Copyright DJ Jamison 2025
Maverick
I woke to the quiet rustling of clothes. I rolled over and opened my eyes. But where my dresser should be was a black chest of drawers. And right beside it, my sinfully sexy neighbor in a pair of boxer briefs and a T-shirt. Holy shit, I really spent the night with him. After we got into the shower, he sampled every bit of my body he could get his hands and mouth on, going to his knees to prove how muchhe wanted me again.
He was good at sex. So good I was almost annoyed. I was literally his first guy, and he was blowing my mind. And he was so fucking confident doing it, too.
I’d be infuriated if I wasn’t so turned on.
By the time we collapsed into his bed, I was too tired to fight the idea of staying over. I didn’t even want to, even though I knew that it was dangerous. Because I already liked him so much, but this was all new to him.
I had no idea how long it would last or if he’d ever want to take it outside the bedroom. Was this a relationship or a series of hookups?
I couldn’t bring myself to ask.
He noticed me watching him and smiled. “Morning, sleepyhead.”
I sat up. “Shit, you have to get to work, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but you don’t have to leave yet.” He came over and kissed my forehead. “Stay in my bed as long as you like. I won’t complain if you’re still there when I get home tonight.”
I laughed. “My customers might.”
“Well, if you have to leave, hurry back.” He winked. “This view is really doing it for me.”
I became aware that the sheet was riding low on my hips and doing little to hide the shape of my morning wood.
I licked my lips. “Too bad you can’t stay.”
He sighed wistfully. “It really is.”
I took hold of my cock through the sheet, gently stroking.
He groaned. “Fuck, you’re cruel.”
“Serves you right for all those pranks you pulled on me.”
He pouted. “I was confused.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I just wanted your attention, Mav. I’m a nice guy. Really.”
“I’ll believe that when I see it.”
“Ouch.” He clutched at his chest. “Did I not carry your groceries in that one time?”
“You did,” I said. “And you made me dinner last night.”
“And I sucked your dick in the shower. Very nice, right?”
I grinned. “Super nice.”
“Okay, then. I’m a nice guy.” He dipped down and gave me a hard kiss. “I’m going to be late. Stop teasing me so I can get dressed.”
I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. His eyes closed and he made a little sound of need.
I released him. “Okay, have fun at work.”
He pulled away. “Like I said, cruel.”
He turned and opened a drawer that was overflowing with jeans. He tugged on a pair, then cast one last look at me.
“There’s coffee in the kitchen if you want it. I’ve got bagels and cream cheese, too. Help yourself, okay?”
“Okay…”
“I’m not kidding about wanting you back here tonight. In fact, I’d love to come home to this exact picture.”
I smirked. “Well, I can’t make it that easy on you. You have to work for it.”
He chuckled. “Fair enough. See you later, Mav.”
It was still incredibly early, but I couldn’t go back to sleep. My mind was too full of how much everything had changed with Damon. How could he so easily go from irritating the shit out of me to turning me on like no one else?
I gave up on sleep and tugged on last night’s clothes. I drank a cup of coffee since Damon was nice enough to leave it for me, then went next door to get ready for work.
I had a couple of hours to kill, but I headed over to the shop early because I’d rather work than dwell on how much I was losing my mind over a guy.
Two hookups and I was already in too deep. Typical Maverick move. Fall fast, fall hard, then get fucked—and not in the good way.
The Goldenrod Days festival was coming up fast, and the shop was slammed with folks coming in to make their orders. People made flower headbands to wear, adorned floats for a parade, even decorated their dogs’ collars. Granville could be a ridiculous place, but the town always went all-in on events, so it was fun.
Damon texted around lunchtime.
Can’t stop thinking about last night.
My stomach fluttered. Well, at least I wasn’t the only one who seemed addicted already.
Me either.
I’m not sure if you took me seriously this morning. Can we meet up again tonight?
Sure. I’ll order a pizza.
It’s a date.
I frowned slightly. It wasn’t really a date. We’d be staying in again. But he was as desperate for me as I was for him, so I’d take that as a win.
I pushed down the little voice that questioned whether Damon would have said the same thing if I’d suggested going out together. After all, it had been my idea to get a pizza.
Annoyed with my insecurities, I put my phone away and got back to work.
The rest of the week followed about the same. I buried myself in work so I wouldn’t think too much, then met Damon at his place or mine each evening, where we’d scrounge up some dinner and hook up.
He was waiting on the porch Friday when I finally got home. I’d had to stay late to finish up my plans for the festival tomorrow.
“Finally,” he said as I approached, opening his door behind him. “Get your ass in here.”
I laughed. “Sorry. Work has been crazy, so I—”
He pulled me into a needy kiss. “Tell me later.”
