21. Callie
Chapter 21
Callie
Maverick uses his grip on my hair to tug my head to the side, revealing more of my neck. He takes advantage of the space he created, his hot breath sending shivers sparking down my spine and leaving embers in their wake. Colt captures my moan, growling into my mouth as I dig my nails into his shoulders.
I vaguely process the fact that I’m doing this with my childhood friends. That’s not why I came here, and I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s selfish, and greedy, and everything wrong with me. I’m getting too close, and we’re all going to get burned. But the heat of their mouths, the roughness of their calloused palms traveling over every inch of me, the way their clothes rub against my naked body have pleasure pushing out every other thought, grounding me into this moment until nothing else matters.
I bare my throat, and it’s all the permission Maverick needs. His burning tongue strokes me, open-mouthed kisses traveling from my collarbone to just below my ear. He hums, the vibration reverberating through my bones.
“Are you ready for this, Wildflower?”
Colt pulls back, blue eyes piercing mine, lust pulling his lids low. Their touch stills, waiting for my response, and I want to scream.
A flush crawls up my neck and floods my cheeks as embarrassment threatens to take over, but the way they’re looking at me, like I’m their entire world, gives me the confidence to ask for what I want.
“Yes. I want you.”
Matching growls rumble through me, heading straight to my core. Two sets of greedy hands stroke my arms, ribs, thighs, stoking an ever-growing heat within me. Thumbs graze the underside of my breast at the same time a touch ghosts over my clit, drawing out a low whimper from the back of my throat as they deny me the friction I need.
If these two keep teasing me like this, I’m not going to survive. Frustrated, I whine, gripping Colt’s shirt, hating any barrier between us, and try to rip it off. The fabric stretches around his neck in my uncoordinated haste.
Colt’s forehead drops to mine, his chuckle fluttering over me. He runs his nose along mine. I bite into his full bottom lip, and he laughs harder.
“You never could be patient, Sunshine,” he says, removing his shirt in one smooth movement.
Hot skin connects to mine, and I moan, the sound coming from deep within.
The sensation of Maverick’s bare chest branding my back, pressing me harder into Colt, has pleasure rippling under my skin. I could stay between them just like this for eternity, living off their heat, but it’s not enough to dim the thrumming between my thighs.
The accumulation of every graze, look, and near touch over the last week explodes into desperation. I’m yanking at Colt’s pant button, reaching back and blindly doing the same to Maverick’s. He takes over, shoving his pants and boxers down.
The weight of his cock sears into my ass as it slaps against me, followed by Colt’s wet tip coating my stomach.
I hiss, sucking in air, fingers digging into their hair, pulling at the roots. I’m lost to the haze; all I want is for them to feel the same torment I do.
“More. I need more,” I plead, unable to stop myself from rubbing into them, soaking in the way their lengths grind against me.
“You hear that, Colt?” Maverick reaches around, cupping my breasts in his palms. “She sounds so sweet when she begs for us.” He squeezes hard and commands, “Do it again. Beg for it, and I promise we’ll make you feel good.” He bites my earlobe before sucking it. “So fucking good, Callie. All you have to do is beg.”
I’ve never begged for anything in my entire life, never wanted to, but his command tightens low in my stomach, my clit pulsing in response. I want to for them. I want them to know just how much I crave them.
“Please.” My voice is shattered, but it’s enough.
“That’s it, my girl,” Maverick praises, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. He doesn’t stop kissing me, sucking, biting.
His cock presses against my tailbone in short thrusts, like he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. It’s so primal it feels like he’s going to eat me whole.
Lips press to mine, a wet tongue running over the seam. I open my eyes to see Colt’s, the blue almost completely swallowed by black. It’s a heady feeling to have those lust-filled eyes focused solely on me, and I get lost in them.
He’s still holding my gaze when he shifts, his cock aligning with my clit. I gasp with the contact, but it cuts off in a ragged inhale as he rolls his hips forward in a slow, languid motion, dragging his length against me.
Each stroke presses into my aching clit, providing the friction I desperately need.
My hips move on their own, chasing the pleasure he’s stoking, each glide drawing me closer to the edge. I’m gasping for breath, tension building and building, my core pulsing. Whiny, greedy sounds pull from my throat, pleading for whatever they’ll give me.
Pain radiates where Maverick pinches my nipples, twisting them before pressing his thumbs hard. It sends a shock straight to my core, and I arch into him for more, closing my eyes as he alternates between painful touches and soothing ones.
