Page 47 of Maverick
“Not right now,” I panted. “If you can hold it for me, I promise I’ll make it worth it.” I pried my eyes open and with the hand in his hair, urged him toward my cock again. “Come on, babe. You can do it.”
“I have to go so bad…” Reese whimpered, but he sucked me into his mouth once more. I rolled my hips, arching into that wet heat. My head fell backward to find Quinton’s shoulder.
“You’re doing great, baby girl,” he whispered, lips against my cheek. “Look at him.”
Peering down my nose, I watched Reese suck me down inch by inch. Looking was a dangerous game, because it had me on the edge faster than I could stop it. I gritted my teeth, willing myself to hold out until I could rail into the boy until he begged me to stop.
“More, Reese,” I demanded, urging his head downward. “I know you can take more than that.”
He hummed around my shaft, sucking until I bumped the back of his throat. Tears poured down his cheeks, splashing to my thighs. “That’s it, babe,” I huffed, thumb brushing those tears away as fast as they came. “Just like that.”
Quinton’s tongue lapped at my collarbone, trailing a hot path to my ear and back down. Reese sucked, pressing into that sensitive bundle of nerves below my cockhead. He whimpered, jolting in place. The sound sent vibrations up my shaft, triggering the orgasm that tingled at the base of my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, sighing in preparation for the release…
Then it stopped. I snarled in frustration, my eyes snapping open to glare at Reese. He swore, hands snapping up to cover his reddened face. Somewhere in the room…waterwas dripping? Concerned, I covered myself up and sat forward—to see a rapidly-spreading dark spot across the front of Reese’s underwear.
Oh, shit.
It wasn’t water.
Reese squirmed and writhed, desperately trying to get his bladder under control.
It didn’t work.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, trembling voice muffled by his hands. “I’m so sorry.”
Out of instinct, I shushed him softly, combing my hands through his hair and holding him close. I didn’t even care about the mess he was making. The trickling quickly faded away, and the only sound in the room was the pounding of my own heartbeat. Even Quinton had gone quiet. “Look at me, babe,” I said, directing Reese’s attention to me.
Hesitantly, he peeked over the tips of his fingers, blue eyes shining with unshed tears. The flush continued over his neck and down his chest, which heaved with every breath.
“Are you okay?”
Slowly, he nodded.
“Are you hurt?” Quinton asked.
“N-no. I… I just couldn’t hold it anymore. I—” A lone tear escaped and rolled down my poor boy’s cheek.
“Hey,” I hushed, lunging forward to brush it away. “It’s okay.”
“T-the floor…”
Quinton jumped in then, stamping a kiss to my cheek. “I’ll worry about that. Why don’t you take him upstairs and get him in a hot shower? It’s time to start aftercare, little love.”
“Come on, babe,” I whispered, prying one of Reese’s hands away from his face and helping him to his feet. “It’s okay.” I wiggled my skirt back into place and under Quinton’s instruction, I peeled Reese’s underwear off and left them where they were.
I led Reese upstairs with my arm around his waist, thumb gently stroking the soft skin on his hip. By the time we reached the master bedroom, he stopped and spun around in my arms. “I couldn’t finish. I was too hard.”
Holding him close, I dried his cheeks and brushed his hair away from his forehead. “I’ll give you some pri?—”
“No,” he argued, vehemently shaking his head. “I want you to fuck it out of me like you were supposed to do.”
I stared at him, mouth agape. He… he still hadtearsin his eyes. “Reese?—”
“Color, Mav. Subs can check in too, right?”
“Of course.”
“Then give me a color.”
