Page 48 of Maverick
“Y-yellow. I want to make sure you’re not hurt and that it wasn’t too much for you.”
“It wasn’t, and I’m not.” Reese threaded his fingers through the laces in my skirt and tugged, bringing our bodies flush together. “I’m green, Maverick. I’msogreen.”
My body needed no further instruction, hips rocking forward against his rigid erection. I ducked down, capturing his mouth with mine. He eagerly let me in, our tongues tangling. My hand smoothed down his back, cupping his ass and giving him a firm squeeze and eliciting a whimper in response.
“You are so fucking hot,” I panted when I came up for air. “God, what am I going to do with you?”
Before he could respond, I shoved, backing him against the opposite wall and wedging a thigh between his legs. He moaned, rolling his hips to chase the friction I’d given him.
A second later, footsteps rushed up the stairs—but I was too busy chasing Reese’s tonsils to turn around.
“I heard a noise is everything—” Quinton trailed off, presumably to watch me ravish Reese against his bedroom wall. My boy’s hands roamed my body, hitching my skirt around my waist again.
“His bladder’s not empty,” I panted between kisses. “He still wants to play but the bed…”
“Already protected,” Quinton answered. “Colors, boys—now.”
“Green,” Reese and I echoed in unison, without hesitation. Reese trailed off into a yelp as I hoisted him into my arms.
Pivoting toward the bed, I laid him across the mattress and crawled on top of him. He slid back until he settled on the pillows,connected to my mouth the whole way. I sucked on his tongue and ground my hips against his. He cried out, scrabbling at my sides. “Take it easy. I’m still really full.”
Smiling, I silenced him with my mouth.
My hands wandered, down his sides and back up again. I didn’t need to look to see where Quinton was, because I could zero in on that commanding presence like I was getting paid to do so. The nightstand drawer opened, and I held out my right hand, palm up, licking into Reese’s mouth.
The bottle of lube opened with aclickand cool liquid poured into my palm. Impatient, I knocked Reese’s legs apart and knelt between them. His hips still wiggled against the air.
The blush over his cheeks continued down his chest, pausing at his stomach. I followed the sparse patch of hair beneath his belly button down to his rigid cock, which throbbed beneath my attention. With a grin, I tipped my slicked-up hand until lube dripped onto his shaft. Reese moaned, dropping his head to the pillows.
“Still have to pee?” I asked, wrapping my hand around him and massaging that sensitive spot below his cockhead—just like I knew heloved. While he was distracted, I held out my other hand in a silent demand for more lube.
“Mm, I can wait.”
Then he gasped, slick fingers sliding between his cheeks. I squeezed his shaft, distracting him from my fingertip circling his entrance. Sighing, he fucked against the pad of my finger.
Reese relaxed easily and I pushed through, beelining to that soft spot inside him. I pressed, and his back arched off the bed. “Fuck!” His hand snapped down to cover mine. “I change my mind! I can’t wait!”
“Shit, that’s hot…” I muttered. Quinton’s low hum of agreement simmered through my veins. Testing Reese’s limits, I tapped his prostate again, and he squeezed harder.
“Mav, please… I have to pee so bad.”
“Are you using your safeword?” He could—easily. I’d let him up without another question.
But when his head thrashed against the pillow, I doubled down. “Stroke yourself for me, babe.”
With a deep breath, Reese released my hand, freeing mine up to flatten along his lower belly. The next time I curled my fingers against his sweet spot, I added gentle pressure with my palm. He spat out a curse, tensing—but he still didn’t use his safeword.
I added a second finger when he begged for it, then a third before Quinton tugged my panties down and wrapped his large hand around my cock, shocking me. I cried out, knees buckling. “You’re doing such a good job for me, baby girl,” he growled in my ear. “Are you ready to take him now?”
Peering down at the man beneath me, I smiled. Reese waswrecked.Sweat darkened his blond hair. His pupils were blown, the thin ring of blue around them hardly visible. His chest heaved with each breath, stomach tensing with the next contraction from his bladder. He whimpered, tightening around the three fingers I had buried deep inside of him. He squirmed, and I reveled at the sight of how his body seemed to begforhim.
“What do you want?” I asked, voice wavering with Quinton stroking my cock. “Do you want me to fuck you? Or do you want a bathroom break?”
Reese groaned and slammed his eyes shut. His hand worked faster over his own shaft, thumb swiping over the reddened tip. “I-I don’tknow,” he stammered, trailing off in a shout as I bumped his prostate again.
“Time to choose for him, princess,” Quinton husked in my ear. He placed a hand on the small of my back and nudged, making the decision forme.
I shuffled forward, Quinton’s hand guiding my cock right to Reese’s entrance. Removing my fingers, I lined myselfup, sighing at the hot rush of his body heat enveloping me. Reese panted, pleading eyes gazing up at me and begging foranythingto ease some of the pressure he felt. With one hand on Reese’s hip and the other in Quinton’s hair, I pushed into my boy, turning to accept my Daddy’s mouth.
