Page 46 of Maverick
My eyes narrowed. There was something in the way he moved, something that was more than just being turned on.
“Is that where you’re supposed to be?” Quinton asked him, distracting me.
Reese closed his eyes, braced himself, then took a few slow steps across the room—then shocked the hell out of me by dropping to his knees.
But he still couldn’t sit still.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, reaching out to cup my hand around his cheek, stroking the silky-soft skin with my thumb.
“I have to pee,” he blurted, so suddenly that I flinched.
“Wh—”
“Is that how you ask for something you need, boy?” Quinton scolded from over my shoulder.
“Wait,” I interrupted. “That’s my surprise?”
“It is, princess.” Quinton pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I did all the setup, but you get to have all the fun from here on out. This boy is yours to command as you please.” Then to Reese, “Do you have any limits?”
“No extreme pain,” Reese replied in a shaky voice. “And my nipples are sensitive. You’ll have to be gentle.”
Blood surged south so quickly that I swayed, lightheaded. Reese had been vocal about his interest after he watched me get fucked with a full bladder, but I thought it would be alongtime before I even got close to trying it with him. If he was going to trust us to this degree, then I was going to ride that wave as far as he’d let me.
“Can you hold it for me, babe?” I pleaded. “Just a little longer?”
Color flooded his cheeks, and he squeezed his thighs together. “I’ll try.”
Quinton stepped away from my back but before I could protest the loss, he pulled a chair over from the kitchen table. “Have a seat, princess. So we can worship you like the royalty that you are. Where do you want us?”
I didn’t so much sit in the chair as I did fall onto it. My knees were no longer functioning. “I need you to stay there,” I said to Quinton. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Yes, you do, little love. It’ll come naturally. He knows his safewords, don’t you, Reese?”
Reese nodded shakily. “Yellow to s-slow down, r-red to stop.”
“Good boy,” I said, surprised that the words rolled off my tongue so easily. Reese watched me with bright eyes, biting on hislower lip, no doubt to distract himself from how badly he had to pee. “And where are you now?”
“Green,” he answered without hesitation.
“Come here.”
Reese shuffled forward, settling between my spread thighs with his hands behind his back. The position gave him the perfect angle to see right up my skirt, and that’s where his attention was fixed. “Can I?” he asked without taking his eyes off my crotch.
“Please do.”
He leaned in, and I widened my stance to give him more room to work. Reese licked a hot path up the inside of my left thigh at the same time Quinton latched onto my shoulder. My mouth fell open on a cry. I reached back for Quinton, unsure of which mouth to arch into first.
Opting for both, I arched my neck and rocked my hips closer to Reese. Slender hands slid beneath the skirt, pushing it up until I lifted to allow him to hike it up around my waist—which was quickly becoming my favorite way to wear it. I moaned, Reese’s nose buried in my groin. He cried and whimpered, wiggling the whole way. I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he mouthed over the outline of my cock. Hot breath washed over sensitive skin.
“That’s it,” I praised, spearing my fingers through his hair. “That’s exactly where I want you. God, you look so good on your knees for me.”
“Good job, princess,” Quinton whispered in my ear, earning a whimper from both me and Reese in return.
With a single finger, Reese tugged my panties down. My cock sprang free, bobbing in front of his face. He licked his lips, diving in to lap at the head.
“Shit,” I cursed, clenching my fist in his hair. Right before my eyes fluttered shut, Reese pressed a hand to his dick—and I was almost positive it wasn’t because he was hard.
A moment later, he popped off my cock with a loud whine. “Can I go to the bathroom?” he begged, squirming. “Please?”
