33. Colt
Chapter 33
Colt
Maverick’s promise reverberates through me, goosebumps rising in its wake. Heat from Callie’s soft gasp and response to his touch curls against my neck. She shivers, and I totally get it. There’s something in his voice, the way his command leases his words without raising it. I just came, but my cock still twitches in response.
His hooded eyes meet mine, dark with swirling lust, barely banked behind his lashes. He hasn’t gotten a true taste of our girl yet. A level of patience I could never match.
Callie presses harder against my chest, making an incoherent sound when he gives her a gentle squeeze and then lets go.
“Take care of her,” Maverick says before exiting the room, not waiting for my response, already knowing that I’ll do it, with or without his command. But there’s something so much hotter with him directing me.
I graze my fingers along Callie’s back over the ridge of her spine in a long, smooth movement before descending. She settles into me, splayed out naked, her knees on either side of mine, leaving her completely exposed. Her deep breath did nothing to cut through the anticipation for what Maverick has planned.
He comes back into the room, cock rock-hard, flushed so red it must be aching. I swallow, throat dry, wondering just how many times he jerked off in our room to make it this long. This is the first time I’ve really gotten to look at it. I’ve known him for years, and sharing the same locker room made it impossible not to catch glimpses. But his length and width have me shuddering. It twitches under my gaze, and I snap to Maverick, who’s already looking at me. His thumb runs along his bottom lip, which is curved in a slight grin. He doesn’t look away as he reaches down, gripping his cock and moving in long, slow strokes.
Fuck. My heart’s going wild, thundering against my chest, heat flushing my skin as I watch. Callie trembles when Maverick runs his hands along her back, starting at her shoulders and making their way all the way to the globe of her ass. They brush across me in their descent, and I groan at the barest touch.
I shouldn’t be able to get hard right now, but I can already feel myself getting stiffer where I’m pressed into Callie’s soft stomach.
That’s when I see the plastic bottle he set on the bed beside her knees. When the fuck did he have time to get lube? I barely register the thought before Maverick’s guiding Callie’s hips into the air so that she’s kneeling, upper body still pressed into me.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Maverick growls while his hands are still running all over her. She shivers every time he gets close to her core. Slow and torturous, he takes his time, in languished movements. He’s stoking a fire, building it ember by ember, listening to her every breath, watching her every response.
Her nails dig into my chest as his hands travel up her thighs. She sucks in a breath, quivering as he reaches her pussy, this time not moving away. I follow the curve of Callie’s arched back until where Maverick’s cock is visible above her ass. He’s dripping in precum. The beads run down the length of him. A low hum forms in the back of my throat, knowing he’s just as turned on as we are.
Callie shifts, pressing back into his touch in a steady rhythm. Her voice turns needy, frantic, desperate as he fucks his fingers inside her.
“That’s three fingers, Callie. Look how well you can take me after taking Colt’s cock.”
My cock jerks at the mention, angry that Callie is no longer pressed against it. She whimpers when he pulls out, hips rocking back as if chasing him. He grips her ass, holding her steady. A low chuckle forms deep in his throat.
“I need you to trust me, Callie,” he says as he grabs the bottle from the bed and pops the cap. “Can you do that for me, Wildflower?”
She nods against my chest, and I can feel the heat of her breath when she rasps, “Yes.”
He growls, pleased, and it goes straight to my cock.
His now lubricated fingers travel up her seam. Her head lifts, gaze snapping to mine as she lets out a surprise squeak. I can’t see what’s happening, but I can guess. Callie’s nails are digging crescents into my skin as Maverick starts to press against her tight rim.
“I want to take you here, Callie.”
A shiver rolls through her, and my cock weeps at the image of her taking him into her ass.
“You want that too, don’t you?”
“I-I want it.” Her voice breaks.
“You are such a good girl Callie,” he purrs.
She’s trembling in my arms as I hold her in place, breaths coming out in shallow pants.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well.”
