Page 30 of Maverick
A low, rumbling chuckle, and Quinton’s nose grazed my jawline. “You can hold it for me, can’t you, princess?”
Despite my body’s protests, I nodded. I could—would—be good for him. I yelped, cold air stinging my skin as my towel was yanked away from me. I instinctively took a step back, and Quinton whipped his shirt over his head. Bladder forgotten, I froze in place to watch.
His shirt vanished, cut abs coming into view, decorated by the trail of dark hair that led from his belly button behind his shorts. Large, strong hands went to his belt. It fell open, and my heart picked up speed. Button, then zipper, and he was lowering his pants to the floor. I danced in place, feeling the need to cover myself as my cock swelled.
Quinton picked up on it. “Hands behind your back, baby girl.”
Cheeks on fire, I obeyed, latching my fingers together behind me. Nowhardand desperate, I couldn’t stay still any longer. I shifted on the spot, waiting patiently for Quinton to finish undressing. “Get in,” he commanded. “On your knees, please.”
A shiver shot down my spine. I moved slowly, hesitantly, knowing that the water on my skin would make it that much harder to ignore the heavy weight in my stomach. Sure enough, the moment I knelt under the spray, I whined, resisting the sudden urge to grab myself—barely. “Daddy…”
“Color?”
Despite my physical discomfort, my answer was instant. “Green.”
“Then hold it, princess.”
Damn it, if my body didn’t know to justobey. I couldn’t have beenthatfull, but the thrill and the knowledge of what was to come must have intensified the process. Hot water pelted my back, wetting myhair and dripping into my face. The only thing that made it better was Quinton stepping in front of me. He brushed a light finger across my jaw, and I leaned into his palm. My eyes, however, were trained on his long, thick cock that he’d positioned right in front of my mouth. On instinct, my jaw dropped and my tongue darted out to lap at the head, earning a hiss from the man above me. “That’s it, baby,” he praised.
I dove back in, sucking Quinton’s cockhead between my lips. Precome burst onto my tongue and I hummed, swallowing him down. Sighing, Quinton tangled his fingers in my wet curls. With gentle thrusts of his hips, he fucked into my mouth, and by the time he bumped the back of my throat, I forgot what I’d been so mad about.
When my own hard length throbbed, I wrapped a hand around my shaft, squeezing to relieve some of the pressure.
Totally because I was about to blow… not because my hand might have been the only thing keeping me from emptying my bladder involuntarily.
Quinton didn’t order me to stop touching myself, so I started stroking. When he demanded my other hand, I offered it to him. Cool gel poured into my palm, and I knew better than to question where it came from—Daddy doms were always prepared.
“Open yourself up for me, baby girl.”
With a satisfied sound, I rose onto my knees. Quinton massaged my scalp, praising me without words as I sucked, reaching behind myself to slip two slick fingers between my cheeks. Pressing through, I moaned around his shaft. Try as I might, my own fingers weren’t good enough. Reluctantly, I pulled off Quinton’s cock, gasping for air.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I need you, Daddy.”
When I peered up through the wet curls hanging in my eyes, Quinton smiled down at me. “Okay,” he whispered. “Get up here.”
Once the burning in my lungs subsided, I took the handoffered and let Quinton help me to my feet, and movement from the corner of the room caught my attention.
Shit.
It was Reese.
Arms around my waist, Quinton leaned in close, whispering in a way that Reese wouldn’t hear. “Should we let him watch? Or should I tell him to leave?”
Reese didn’t seem inclined to move. He shifted from foot to foot, but he stayed put. He stood at the entrance to the showers, arms crossed over his chest. Quinton and I were only visible from the waist up, but there wereveryfew reasons as to why we would be naked in the shower together.
Reese could have left of his own accord. He could have simply walked away the second he realized what was happening.
He didn’t.
He just stood there, watching me and… squirming—almost as much as I was.
God, I have to pee.
I distracted myself by raking my eyes over Reese’s body. As my gaze landed on his lap, the source of his shuffling revealed itself in the form of his erection tenting the front of his shorts.
“He can stay,” I sighed, dropping my head to Quinton’s chest.
