Cherry Ice

by Addison Beck

Turns out, following a random man around for twenty minutes is grounds for a restraining order.

Mav has always been able to see something in me that I couldn’t see in myself. To him, I’m cool. I’m unique. I’m worthy, and I cling to that.

“Who’s your type then?” Mav ignores me and digs into his food.

He doesn’t know what he did to me.

He reaches for his slushy, and I want to kiss those red-stained lips again. He tasted like cherry ice.

“You just can’t.” “Why not?” I pout. “Because I’ll come if you do.” My heart races and I lick my lips. “So, come.”

“Come, Mav,” I whisper, staring into his eyes as I flick my thumb against his leaking head. “It’s okay. It’s just me.”

I gag. “Shit, I’m sorry.” “No, don’t apologize,” he says quickly, palming the back of my head. “That was so sexy, baby.”

“Keep going, baby. I’m so close.”

He brings his thumb up and wipes away some cum from the corner of my mouth. Almost hesitantly, he places it between my lips, and I flick my tongue out without a second thought. “Suck.”

“Did I do good, Mavy?” “Really good. You did so well,” he praises, brushing his fingers against my cheek. When he glances down at my sweats, his eyes widen and he curses. “Did you come, baby?”

He keeps staring at my lips.

Safe. That’s what I feel right now. Like nothing can touch me when I’m with my Mavy.

When I saw him dancing with Asher, I wanted to rip those hands off my best friend.

When he made Levi smile, I wanted to scream that those same pink lips had been wrapped around my dick.

I let my hands wander. They palm his cute bubble butt, the same butt Asher touched, but it’s not his. It’s mine.

Every part of Levi belongs to me. It always has. Since we met when we were five, he’s always been mine.

“Because you liked it and I’d give you anything you wanted, Levi. Then and now.”

“We’re in public.” He chuckles, licking at the skin he’s abusing. “I know, but you’re just so hot. I can’t help myself around you.”

“You think you’re going to make a mess, baby?” he questions, hot breath filling my ear and making me moan lightly. “Going to cream in those pretty little panties you wear?”

“Say it,” he demands, licking the corner of my jaw. “Say my name when you get those panties wet for me.”

I almost come on a shout but his lips are there to silence me. He swallows my orgasm, milking me dry as my tiny lace panties fill up with my cum.

Maverick was my first kiss, my first blowjob, the first person to ever make me come, and I want him to be the first person inside me.

He’s perfect, I realize, as I read the story of his life written on his skin. A story I’ve been a part of.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. And, if you are ready, but want to fuck me instead, we can do that too. It’s whatever you want, Levi. Always.”

“It’s so pretty,” he murmurs almost reverently. “Fuck, Levi. You’re so good for letting me do this to you.”

“Don’t feel the need to be anyone else. I love you just the way you are.”

Here I was, pining after the king of college football, someone popular, albeit nice, but I’ve had the perfect guy in front of me the whole time.

“Just another journey we’re on together,” he teases.

“You… You feel so good,” he says through a breathy chuckle. “Jesus, Levi. Baby, you’re hugging me so tight.”

“Do it. Paint my hand with your cum, Levi. Show me what a good boy you can be.”

I let go, shouting his name for our neighbors to hear, so there’s no mistaking who’s making me feel this good.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” I rasp, digging my nails into his cheeks, leaving little red indents in his skin. “Touch yourself for me. Touch yourself for daddy.”

Apparently, my mom was confused because she thought we’d been dating for years now.