25. Colt
Chapter 25
Colt
It’s late, and the other guys have gone to get enough sleep for the event tomorrow, but the fire in front of us is still roaring.
I’m in no hurry to head back to our room with Callie sitting in my lap, her head against my chest, hair tickling my chin. Her legs are thrown over Maverick’s chair. Her hum travels through me as he massages his thumb into the arch of her foot.
She’s stunning, the glow of the fire flickering over her features. I could stay just like this forever. Thinking about her heading back to the city has an ache forming in my chest. She belongs here with us. Always has.
And I’m going to do everything I can to convince her.
Maverick’s hands travel up her calves, and a soft moan escapes her lips, licking down my gut. I’ve been trying to think of anything else since she curled into me. Little old ladies, reciting the alphabet backward. The disgusting smell of manure. It’s not fucking helping. My cock’s already half-hard under her ass, and if she keeps moving like that, she’s definitely going to notice.
Maverick’s deft hands aren’t helping, and I’m unable to look away as they move up her thighs. Her chin tips up in response, warm breath panting on the underside of my jaw.
Fuck me. I’m losing it.
She moans again, this time deeper and more desperate. Maverick skims his thumbs under the rough hem of her cutoff shorts; her hips grind into my ass. I groan, my fingers digging into her hips.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I murmur into her hair, and she rolls her hips into me in response.
Maverick groans as he kisses up her thigh where his hands just left. Thanking God for the sturdiness of Adirondack chairs, I lift her ass, positioning her to give him more access.
I can’t help but watch him, the way his tongue licks her, and his teeth graze her skin, raising goose bumps in their wake. It’s been a week since the locker room, and I’ve been desperately trying to block all thoughts out.
If trying to distract myself during the day wasn’t bad enough, it haunts me at night. I lie awake in the too-small bed, and I swear every molecule of my being is aware of him. The fact that we haven’t been able to change our reservations to double beds this entire time makes this a special form of hell. More than once, I’ve contemplated moving over to the sofa. No matter how uncomfortable it is, it has to be better than lying next to Maverick. But I never do, and neither does he. Something tying me in place, holding me there, that I don’t want to think about.
Watching him drive Callie insane like this. Her body trembling against mine, mixed with the whiskey we’ve been drinking and the cover of night, has my resistance lowering. I’m transfixed on his mouth and the memories of how it felt, the way he gripped me closer. How it felt to be the one in his arms. I shouldn’t be thinking about this. Can’t think about this.
I focus on Callie, who’s reaching back, cupping my neck with one hand, the other raking through Maverick’s hair. She’s perfect like this. Stunning. Seductive.
Everything I ever wanted, needed, craved.
I trail my hands under her shirt, grazing her quivering stomach, and do long strokes from the underside of her breast down to the waistband of her pants. Her hips shift into my touch every time my fingers dip below her panties. But I don’t go deeper. Instead, I draw it out. I want her insane in our arms, losing control. I want her to beg for it. To need it as badly as I do.
She’s got other plans, and a growl escapes my throat when she pulls back from the kiss and stands. I don’t miss the way her chest heaves or the goose bumps that cross her skin. She’s not as unaffected as she’s trying to make it seem.
Maverick leans forward, his hand reaching out to her, a muscle ticking in his neck as she jumps out of his reach.
She tsks, shaking her head. “Not so fast.”
“Fuck.” Maverick drops his head into his hand, groaning, as he rubs it over his face. “You can’t do this to us.”
“Are you sure about that? Because I’m pretty sure I can.” Her eyes twinkle with mischief.
“You’re a demon.” I groan.
“Aw, come on. I just want to have some fun.” She says it so innocently you’d never believe she’s in the middle of torturing us.
“What kind of fun, Callie?” Maverick’s voice is dark, low, impatient. Strained, like he’s barely holding himself back.
“I thought we would play a little game.”
“Are you trying to fuckin’ kill me?” I say through gritted teeth.
She tilts her head. “I dare you?—”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Maverick says.
“You either play, or no more touching, and I go to bed.” She places a hand on her hip. “ Alone. ”
She emphasizes the word, and I damn near beg Maverick to cooperate. At this point, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to get my hands back on her.
“Hurry” is all he says.
“I dare you.” She draws it out, and it’s almost painful. “to kiss each other.”
