33. Maverick
CHAPTER 33
MAVERICK
I leaned against the doorframe, enjoying the show. For someone whose instincts were usually top-notch, Brooks somehow didn’t notice me watching as he fucked himself with an impressively large dildo. He was on all fours with his back to the door, eyes closed, teeth sunk into his lower lip as he slowly rocked back.
“Need some help?”
Brooks jumped, spinning around, the blade Luca had given him in his hand. He dropped it with a huff and half collapsed on the bed, the tip of the toy still inside him.
“Fuck, you scared the crap out of me.”
I stalked toward him.
Wrapping a hand around his throat, with no real pressure, I dragged him up so he was forced back on his knees. He scrambled for purchase, eventually just grabbing my bicep for balance.
“What are you doing in here?”
Brooks blinked, his eyes glued to my lips. At my tone, he automatically straightened his back and attempted to adjust his posture the best he could with me holding him like that.
Positioning wasn’t something we had really gone over yet. That was more Luca’s thing, but he hadn’t done any kind of formal training with Brooks, despite them having their own discussion about doing just that after our initial talk. I was giving Luca some leeway, considering the situation, but once we were back home, I’d make sure he put more focus back on the structure he’d agreed to with Brooks.
In the meantime, I rewarded Brooks’s attempt by leaning down and licking at the seam of his lips.
“Look at that pretty pose. You look so sexy and eager for me like that.”
Brooks whined in the back of his throat. I squeezed, just for a second, and immediately released since I knew Brooks didn’t like being choked. It was a reminder, nothing more. “I asked you a question, though, boy. What are you doing?”
“I’m prepping myself, Sir. Skye said, well, he said to make sure I was lubed up and stretched and ready to go before tonight.”
Fuck. That made me want to bend him over and take him right then and there.
“Show me?”
He nodded eagerly around my hand.
I let Brooks go, and he immediately turned and presented. His face in the mattress, he grabbed his cheeks and spread them so I got the perfect visual of his gaping hole.
I whistled. “Fuck, baby. You’re really ready to be taken tonight, huh?”
“Yes, Sir. Though, I won’t go down without a fight.”
I squeezed his cheek before circling his hole with my finger, enjoying how it pulsed under my touch. “I hope not. I’m looking forward to seeing you out there. I know you won’t make it easy, but at the end of the day, there’s only one outcome: you under me while I force my dick in this pretty, little hole.”
Brooks just shuddered. I sat next to him and handed him the dildo. “Well, go on, don’t stop on my account.”
He just grinned and started again, really putting on a show. I trailed my hand up and down his spine. “Do you have any questions? Has Luca gone over your limits and ours?”
He shook his head, his eyes half closed as he continued to fuck himself. His poor dick hung neglected in between his thighs. “No, Sir. Skye told me your limits are no closed fists to the face and no knees or punches to the balls on purpose.”
I frowned. Luca had said he was going to talk to him. I patted his back. “Stop for a second, sweetheart.”
He stopped but looked at me with concern. “Is something wrong?”
“No, but I do want to make sure you understand what’s happening tonight and don’t want you to be distracted.”
“Ok, okay. Can we cuddle?”
I laughed. This boy had somehow totally wormed his way into my heart. “We can always cuddle.”
That was how I found myself with a lap full of naked Brooks, which was never a hardship. I had a pretty good body image and had never struggled with nudity before, but I’d never met someone as comfortable with it as Brooks. Sometimes, I thought he didn’t even notice he was naked.
His dick was still hard and standing at attention, but he ignored it, focusing solely on me, and I did the same.
“What do you know about how we play?”
Brooks licked his lips. “Skye said you all go hard and it tends to fall more into consensual nonconsent, which I’m good with. He told me not to bring my knives because accidents happen and we don’t want to take unnecessary risks. He also said he’s a true primal switch, so he switches between predator and prey like that—” Brooks snapped his fingers.
“That’s all true.” Fuck, I really should have spoken to Brooks before now about this. I knew he’d checked off primal play as green, but to be honest, I had no idea what his experience was here. I’d assumed Luca would have discussed all this, which wasn’t fair to any of us. Brooks was my sub as much as his, as well as my partner.
“I’m sorry, Brooks. I owe you an apology.”
“For what?” He looked genuinely confused.
