Page 54 of Give Me What I Want

“Someone is in a delightful mood,” he commented as she walked away, and she threw her middle finger into the air. He made the same gesture back at her, but she never bothered to turn around to see it.

“What’s up, boys?” she asked, leaning in the doorway in a cute army-green crop top and black shorts combo.

Mav guided her into the room, then closed the door, flicking the lock and giving me a ‘just to be sure’ look. I nodded back and Bea looked between us, her hands on her hips as she waited, tapping her brightly painted toes impatiently.

“We have a present for you,” Mav said slowly, then pushed her down onto the bed, a predatory look in his eyes as he got to his knees and parted her thighs.

“It’s a gift that keeps giving, and giving, and—”

“I get the point,” Bea said irritably, glaring at me. “But I’m not really in the mood for gifts.”

Mav snorted, then tiptoed his fingers along her inner thigh. “Even when those gifts involve my tongue?”

“And mine?” I chimed in, climbing onto the bed behind her, palming her shoulder as I went and pushing it flush to the mattress.

Bea blew air through her lips, her face looking amusingly annoyed from the upside-down angle as I leaned over her and took her hands. She might have seemed annoyed, but she willingly moved with me, and when Mav tugged on her shorts, she lifted her ass and wriggled until he pulled them down to her ankles, then she moaned, a soft whimper held back between her lips as she tucked them behind her teeth. Her brows pinched, and her eyes widened with delight as Mav’s tongue ran from her ass to clit, over and over again, until she could hold her moans back no more.

Then I was joining in, taking her wrists in one hand, pinning them to the bed between my thighs, and sliding her top up, exposing her nipples, hardened and pink, ready for my tongue and teeth.

I sucked, licked, and nibbled until she was thrashing, the combination of our mouths driving our frontwoman wild. Then Mav tapped my shoulder, and I stopped.

Bea let out a cry of protest which I swallowed down, covering her mouth with mine until she was grinning against my lips.

“Baby,” Mav purred, gaining her attention as he rose between her thighs, towering over her. I leaned back, still pinning her down, and watched as he held out the silver balls. “How do you feel about wearing these for the rest of the day?”

“And night,” I added.

“Are those what I think they are?” she asked, squinting at the balls.

Maverick nodded, then dropped them between her thighs, I craned my neck to watch as he rolled them through her arousal, then raised them to his lips and sucked them both into his mouth at once.

“Fuck,” Bea groaned. “So they’ll be inside me, winding me up, on top of playing a show, and being surrounded by you guys. I’m not sure how much you two think I can actually take.”

“You can take it, baby,” Mav promised, rolling them over her again then handing them to me this time.

I sucked the silver balls, humming happily at the taste of her, then dangled them over her lips. She parted them and I lowered the balls into her mouth before I handed them back to Maverick.

“I don’t know if I can.” She swallowed hard.

Leaning forward, my face hovering over hers, I whispered. “Think about how incredible they’ll feel.”

“Think about what we’ll do to you later if you keep them in like a good girl,” Mav added, making her breath hitch as he pressed the first ball to her opening. “Are you going to be our good girl, Beatrix?”

He pushed the ball in, and she whimpered, then she was licking her lips, eyes twinkling, a grin spreading across her face as she agreed to wear Mav’s gift. “Good girls get rewards, I love rewards. Keep going, Mav.”

He did as she asked, pushing the second ball inside, then dropping a couple of quick kisses to her pussy before he pulled her underwear and shorts back up, then rolled her onto her front.

I released her arms before they got painfully twisted, then Mav’s hand was crashing down on Bea’s ass, making her yelp then moan as her eyes widened and she lifted her chin to look up at me.

“Why do I suddenly regret this?” She laughed, then moaned again as Mav grabbed her ass cheeks and jiggled them. “That feels so…fuck.”

“Good?” I asked.

“Weird. Good weird,fucccck.Mav, stop it.”

He was still jiggling, then swatted her again and helped her to get up. She stifled another moan as she found her feet, then adjusted her top and rolled her shoulders. “I’m ready,” she declared, looking pleased with herself.

“Are you?” I asked, trying not to laugh as she swayed from side to side, clearly attempting to get used to the sensation of the balls.

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