I reach back, sinking my nails into Maverick’s shoulder while scratching lines into Colt’s chest, leaving my own marks on them.
Colt pulls back, the head of his cock circling my clit before delving between my legs. He growls through clenched teeth as he slips easily through my thighs.
Maverick’s feet kick mine inward until they’re crushed together. Colt’s strokes stutter, a curse under his breath as I’m compressed around him.
“Jesus Christ,” he hisses, gripping my hips and thrusting against me.
My pussy clenches every time the head of his cock nudges my entrance, desperate to pull him inside.
I keen in a desperate cry, the need so intense it scares me.
Maverick hums into my ear, sending shivers erupting over my skin. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
Kneading my breast with one hand, he dips the other between where Colt’s and my bodies connect, instantly finding my clit.
“Right there,” I rasp, no longer caring what I sound like, rolling my hips into Colts’s cock, where it leaves a slick path of precum.
Colt loses control, fucking against me, his strokes frantic as he chases his release. He grips my jaw in his hands, gaze piercing into mine, guiding me higher.
Maverick’s expert fingers swirl and twist.
I’m so close it hurts. Every muscle in my body contracts, begging to be released. I’m a trembling mess, legs giving out, counting on them to catch me.
My orgasm builds and builds and builds, that pulsing heat tightening until it feels like I’m going to crack. My eyes close, but Colt’s grip keeps my head from falling back.
“Look at me.” His voice is ragged, breaths coming out hard. “I want to watch you come.”
His words slam into me at the same time Maverick rolls my clit, shattering me into a million pieces.
Colt pulls out, stroking his cock in his fist, and groans as he spurts cum all over my stomach and the back of Maverick’s hand.
I don’t have the energy to worry about his reaction, laying my weight against Colt’s chest, quivering with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
My head’s buzzing, filling my ears with static as I gradually come down.
Maverick’s controlled thrusts, slow and lazy against my ass, relight the ember low in my stomach.
His palm leaves where it’s been resting on my lower stomach, and his weight lifts from my back.
Still breathing into Colt’s chest, I try to clear my mind to focus on Maverick.
I can feel his wrist ghost along my hip, then back in an up-and-down motion.
I shift my hips back, trying to press into him, earning me one of his rare chuckles.
“My needy girl.”
His cock presses into the seam of my ass before gliding through it easily.
The movement I’d felt earlier was him lubricating himself. Holy shit.
I bite back my moan with the realization that he used Colt’s cum to coat himself.
He’s using my ass to fuck himself, pressing the halves to mold around him harder with each roll of his hips.
No one has ever touched me like this, and the newness of the feeling has me arching into it, resting my head against Maverick’s shoulder.
Colt drops to his knees, his firm grip on my waist the only thing keeping me upright as he looks up at me with hunger, his warm breath puffing against my skin.
The sinister curve to his lips is the only warning I have before he sucks my clit in hard.
Still sensitive from my recent orgasm, I scramble to get away, but I’m caught between them.
Maverick continues to fuck himself against my ass while Colt devours my core.
I squirm against the pressure they’re building, not ready for what they’re giving me.
“I can’t… I can… I need to stop…I need.” I huff.
My words don’t match the way my body’s reacting, rocking into both of them.
“Please,” I beg, no longer sure what I’m begging for, suddenly feeling empty.
Maverick groans, pushing two fingers against my lips until I open for him.
He pushes them so far back I nearly gag. “Suck.”
I moan around him as their tastes fill my mouth.
I lose myself, sloppily following his orders, not caring how I look. I roll my tongue, sliding it between his fingers and around his knuckles, sucking him deeper into my throat.
Maverick’s thrusts stagger, then grow harder as he ruts into my ass.
“Fuck, Callie,” he murmurs into my neck, then sinks his teeth into it.
I whine, searching, and Colt reads me easily, sliding his fingers past my entrance and filling me completely, pumping them in and out at the same time as Maverick.
My head tilts back, straining my core, as my body goes white-hot, fire rippling through my nerves as I come again.
Maverick’s groan is guttural, coming from deep within his chest, as hot liquid covers my ass.
The room swirls, and Colt stands just in time to catch me, banding an arm around my back, holding me firmly against his chest.
His lips run soft kisses along my forehead, temple, cheek, crooning nothing but mindless praise, while Maverick trails his fingers down my spine, ghosting across the skin until he reaches where he’s marked me with his release.
His fingers swirl before dipping between my cheeks.
He hums low in his throat and releases a ragged breath.
“You look good covered in our cum.”