Page 134 of Reckless Hearts

He strokes me slow and tight, palm dragging over the sensitive head until precum beads and spills, trailing down the side.

It’s slick and messy, a mix of spit and precum coating every inch as he works me in an unhurried rhythm that makes me hiss through my teeth.

Then his fingers dip lower.

I flinch at the first brush of them against my rim, the sensation so new it knocks the breath from my lungs.

“Breathe,” Callie whispers, her forehead pressed to mine, her palm cradling my face like I’m something fragile.

Maverick circles again, patient and deliberate as he presses in with a wet glide that makes my spine bow.

The burn is sharp, but it’s the pressure—the sheer gravity of it—that shreds through whatever defenses I had left.

And then his tongue is there.

Warm. Wet. Unforgiving.

He licks me like it’s something he’s craved. Like he wants to carve the memory of this into both of us.

He eases them into me, slow but insistent, until my thighs shake and my body forgets how to resist.

Callie’s lips move over mine again, and I suck in a broken breath as Maverick works deeper.

“Fuck,” I whisper, voice shredded. “What—what is he?—”

She kisses my jaw, my cheek, my mouth. “He’s making you feel good. Let him.”

My brain’s static. My body’s fire.

Maverick moans into me like he’s the one losing control, and it punches straight through me.

He circles, then fucks me deep enough to short-circuit everything I am.

It’s too much.

Too fucking good.

I’m not even sure who I’m holding on to, but my hands are in someone’s hair, and my back is arching off the blanket like I’m going to split apart.

His mouth doesn’t stop. Neither do his fingers.

Maverick pushes a second, and the stretch hits like lightning.

My hips jerk before I can stop them. It’s instinct. Chaos. Need.

A groan claws up my throat, raw and helpless. I grab at him, his shoulders, his hair, grasping for anything solid because the world’s tilting sideways, and I’m not sure I’ll survive it.

I’m shaking now. My thighs. My arms. My fucking soul.

Between my legs, his mouth closes over my cock again, and I swear I shatter.

He sucks hard, tongue swirling until I’m gone.

Pressure slams through me like a freight train.

I can’t breathe. Can’t think.

“I’m going to—” I gasp, desperate, voice cracking open with a warning. “Mav,move.”

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