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REESE
Despite his gentle touch,Maverick’s hand seemed to weigh a ton. God, how much pee could one body hold? I’d never had to go so bad in my life—unless you count the moment right before Ipissed myselfin the kitchen.
Shame heated my cheeks but when Maverick kicked his hips forward, it banished the feeling. It was torture in thebestway possible. My confused cock loved it, milking precome onto my stomach so profusely that I started to wonder if my bladder was giving out entirely.
A whimper slipped free and Maverick gently shushed me, ghosting his lips across my knee and stroking my thigh with his free hand. Knowing thatQuinton’sfist was the one guiding Maverick into my ass was a whole other level of hot that I couldn’t even comprehend in that moment—not with every ounce of blood in my body surging south and my back teeth floating.
The thundering in my ears subsided, and I came back to reality to Maverick fully seated. He praised me softly, green eyes gazing down at me. “You’re okay,” he murmured. “You look so good right now.”
My bladder throbbed, desperate for relief—again—but Mavonly offered another soothing noise, thumb stroking the oversensitive skin stretched across my stomach. “Shh…”
Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths to get myself under control. My safeword lingered on the tip of my tongue but as Maverick adjusted his position, his cock shifted, and I banished that thought as quickly as it came. I didn’t want to safeword out. I wanted to feel what he felt.
“Mav—”
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”
The pressure in my abdomen was unlike anything I’d ever felt. I writhed beneath Maverick, but there was nowhere to go.
“I have to pee…” I whimpered, clenching onto the sheets at my side.
“I know,” Mav whispered. “You’re almost there, babe. You can do this.”
“Good girl,” Quinton praised.
Shit, that was hot.
At first, I thought Maverick would be a ruthless dom. The way he looked at me sometimes made me think I’d hardly make it out of an encounter with him alive. As thrilling as that was, I had to admit that this was my favorite Maverick—the teddy bear. His soft words and even more tender touches threatened to unravel me faster than any restraints or hard impact ever could.
With gentle rocks of his hips, Maverick eased into a rhythm. Each thrust grazed my prostate and bumped against my swollen bladder in the most delicate way possible. My body was stretched to his limits.Fuck,I had to go, and the more I squirmed, the worse it got.
Maverick only gazed down at me with sparkling green eyes, knowing exactly how I felt.
Then it happened: He withdrew and the next time he slammed home, it was perfectly timed with another cramp. Despite clenching my muscles and squeezing my dick so hard that it was borderlinepainful, mybody gave out, and the relief was tooeuphoric to fight. Maverick moaned, increasing his pace, and that was all the permission I needed.
Pleasure rippled across my veins, building in the base of my spine and seeming to consume the space my bladder hadn’t allowed it to before. I reached up, spearing my fingers through Maverick’s hair and hauling his mouth down to mine. I groaned into the kiss, the ache in my lower belly diminishing.
Before I could even ask, Mav removed his hand from my stomach, wrapping that arm around my waist, not seeming to care that I was pissing everywhere. The new angle allowed himself to nail my prostate with every thrust. I’d hardly adjusted to the relief of an empty bladder when my cock erupted, spurting thick white ropes over my chest and stomach, slicking up Maverick’s thrusts even further.
My head was swimming, caught somewhere between sleep and an orgasm-infused haze.
“Don’t come yet, princess,” Quinton commanded.
Through bleary, watery eyes, I watched as he sidled up behind Maverick. Mav pulled out, and I couldn’t even muster the strength to whimper at the loss. I could only lay slack against the wet sheets as he rose onto his knees.
“Talk to him, Maverick. He still needs you.”
Panting, Maverick licked his lips. “You were so hot, Reese.”
I didn’t know I had a praise kink, but the words kickstarted my heart. Maverick still clenched onto my left thigh, thumb stroking the skin.
“Such a good girl…”
Maverick winced and rocked backward, and I assumed that Quinton had just pushed into him. Slowly, my strength returned to me. I lifted onto my elbows, watching the show take place between my legs. “Kiss me,” I pleaded, lightheaded as blood rushed south again.
Gently, and with a smile, Mav eased forward until he bracedhimself on the pillow next to my head. “You were so good for me, baby,” he praised. “God, I love you so much.”