She could have slapped me, and it would’ve shocked me less. I whip toward Maverick, who’s already looking at me. I expect to see anger, confusion, shock—anything but the heat that’s darkening his gaze. The way his eyes trail down to my lips has them parting in response. My throat bobs with my swallow. My throat is dry with a different kind of thirst.
I’m not disgusted. I’m not turned off. Instead, my cock’s achingly hard, pushing against my jeans. I’ve hated him so long. Carried that betrayal. But the way he’s watching me and the way I’m responding undermines all of those feelings.
I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to think about anything. So I use the excuse of the dare to lean in closer to him. His breath is hot, branding as his nose grazes mine, and the dark pools of his eyes seem to peer into me. Like he can read every hidden thought. My fingers grip the armchair so hard I think it may crack. Tension radiates through me as he moves closer with each breath, giving me the chance to pull away. I don’t move. I can’t deny that I want this.
Maverick closes the distance between our mouths. He catches my groan, opening for me, sliding his tongue over my top teeth, sending fire sparking down my stomach, going straight to my cock. I meet him stroke for stroke, tasting the whiskey on his lips, wondering if I taste the same. My ass grinds against the seat, needing to move when his hands dig into my hair, holding me firmly in place as he deepens the kiss into something wild, untamable.
His low, deep growl nearly has me coming undone. Soft, delicate fingers stroke down my neck as Callie lowers herself into my lap. I break the kiss, loving the whine coming out of Maverick at the loss.
I capture her mouth with mine, needing to taste her. I don’t notice Maverick moving until he cages us, hands firmly on the armrests.
Callie goes to turn to him, but I cup her jaw, not ready to end our kiss, and tilt her head to expose her neck. Maverick licks up the thin column, and a shiver rolls through her when he presses a kiss to the sensitive spot under her ear.
“Don’t forget you started this,” he murmurs. It feels like a threat.
I love the way she’s responding to him, her sensitive body rolling against my hard cock. He grips her hips and pushes her harder into me, rocking her until it feels like I’m going to explode. If he keeps this up, I’m going to come in my pants.
He pulls her onto her feet and then sits in the chair beside us, holding her so her back is against his chest.
“Get up,” he commands. A ripple of defiance courses through me, but I do as he says, wanting to know where he’s going to take this.
I walk in front of them, standing between her thighs. She gazes up at me through lowered lashes, watching eagerly, her head resting against Maverick’s shoulder. I go to close the distance between us, but Maverick cuts in.
“On your knees.” I’m not sure if he’s daring me to do it or daring me to find out what will happen if I don’t.
I don’t want to admit what that last thought does to me. They watch me, gaze steady as I lower myself to my knees. The dirt and rocks press into my skin as I wait for what happens next.
Being submissive goes against everything inside of me, but I don’t complain when he tells me to remove her shorts. I groan deep in the back of my throat when her pink lace panties are the only thing covering her, a dark spot in the middle where she’s soaked through the fabric. I’m panting, cock begging, but I don’t move on my own. Instead, I look to Maverick.
“Go ahead, touch her, but steer clear of her clit,” Maverick instructs, his voice smooth and commanding, eliciting an exasperated sigh from Callie.
“That’s totally unfair, Maverick,” she protests.
He smirks, radiating leisurely control, as if savoring the chance to tease us.
His eyes linger on Callie, a glimmer of something deeper flickering behind them an unspoken promise that if we follow his lead, it’ll be worth it.
I run my hands over her curves, slipping my fingers under the waistband of her underwear to start pulling them down.
Maverick rakes his fingers through my hair, holding me in place. “Did I say you could take those off?”
A surge of defiance races up my spine, causing my chest to tighten like it’s bound in a vise, but I ignore it as Maverick steps back and adjusts her position. The new angle provides an even better view.
My fingers dig into the firm, smooth skin of her ass, spreading her apart.
There’s satisfaction in going slow, in taking my time. My fingers trace the gentle contours of her hips, the smooth expanse of her thighs, and linger at the delicate lace trim of her underwear. She lets out soft, needy whimpers. I finally understand why Maverick is so into patience as a low growl rumbles from my chest, fueled by the warmth that surges through my veins, igniting every nerve with anticipation.
I push my face into her cunt, running my nose along her warm seam, breathing in her sweet scent. Maverick doesn’t stop me, and I take it as the go-ahead to continue. A tremble runs through her as my hot breath sinks into her tender core. Each gasp, each moan from her lips is a spark, a lit match held to a fuse. Her panties damp with wanting, I push them aside, my fingers tracing the edge of her heat before slipping inside, testing just how far I can push the boundaries of Maverick’s command.