I nodded and fell into his arms like I always did. Damon kicked the door shut behind us, then grabbed my hand and dragged me to his bedroom.
“Dinner?”
“I’ll make a meal of you,” he said, casting a heated look over his shoulder.
My skin prickled. Damon had been taking his explorations further each night. He’d discovered rimming in the shower last night, and he’d damn near given me a stroke.
Even though he’d asked me to fuck him that first night I slept over, he hadn’t asked again. I wasn’t sure if he was waiting for me to offer, or if he’d simply moved on to other desires, because he seemed to be obsessed with my ass.
Sure enough, as soon as we got to the bedroom, he grabbed my ass and squeezed it with a groan. “Been thinking about eating your ass all day.”
“Wow. Going straight to it, huh?”
He paused. “Sorry. I’m just so into you. I forget that you’re probably not as excited by all this.”
My eyes widened. “What? Of course I am.”
“Yeah?” He cupped my face. “You feel like you’re going to die every minute that you’re not kissing me?”
My breath caught. Did he really feel so strongly?
His mouth crashed onto mine, saving me from answering. I parted my lips, letting his tongue sweep in, and met his strokes with an urgency of my own. All the aggravation and anger that used to rage in me had transitioned to passion and need.
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him as if it was my last chance. Damon shoved at my shirt, and we parted long enough to strip off our clothes as quickly as possible before falling into the bed together.
Damon flipped me onto my stomach, making me gasp. I loved how strong he was. He grabbed my hips and tugged them up, raising my ass.
He spread my cheeks and licked over my hole, wasting no time. I whimpered and pushed my ass back, wanting more.
“Yeah, this is what you need,” he murmured, breath hot on my skin. “My tongue in your ass. Right, Mav? Tell me.”
“Need you,” I managed, never one for lots of dirty talk.
Damon did enough for both of us. He made a growling sound, then renewed the pleasurable assault on my rim, licking and nibbling, driving me out of my mind, then driving his tongue into my hole.
I was vers, and this much attention to my ass was igniting a craving for more penetration. “Damon, please.” I squirmed. “I need more.”
He leaned over me to open his side table. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your fingers.”
“I can do that.”
“Then your cock.”
He hesitated. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you?”
My hole fluttered, my insides burning for that stretch and rub that only a good dicking down could give me. “If you’re up for it.”
“Hell yeah. Anything you want.”
He slicked his fingers and pressed two inside. They were thick enough to stretch me, and I groaned a little as he sank them in to the knuckle. Damon had done this enough to know I could take penetration.
“Stretch me good. Hurry.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, scissoring his fingers to stretch my rim, then giving me a few thrusts to loosen me up.
He hit my prostate and my body lit up.
“Fuck! That’s good. I’m ready.”
He withdrew his fingers, which stung, and I waited impatiently, aching for more, as he got a condom on and slicked himself.
“Tell me if I go too fast,” he said as he lined up.
“I can take it. Just rail me.”
“Fuck,” he said, voice strained.
He slammed into me, tearing a yell from me. My body was prepped, but damn, that sudden entry still burned like hell.
He froze. “Too much, right? I’m sorry. You said to rail you. I just thought—” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “I’m an idiot.”
“I’m fine,” I said, the burn already ebbing away. “I asked you to do it. Keep doing it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Not my first time bottoming. Take what you need. I can handle you.”
“I know you can,” he murmured, a smile in his voice. “You can handle anything.”
That was the last thing he said to me.
Damon drew back and thrust in hard, making me gasp at the impact. He held my hips in a bruising grip, keeping me where he wanted me, while he pounded into my ass, nothing but grunts and groans and the smack of skin on skin echoing through the room.
I braced one hand against the headboard so I wouldn’t end up with a concussion. Damon fucked me so hard the whole bed shook.
Then he shifted, his cock hitting my prostate, and I wailed with pleasure.
“Oh, fuck yeah, let me hear you,” Damon uttered.
“Right there. Don’t stop,” I begged.
“Never.” He swiveled his hips to grind against the spot, driving me out of my mind, then withdrew and thrust in so hard I think I left my body.
I slammed back into awareness as he dragged his cock out of my ass and flipped me onto my back.
“What—” He lifted my legs and drove back inside me. “Fuck!”
“Need to see your face when you come.”
He got a hand around my cock, squeezing, and suddenly I was right there. My body went tight, every muscle contracting, and then I was shooting into his hand while my ass throbbed around his dick.
His eyes rolled back, and his thrusts grew sharp and erratic. He pushed in as far as he could, shuddering hard as he came inside me.
I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. I didn’t know what we were doing—where this was going—but I knew I didn’t want to be anywhere else right now.
Maybe not ever.
And that was scary as hell.