settling himself perpendicular to me, he playfully blew across the head of my straining cock. “Can’t wait.” He pressed a chaste kiss to either side of my cock before giving me another wicked grin. “I get off on doing it to you.”

“In that case, by all means.” That was what I’d wanted to hear, that he got enjoyment from the act itself and wasn’t doing it like another chore on the list. Speaking of, the way he’d rolled up his sleeves and attacked my list so I could rest my ankle had been an impressive reminder of Maverick’s best qualities.

Qualities I could ruminate on another time because Maverick moved from teasing me everywhere other than my actual cock to licking a broad strip from my balls to the tip of my cock, making me hiss and lose the power of rational thought.

He used his tongue like a wand, finding new nerve endings along the underside until pleasure spread out from my cock to my whole body, magic spell complete. And only then did he take me fully into his mouth, warm, wet heat greeting me as he sucked lightly.

“Maverick.” I gasped as my back arched, practically levitating off the bed. “That feels good.”

“Just wait.” He gave me a cheeky wink before getting back down to business, setting a rhythm of sliding down my shaft and then sucking harder on the upstroke, using his tongue for maximum friction. And somehow, not even a hint of teeth. Magic indeed. I might need to study up before doing this to him.

At the moment, however, Maverick didn’t seem concerned with his own pleasure, only mine, face creased with concentration. He glanced up at me, and the eye contact did as much for me as his mouth, seeing exactly how into this he was, pupils wide, eyes dark with passion. He held my gaze as he continued working my cock, and I moaned again.

I was the one to look away first, head falling back, balls tightening. I rode the sensations like a Ferris wheel at the fair, seeing where the pleasure would take me as Maverick sped up. The mattress shook, and I glanced down again. Maverick’s eyes were closed, expression that much more intent, and he was humping against the bed in time with his sucking.

“Oh fuck. That’s hot. Can you come this way?”

“Uh-huh.” Maverick hummed around my dick. “More so if you talk to me, tell me when you’re close. Can’t wait to taste it.”

“You are so fucking good at this,” I praised. I could take a hint. “I love how you look doing it. So serious.”

“Mm-hmm.” He moaned eagerly as he sucked harder. He added some new tongue trick, an increased level of friction on the underside, and my orgasm swirled that much closer.

“More like that,” I gasped. “That will get me there.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice as he doubled down on the suction and friction, adding a bit more speed as well. What was really doing it for me, though, was him moaning on my dick and the way he kept rocking against the bed. Maverick so thoroughly enjoying himself made it easier to let go.

I moaned as tension gathered in my muscles, back arching again, heels digging into the mattress.

“Right. There. Close. Don’t stop.”

Maverick clearly had no intention of stopping as he poured on the speed and suction. Everything was fast and messy now, a sloppy race to the finish with both of us moaning.

“Coming.” The orgasm hit so swiftly that I didn’t have a chance to get more of a warning out. It was like a summer storm, the way the sky could go from clear to torrential rain in what seemed like seconds. One moment, I was coasting along, letting the pleasure build, and the next, the pleasure crested, a sharp peak, so good it hurt.

I came in huge spurts, but Maverick swallowed it all, gulping before he pulled away, gasping with his own orgasm.

“That’s good. So good.” Reaching down, I petted his head and shoulders. “Fuck. You’re so hot.”

“Damn.” He scooted around, flopping onto his back next to me.

“You weren’t kidding.” I threw an arm around him, gathering him close. This was my favorite part about sex, the wind down after. “You really do like doing that.”

“Love it.” He pressed a kiss to my neck.

“You’ll have to teach me.”

“You’re thinking of trying?” Maverick stretched so he could peer down at me.

“Seems fair.” I shrugged, continuing to enjoy the post-orgasm boneless sensations, not thinking overly hard, a novelty for me.

“You don’t have to do or try anything that doesn’t sound sexy to you.” Maverick frowned, clearly doing enough thinking for both of us.

“You coming is sexy to me.” I pulled him back down to my shoulder before my neck pinched from staring up at him. “I want to make that happen in as many ways as possible.”

“Good.” Maverick shifted around, the most restless afterglow ever. “That mean we can do this again?”

“Mav…” I groaned as my own brain came back online. The same worries I’d had earlier came rushing back in. “How is this supposed to work anyway?”

“Back to those practicalities, I see.” Sitting up, he gestured between us. “And exactly like this. We find a pocket of time, take advantage of it, don’t overthink it.”

“Overthinking is my middle name.” I wasn’t joking. He was always the one who leaped while I watched to make sure neither of us hit cement.

“I know.” Maverick patted my chest. “But for once, how about we just see what happens?”

There were a thousand reasons why that was a terrible idea. But part of me apparently liked the idea of playing ostrich. Time with Maverick simply felt too good to shove him away yet. “I’ll try to go with the flow.”