“You will regret that,” he says, a threat and a promise wrapped into one, and my cock strains against my pants, throbbing, begging for friction.
This is so much more than I anticipated.
I can no longer ignore the insistent pull that’s been growing inside me, breaking open the vault where I’ve hidden all my emotions.
This feeling, having them, being this close, feels right, like it’s always been how things are meant to be. The void Callie left behind, a gaping chasm that only widened with the loss of Maverick, fills drop by drop.
Maverick’s breaths come in rapid, shallow bursts, and his eyes glint as they lock onto mine. A magnetic pull toward him, every logical reason to keep my distance crumbling under the weight of this charged moment. The air between us thickens, charged with an undeniable tension that draws me closer to him.
He releases his hold on my hair, his fingers trailing down to grasp Callie’s hips firmly, spreading her apart to grant me better access. I take this as an unspoken invitation, wasting no time as I lean in and let my tongue glide through her slick heat. She’s intoxicating, and I hum, savoring her.
My fingers tremble on her thighs as I stroke my tongue from her clit, along through her seam, stopping just before her back hole. Then I do it again.
Her body sags into my hands as her legs give way, and she moans louder, filling the air as I thrust my tongue into her core, fucking her over and over with it.
Maverick lets out a deep, resonant groan that seems to vibrate through my entire torso.
I can’t see what’s happening, but the air around is charged with an intense energy, almost crackling with anticipation.
“Colt,” Maverick says, but I don’t stop to look, his fingers pulling her even wider. “She likes it right there.”
Callie mumbles in agreement, her voice muffled. “So good.”
Holy shit. That’s hot.
She rides my tongue, setting her own rhythm and quivering in my hold. Her sounds grow more desperate with each thrust. I flatten my tongue over her asshole before circling it, loving the way it makes her quake. Her cry is cut off, strangled, when I thrust two fingers deep inside her pussy.
“You’re doing such a good job, Colt, pleasuring our girl.” Maverick’s praise shivers across my skin.
I thrust my fingers deeper inside her, scissoring them, preparing her for my cock. She responds immediately, taking everything I give her. My tongue circles her rim, pressing without entering while I fuck her hard with my fingers.
She tenses, arching upward, opening herself even more to me. I doubt she realizes what she’s doing. Her body is in control now, searching for release. I sink a third finger into her, and she pulses around my knuckles in response. Her pussy clenches, squeezing them tight. I groan at the thought of feeling her heat around my cock.
“That’s it. Come for us. Let Colt know what a good job he’s doing.”
Trusting Maverick to hold her, I fuck her until she’s breaking apart around my fingers. She’s tightening so hard I can’t move them as she comes.
It’s so fucking satisfying to be the one to make her feel this way, but it’s not enough to satiate the building need driving me.
My hips move on their own, desperate to sink inside her; there’s no way I can stop.
I pull my fingers out slowly, loving the way she whimpers, shivering in my arms.
I take deep inhales, exhaling in a count of five, trying to slow my heart rate to get myself under control. My head buzzes from the lack of oxygen. I’d given up trying to breathe, focusing only on making her come.
Her pussy’s glistening in front of me, wetness soaking her thighs, and I can’t help but suck her taste into my mouth. The overwhelming need to devour her thrums through me.
Maverick tugs my head back, forcing my chin up to look at him.
A growl, more animalistic than human, rumbles in my chest from him taking away my meal.
“Stand.”
His one-word command ignites my frustration, and I’m tempted to snap. To tell him to back the fuck off, that I don’t have to listen to him, that I can do whatever I want. I grind my teeth, ready to fight… only to realize the thing I want to do is whatever he tells me.
I’ll figure that out later. I rise to my feet, completely motionless, my body buzzing with anticipation.
“Take off your pants and feed her your cock,” he instructs with a steady gaze.
“Fuck.” The word drags out under my breath as I make quick work of the button and slide the zipper down, pushing my jeans and boxers to my feet, where they pool around my boots.
Maverick lifts Callie as he gets up and maneuvers her until her back is pressed against me. Her arms circled around his neck for support. I watch over her shoulder as he cups one of her breasts, rolls her nipple between his fingers, and lays his other palm flat on her stomach, dragging it downward, painfully slow.
