Page 50 of Maverick
I could only whine in response, his lips ghosting a kiss across mine before he licked and nibbled a path over my cheek and down my neck. He bounced with each thrust from Quinton and my cock slowly—too slowly for my liking—began to swell again.
My limbs felt like jelly, but I held Maverick close, feeling his erection throb against my stomach. He made quiet attempts at praising me through Quinton’s assaults on his prostate, earning sweet phrases of his own from his Daddy.
Maverick hushed in my ear about how good I’d been for him and how much he loved me, fucking against my abdomen to get himself off. When his pace grew uneven, his words gave me the strength I needed to arch into him, providing the friction his cock needed to drive him over the edge. Teeth sank into my shoulder, and hot sticky jets of come burst onto my chest.
Quinton praised him through the orgasm, rubbing at his lower belly. I couldn’t help but think of the way Maverick pressed on mine, assaulting my prostate until I lost all control. Testing the waters, I raised my hand and flattened it over Quinton’s. Our eyes met, and we both came to a silent understanding. We added gentle pressure until Maverick wriggled against us. “Reese…” he warned through gritted teeth. “Be careful or I’ll?—”
“I know,” I panted. “I want it—Ineedit, Mav. Please.”
Green eyes peered down at me, and then he glanced back at his Daddy. “Go ahead, princess.” Quinton added more pressure, and our fingers laced together over Maverick’s stomach. “Let go for me.”
Maverick closed his eyes, aimed his dick toward me, and took a series of deep breaths…
Warm liquid splashed onto my chest and stomach. My sigh of relief matched his, and my lips curled into a smile. I hadn’t known that being marked by him in that way was something I needed but as he released his bladder over me, a jolt of pleasure shot across myspine and I came so hard that my vision whited out. I groaned around each pulse, adding to the mess that pooled under my back. My vision returned in spots, and I determined myself utterly spent. Every muscle in my body relaxed.
Well… except for one. My stomach twinged and I keened, barely registering Maverick’s weight on top of me. “What up, babe?” he whispered, peeling sweat-drenched hair away from my forehead.
“I have to go again,” I admitted sheepishly.
Both men laughed, then the weight was gone. Maverick took my hand and helped me to my feet, his other curling around my hip until I was steady.
“Take all the time you need,” Quinton said. “I’ll run a bath when you’re finished.’
“Hm… bath sounds nice.”
They were still snickering when I shut the bathroom door behind me.
Leave it to “Diesel” Webster to have a bathtub big enough for three—even with two linebackers in the mix. Quinton leaned against the back of the tub with Maverick against his chest, and I laid between Maverick’s legs. Each shift of our bodies sent hot water lapping up my sides, and I welcomed the relaxing feeling.
Quinton murmured, something, and Maverick leaned down to whisper in my ear. “You feeling okay, babe?”
Okay? I was better than that. I felt the best I ever had in a long time, but how was I supposed to put that into words? How was I supposed to tell Maverick that he’d dug deep inside of me, finding some ancient, settled need that I hadn’t even known existed? How could I explain to him that he’d taken that years-old ache, pulled it right out of me, and massaged it away until it vanished into thin air?
Especially when he’d effectively turned my internal organs into mush.
“M’ great,” I murmured nonsensically, head lolling back on his shoulder.
Maverick’s arms tightened around me. “I don’t think I’m very good at this ‘dom’ thing. He might be broken.”
“Think again, princess. That’s one blissed-out look on your boy’s face. He’s deep in his sub space and that’s the best thing you can ask for as a dom. He trusted you to get him there, and you did it.”
Maverick’s cheek brushed against mine, his lips dusting across my temple on the way back up. I settled into his arms while he had a quiet conversation with Quinton that didn’t require me to speak—I was fine with that. Making my mouth move after Mav had taken me apart was impossible.
“Youdid that,” Quinton continued. “Not me.”
“But I wasn’t as good as you are.”
“Soft doms are just as important as Daddies, baby girl.”
Utterly sated, I hummed, drawing a line through the water droplets on Mav’s arm. Ilovedthat he enjoyed the gender swapping. I didn’t think I could do it myself, but the blush it brought to his cheeks kicked up butterflies in my stomach. Maverick tightened his grip around my shoulders. “I never thoughtyouwould need a soft dom, you damn brat.”
‘Says theprincess,” I slurred, offering him a lazy grin in return.
“Hey!” Quinton interjected, playfully splashing me with the bath water. “My princess. Figure out your own terms.”
Suddenly, something Maverick had said earlier dawned on me. “Mav…” I whispered. “You said you loved me.”
His silence was all the answer I needed. I tipped my head back to look at him again, and the way he gazed down at me made my heart skip a beat. “I did,” he admitted.
