The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 155: Chapter 155

“What are you doing?”
Too late, he realized he’d followed her into the spacious backseat of the Rolls. Chest heaving, Hank was hardly thinking straight. How could he when she was barely decent?
His keen eyes roamed over her long, silky legs. Both were fully exposed in the frilly little sundress she’d donned that morning. The pretty thing rode up to her panty line when she’d moved over to give him room. He was having a hard time seeing anything except the miles of skin revealed.
“Hank,” she said and snapped her fingers in front of him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I don’t know,” he growled in answer to her question.
It was the truth. He had no idea what he was doing. He was shaking from head to toe, his animal on edge. Fuck. He was so mixed up. She was so damn close. So beautiful. And yet so far out of his reach.
“I don’t know what to do, Annabeth,” he confessed, and for the first time in his life, he allowed someone else to see his vulnerability.
Would she hate him now? Think of him as weak?
He should have known better. Annabeth took the decision out of his hands. One second, she was sitting beside him, the next she was astride him. Every inch of her luscious body pressed against his, and Hank’s Falcon screamed in victory inside his head.
Her hands cupped his face—warm, strong, yet gentle hands. He could hardly breathe. She smiled then, pulling him closer until his lips were at just the right angle to be seized by hers.
Holy fuck.
The second her lips touched his, it was as if he’d been hit by lightning. Like a hundred thousand bolts of lightning. That zap that would have killed a lesser man. But the charge only made his cock harder than ever before.
Heat seeped through his pants, bathing his dick in warmth from her cleft, which was at the moment pressed snug against him. He settled his hands on her buttocks, the soft globes bared to him beneath her skirt.
Oh shit.
She wore a pair of sexy silk cheekster panties. A discovery he made while tracing the seam of the fabric along the crack of her sumptuous ass. Annabeth moaned, rocking against him as his tongue invaded her mouth.
She was sweet, so sweet, he was about to go into a diabetic coma. And he would, gladly too, just to have her. Her strawberry-flavored essence was too good to waste a single drop on self-doubt or moderation. Hell no, he was too greedy for her to give her up. Not then. Maybe not ever.
Yes. Mark. Claim. Bite.
His Gyrfalcon screeched mightily as her hands scratched at his shoulders through his shirt.
No. No marking, no claiming.
But still, he could enjoy a small taste, couldn’t he? Without breaking his vow.
“Yes,” murmured Annabeth.
Her hands were caught between them, and he realized she was working the buttons of his shirt open. Hank hissed out a breath as she raked her nails down his chest, moving to his belt buckle.
“Fuck,” he growled when her lips left his, going for a nibble of his chest and nipple.
“We have to stop, Annabeth.”
The kak kak kak of his Gyrfalcon echoed in his brain, almost deafeningly so. Annabeth paid him no heed.
Thank fuck.
He bucked in response to her ministrations. The soft suction of her warm mouth felt so good on his nipples, and lower as she worked the buckle to his trousers open. He could not move, could not breathe, or think for that matter as cool air hit his newly freed cock.
Annabeth slid to her knees on the floor of the spacious limousine and had him in her mouth before he could utter a single protest.
Lick, suck, slurp, and repeat.
“Fuck,” he growled, hips flexing in time with her marvelous ministrations,
Hank gripped her by the hair, unusually vocal as the gorgeous female bobbed her head up and down along his shaft. Her hands reached down to cup his balls, squeezing and fondling.
Her touch was like magic. Nothing had ever felt so perfect. Fuck, she looked gorgeous, taking him deep and moaning along his shaft. Hank bellowed as he came, and the naughty little minx milked him of every drop, swallowing his cum as if he were something delicious.
Sexy, beautiful, fierce Lioness. Badass kitty.
“Mmm,” she grinned like the naughty kitten she was. “Now that is what I call dessert.”
She moved to the other side of the limo, but Hank didn’t let her go too far. Hands gripping her luscious hips, he pressed her down into the seat, inserting himself between her creamy thighs.
“My turn,” he growled. “Kittens aren’t the only ones who like cream.”