Jesus, she looks stunning draped over him, legs parted, ready.
I run my cock along her ass, then between her thighs, coating it with her wetness, loving her soft whimpers. Maverick really has the right idea; the longer I take, the more she loses her mind. But there’s only so much I can take. Fisting my cock, I circle the head around her entrance, I’m barely holding on to my sanity enough to ask, “Are you on birth control?”
She nods, nudging me, and that’s all it takes to make me break.
“Thank fucking God,” I growl, sliding into her completely in one swift motion, fitting perfectly as if she was meant for me. Careful not to hurt her, I pause for her to adjust, but she pushes back against me impatiently.
“So good. Feels so good.” Words spill out of her in a continuous stream.
“Harder,” she pleads, and I give her what she wants, skin slapping against skin as I slam into her. My eyes roll back as she clenches around me in response. Fuck, I’m not going to last.
Callie’s head slams into my collarbone, a cry on her lips when he stops without touching her clit. He’s a fucking sadist. He catches her moan with his mouth, shoving his tongue between her teeth. The indecent sounds they’re making have me pumping recklessly.
“Come on his cock,” Maverick murmurs without pulling back, encouraging her. “I know you can do it.”
She huffs. “You better be right.” She’s all sass now, the need for release cracking through her voice.
Maverick chuckles. It’s a deep, rough sound that tightens my balls. He’s still smirking when he takes her nipple in his mouth, sucking it hard, teeth sinking into the tender flesh. He pulls away, licking the marks he’s left, only to do it again, effectively cutting off her complaints.
Listening to her every moan, every sound, I focus on what makes her feel good. Her breath hitches when the head of my cock presses against the front of her inner wall. I do it again, harder, and she whimpers in the back of her throat.
“You like that, don’t you?” I murmur, brushing my teeth lightly over the delicate shell of her ear, hitting that spot over and over again.
Her cries grow louder, filling the air around us, and Maverick clamps a hand over her mouth to muffle them. She’s completely lost, head thrown back, eyes closed as she grinds into me, giving me all her weight, trusting me completely.
My cock throbs, tingles climbing my spine as my orgasm threatens to take over.
“Come with me, Sunshine.”
Callie sinks her teeth into Maverick’s hand as her pussy pulses around me. A groan rips from my chest as I fill her with my cum, marking her as mine.
Voices come from around the corner, shattering the moment and slamming me back to reality.
How the hell could I forget we’re outside?
I pull out quickly as Maverick’s already pulling her shorts into place, covering her, and I yank my pants up just in time for unfamiliar faces to come into view. I don’t bother acknowledging them, already annoyed they’ve interrupted us.
Callie makes a surprised sound when Maverick lifts her into his arms, cradling her under her knees and supporting her back. She visibly whitens at the sight of the intruders, clearly still a little lost in her own world.
Her eyes widen as she scans the surroundings, and then she hides her flushed cheeks with her hands. “That wasn’t fair,” she says.
She looks absolutely adorable like this. “You started it,” I tease, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and gently moving her hands away from her face, amused by her embarrassment.
“I’d never let anyone see you,” Maverick assures her, drawing her focus back to him. I search my feelings but find no jealousy, just comfort in knowing he cares for her as much as I do.
As the intruders leave, she relaxes, and the three of us silently head back to our room.
“Wait,” Callie says, turning to look Maverick in the eyes. “What about you?”
I hadn’t even thought about the fact he didn’t get to finish. My eyes involuntarily drift down to the noticeable bulge in his jeans. Damn, if he feels anything like I did, it must be torturous.
The man has the self-control of a saint because all he does is kiss her forehead and say, “Next time.”
Next time.
His words echo in my head, bouncing off the walls as they light a flame in my chest because, without a doubt, there will be a next time.
Tonight was the most intense experience of my life. I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out.
I know I should have hated it. Should have fought Maverick’s dominance. In no world should I be turned on by him telling me what to do.
But I’ve never been so desperate in my life. Suddenly, none of the things I should do matter anymore. Every scrap of his praise drove me harder as we both worked toward Callie’s pleasure.
I fall behind them, watching as Maverick’s back flexes under his shirt. When did he become such a man? All thick thighs and broad shoulders wide enough to block Callie completely. My cock betrays me, already half-hard just looking at him.
But to hell with it.
If this is how it’s going to be, I might just start enjoying being told what to do.