“Before we ever let you agree to playing tonight, I should have had this talk with you. Really, both Luca and I. I’ve kind of let Luca take the lead with anything BDSM related, but that’s not fair to either of you or even to me. I want you to be my sub and my partner as much as Luca’s, even though our relationships won’t look exactly the same. It was irresponsible of me, and I wasn’t taking care of you properly. I’ll do better.”
“It’s okay, Sir. I’m honestly not upset. Or even worried. I trust all of you. Plus, this is new to all of us, and the circumstances are weird. It’s okay to have a learning curve.”
I kissed his jaw. “You’re smart as fuck, do you know that?”
“I’m pretty sure I’m not, but it’s still nice to hear.”
I bit the spot I’d just kissed.
“Ow!”
“Rule number 1, do not talk down about yourself. You’re so fucking smart, Brooks. Maybe you can’t hack into a government database, but hell, neither can I, or Skye, or Wes, or Luca, but I think we’re all fairly smart.”
“I guess so.”
I pinched him, causing him to glare. “I know so.”
“Okay, Sir. I’m smart.”
I could tell he didn’t believe me, but we had time to work on his self-confidence.
“Let’s focus on tonight. Like Skye said, the major rules are no closed fist punches and knees to the balls. They happen on accident, but don’t aim for them.”
“Got it, Sir.”
“What about your specific limits? Do the same ones apply for primal, or is it different for you? Like, for instance, is your breath play stance the same?” I added when I could tell he was confused.
“Oh! Yes please. The hand necklaces and a little squeezing is fine, but I don’t like the feeling of losing consciousness.”
I kissed the side of his face again. “Good boy. Anything else?”
We talked for a few more minutes, and I gave him more details on what to expect. I had gone out earlier and marked out a perimeter, since we didn’t know these woods well. The flags were very clear, so no one would get lost. I reiterated that to Brooks as well as safewords always being there.
I felt much better when we were done. I cuddled him close. “I’m going to have a talk with Luca too. I know he’s stressed, but he told me he’d talk to you about this and he didn’t. It was my fault for not involving myself, but he needs to take responsibility as your Dom too.”
Brooks just shrugged. “It’s fine, Sir. You don’t have to make a big deal about it.” But he sounded off and was fiddling with his bracelets. Fuck, this was probably too big a step we made in the middle of a job like this. We’d screwed up.
Well, I had no intention of taking it back now. It would probably hurt Brooks more. Besides, I didn’t want to. This boy had his hooks in me and I wanted them there.
Instead of saying all that and bringing down the mood, I offered, “When we get back, I want to take you to a family dinner with my parents. Would you like that?”
Brooks beamed. “Yes, Sir!”
It was the most I could offer now. We’d already pushed things too far in unideal circumstances, and I wanted Brooks to understand that this wasn’t just some temporary thing because we were away from home. I was in it for the long haul. Even if we’d been doing a shitty job of showing it.
“You get along with your family then?”
I smiled as I thought about them. “I do. They’re great people. I’m lucky.”
“And they know about . . . everyone?”
I laughed at his description. “Yeah, they do. My mom was a little confused at first. Asked some inappropriate questions. But my dad just rolled with it. Said he was born in the sixties and had seen wilder shit.” I shook my head at the memory. “Mom got used to it eventually, and she accepted them like they were her kids. It was nice for Skye. I think his family’s rejection hurts him more than he lets on.”
Brooks’s fingers trailed down my arm. “Yeah, I’m sure. Well, my parents will love him. They won’t care about me being polyamorous either. They already know I’m kinky. Mom had a whole talk to me about RACK and sane, safe consensual when she found out I went to my first kink club.” He cringed. “It was awkward as fuck.”
“I can only imagine. That’s one thing they don’t know, though I have a feeling my dad at least has an idea. I’m glad you and Diego have them.”
He smiled softly. “Me too. I think about it sometimes, where I could’ve ended up. It had to be fate that lead them to find me.”
I had no idea what it was, but fate was as good an idea as any. Most kids that young left in that situation would’ve ended up dead or worse. “Well, whatever it was, I’m glad.”
“Same.”
Brooks shifted, reminding me he was completely naked. He wasn’t as hard anymore, but he hadn’t gone down completely either. He looked at his dick and then back at me. Conversation time over, I guessed.
My eyes found the dildo lying on the bed. “Alright, enough discussion. Let’s get you ready because tonight, I won’t be so gentle.”