Golden eyes glowed as Annabeth gasped, watching him shove the cotton dress up to her waist. He ran his fingertips along the damp silk panties, taking his time to slowly circle her swollen bud.
“So wet for me,” he growled.
“Hank,” she breathed his name, mouth parted, panting for breath as he lowered his head.
“Your scent is so delicious, kitten,” he replied huskily and closed his mouth over her silk-covered mound, suckling her through the scrap of fabric.
“Mine.”
The word slipped out of its own volition. But Hank did not stop to wonder. He simply nudged the silk aside, his entire body tense as he gazed upon the short-cropped, gold curls that covered her sex.
Annabeth moaned out loud with the first swipe of his tongue. Hands fisting his hair, he didn’t even care that she mussed his stylish do as he feasted on her delectable goodies.
His right hand reached for the plump mounds he’d been fantasizing about for the last twenty-four hours. So soft, so perfect. Annabeth was a goddess put here to torment him, of that one fact, he was certain.
The elasticized top gave way, allowing for easy access, and once more he said a fervent thank you to whoever designed this dream of a dress. She was so pretty in it. Better without it, he could only guess. Little flowers danced across the fabric, bursting with energy, joy, and life. Much like his naughty little kitten.
He might not be ready to admit it yet, but Hank had never felt such sweet bliss as he did right then. Giving into the temptation to rock her world, he closed his mouth over her needy clit, sucking hard and relishing the tug of her hands and the sound of her gasps.
With her puckered nipple caught in his hand, Hank tugged and squeezed, sucking her the whole time. Then, as if he knew she needed something more, just a little bit extra to push her over the edge, Hank growled, using the vibration to send her rocketing into bliss.
Good thing he was there to catch her.
His sweet Lioness did not come quietly. Oh no, head tossed back, she rocked her hips against his mouth, tugging him closer by his hair. And fuck if he didn’t love it. A knock on the window brought his head up. The snarl that ripped through the air, however, did not belong to him.
It was hers. The sound shot straight to his cock, and he fought the urge to ignore the idiot on the other side of the door and bury himself in her heat.
“Just a sec, lover, I’ll get rid of this jerk. By the way, do you have a shovel?” she asked.
It was all he could do to stop her from moving, but he managed it. With a firm command to stay, Hank pressed a hot, desperate kiss on her lips, then turned to the window. He lowered it just a fraction to see the pasty-faced waiter standing there nervously.
“You, uh, forgot your credit card, Miss,” the waiter’s voice cracked as he held a trembling hand with Annabeth’s credit card through the window.
The kid yelped when Hank grabbed it with semi-formed talons on the end of his hands. Body still on fire with need, clarity came suddenly when he realized what they’d been doing.
“You didn’t have to scare the poor kid,” Annabeth said, and even without turning around, he could hear the smile in her voice.
She seemed to like the wildly possessive streak that in all honesty scared the bejesus out of him. Hank had never expected to feel such emotions before.
Jealousy? Him? Nah.
But there it was again when she glanced out the window to wave at the for-some-unknown-reason-likely-to-get-him-maimed-still-standing-there-waiter. Hank snarled and closed the window.
“Uh,” he cleared his throat. “We have a little while before we get there. Better buckle up.”
Then he was moving back to his seat behind the wheel. He felt Annabeth’s confusion pressing down on him, but what was he supposed to do about it?
“I think we should get to know each other better,” she announced brightly.
“I don’t think that is a good idea.”
“Why not? We already started,” she said and smirked.
“Annabeth, please don’t mistake what just happened for anything permanent,” he started.
But she wasn’t listening. Actually, that was an understatement. Annabeth was already climbing over and through the currently rolled down partition that would otherwise separate him from his clients.
“Why not?” she asked, wide smile in place.
He tried not to glance at the pretty post-orgasmic flush that pinkened her cheeks and left her gold eyes sparkling in the late afternoon sunshine. But shit, it was too late.
She was gorgeous, and he was an idiot if he thought he was going to get away unscathed. This feline had the power to completely turn his life upside down.
The question was—did Hank want that?