32. Callie
Chapter 32
Callie
Maverick’s mouth is at my neck, breath hot, chest flush against my back as Colt fumbles with the motel key like his hands forgot how to work. The second the door unlocks and clicks shut behind us, Colt turns on a dime.
He grabs Maverick over my shoulder, one fist in his shirt, the other braced against the wall, and slams him back hard, taking me with him.
I gasp, caught in the middle as Maverick grunts behind me from the impact. He doesn’t loosen his hold on me, just tightens his arms around my waist, keeping me pinned between them.
Colt’s mouth is on mine instantly, claiming me with heat and hunger. His fingers cup my chin, tilting my head up as he deepens the kiss, his thumbs stroking my cheekbones. I moan into him, grip his shirt in both fists, twisting it to pull him closer.
My head drops back to Maverick’s shoulder as Colt rocks his hips against me, grinding his cock against my center. Behind me, Maverick presses into my ass, and I can feel every inch of him hard, ready, straining. Colt bites my bottom lip, sharp enough to sting, then soothes it with a lick, tasting me like he’s starving.
Maverick’s hands leave my hips. I open my eyes just in time to see him thread his fingers into the hair at the base of Colt’s neck, pulling him closer. I twist in their arms, watching as their foreheads connect, noses aligned, sharing each other’s ragged breaths.
They’re unsteady and broken, like every inhale is harder than the last.
Tension coils between them, their bodies going rigid against me with every second that ticks by. The spark in the air turns electric, crackling across my skin.
I don’t move.
I don’t make a sound.
I don’t dare breathe.
The sound Colt makes bleeds into a groan as their mouths meet. My hands splay against his chest, feeling the tremble beneath my palms.
Maverick’s grip tightens in Colt’s hair, pulling him closer in silent approval.
Colt sucks Maverick’s tongue into his mouth, and Maverick moans, deep and guttural, his hips jerking forward, cock grinding into my ass uncontrollably.
The sound of them, the taste, the heat, the way they fall into each other has need clawing through me. Colt’s hips thrust into my clit with every grind. The pressure from both sides is dizzying.
A frustrated sound tears from my throat.
Clothes.
Too many goddamn clothes.
I want their bare cocks rubbing against me, sliding through my wetness, giving me the friction I’m dying for. As if reading my mind, Maverick breaks the kiss just long enough to yank my shirt over my head and unclasp my bra.
Colt’s already shedding the rest of his clothes, boxers kicked off with a grunt. Maverick bends to peel my shorts and underwear down in one smooth motion, tossing them aside. Colt groans, deep and raw, as my naked body presses into his, his cock sliding against me.
He reaches for Maverick next, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him away from me just long enough to tear it over his head. Desperation clings to every motion. Maverick hums, pleased, as he allows Colt to take the lead.
Colt walks backward toward the bed, his hand fisted in my hair, keeping my mouth on his. I catch the faint rustle of Maverick’s remaining clothes hitting the floor. His hands are splayed across the small of my back, palms pressing into the top of my ass as his fingers curve around my waist.
Maverick uses my hips to guide us to the bed. Colt’s sucking in a breath when the mattress hits behind his knees, and he topples backward. Maverick holds me steady so I don’t fall with him.
Colt’s laid out before us, golden skin flushed, every muscle defined, his abs leading down to where his cock throbs against his stomach, thick and ready. Precum pools at the tip, dripping down his length.
Maverick leans in, biting my neck, sucking a line up to my ear, and I moan, half from the sensation, half from the anticipation. His fingers slide between my legs, stroking through my soaked core.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, voice like gravel. “You’re dripping, Wildflower. Desperate for him to fill you up?”
I nod, no words left in me.
Maverick lifts me, positioning me so I’m straddling Colt, one hand on my waist, the other gripping my thigh. They work in tandem, Maverick supporting me as Colt holds himself steady, the tip of his cock nudging my entrance.
He fills me, stretching me over his length as I’m slowly lowered, inch after agonizing inch. I quake, chin tipping back, eyes closed, unable to breathe as Colt fills me completely.
Colt grips my thighs, holding me in place while I adjust, his cock pulsing inside me. The fullness is nearly too much, but it’s everything I want.
When I finally nod, Maverick lifts me as Colt thrusts up into me.
My teeth clench, hands wrapping around the back of Maverick’s neck for stability, nails digging into his skin. I’m quivering, unable to do anything but take what he’s giving me. He shifts his hips, finding the angle that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
“There,” I rasp. “Right there.”
His chuckle is rough as he grips me tighter, holding me in place while he drives into that spot again and again, building pressure. Each thrust sending shocks through my core, straight to where my clit aches for more.
Colt and I moan at the same time as Maverick reaches between us, sliding his fingers through my soaked core, not stopping until they’re on either side of where Colt’s buried inside me. I feel the exact moment they touch. Colt’s thrusts falter, a broken groan slipping from his lips before he fucks me harder.
The two of them drive me closer to the edge as Maverick slips his fingers forward and back, pressing and circling my clit with each pass. My skin comes alive, every molecule of my being, singing as the tension builds between my thighs.
His other hand comes up to my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers, while he swallows my cry, lips hot against mine, tongue plunging deep as if to match Colt’s thrusts.
It’s like being fucked twice, and I lose it. My pussy clenches, pulsing with the force of an orgasm, shattering me as I sob into Maverick’s mouth.
Colt curses and slams up into me one final time, spilling inside me, heat flooding my core.
I collapse, gasping, trembling as Maverick eases me down onto Colt’s chest. My thighs are shaking, my lungs burning as Colt’s cock slips from me, and I whimper at the loss.
Maverick presses kisses to my shoulder, humming low in his throat. “You are such a needy girl,” he murmurs against my ear, nipping it with his teeth.
It shoots straight to my core.
And I know. I’m not done.
I don’t care if it’s needy. I don’t care if it’s too much.
I want more.
Maverick cups my ass, spreading me open. His cock slides along the seam, teasing, tempting.
His voice is a growl, low and dark and full of promise.
“We’re not done yet.”