She whimpers and moves into his fingers
Holy shit, that’s so fucking hot.
I reach between us, stroking my cock, and press the tip into her soft skin, leaving wet trails over her navel.
“Kiss her, Colt.”
She tastes good on my tongue as I take her mouth. The tension drains from her limbs as she relaxes, letting me have all of her weight.
Maverick removes his fingers, drawing a whimper from our girl as he lines his cock up with her pussy, slowly entering her. A low growl grits through his teeth as he waits for her to adjust before he carefully begins to roll his hips.
The sound she makes has me stroking myself faster. I grunt, going fucking cross-eyed when Maverick slams into her and her belly strokes my cock, my precum making her wet as I slide against her.
I capture her mouth with mine again, loving the way it has her relaxing into me. Like my mouth, my kiss, my tongue is the only thing she needs.
I stroke my length in time with Maverick’s thrusts. The rhythm he’s setting has my breath hitching in my throat. He leans forward, his presence looming over us. His teeth are clenched together as he wrangles himself, keeping each of his movements controlled, drawing every last ounce of pleasure out of her.
It’s clear that, for him, his partner takes priority. He gets off on it. His teeth sink into his bottom lip when she presses back, asking for more, and he gives it to her, going harder and faster, drawing out her moans until she’s making nothing but incoherent, needy sounds.
Maverick leans over us, palm pressed into her back, keeping her in place as her soft skin rubs against my length with each roll of his hips.
What would it feel like to be the one receiving that kind of care? To have him pay attention to my every reaction. A ripple runs through me, and my cock grows impossibly harder. Now that the thought’s there, I can’t shake it. I groan, and Maverick catches me watching. His eyes search my face before darkening. He thrusts, gauging my reaction. My mouth opens, cock slamming into Callie.
She feels so fucking good, her body wrapped around mine, holding on to me fiercely as she takes her pleasure. Maverick’s attention is burning itself permanently into my skin. With every roll of his hips, it feels like he’s fucking himself into me.
My teeth clench together, eyes shut, and my head presses back into the mattress as I work myself closer and closer to the edge. It feels like every muscle in my body is stretched taut, begging for just a little more. My eyes snap open when Maverick’s firm grip encloses mine, guiding my hand from root to tip.
I come with enough force to knock the air out of me, moaning through gritted teeth as I uncontrollably fuck into his hand. Callie grinds into us, calling our names. She’s shaking, trembles rolling through her as she follows me over the edge.
Maverick’s growl fills the room as he ruts into her, his head thrown back with his release.
He arches over her forehead, resting into her back, taking long, deep breaths as he slowly gains control. Several moments pass before he groans and lifts off us and walks out of the room.
Callie doesn’t notice, lost in her own little world of bliss. She shows no signs of movement as I lift my hips slightly and tug the pillow out from under me and shift my way up the bed to rest against the headboard. With a firm grip on her waist, I bring her with me. Maverick walks back in, holding two bottles of water, and places them on the nightstand, along with two wet cloths. He holds one out to me. It’s warm but not hot, like he took the time to set the perfect temperature. He takes extra care as he slides it down through her legs. She makes a muffled sound but doesn’t protest, just snuggles in deeper to me. Once she’s clean, he helps me roll her to my side, where I keep her tucked against me with an arm wrapped around her waist. I swallow hard, seeing the mess I made of her stomach, coated in my cum. If I didn’t know it was about to turn sticky, I would keep her like that. A little disappointed, I wipe it off, then move on to myself. Maverick takes my dirty towel from me and hands me an open bottle of water.
Warmth flushes through me, contracting my chest, where there is a dull ache. It’s hard to process exactly what I’m feeling right now.
Content.
Happy.
Right.
Callie’s eyes peel open as I lift her face, and she takes delicate sips of the water. There’s a smile in her eyes as she hums, then returns to snuggle into my side. The water feels good on my raw throat. Mav’s pulling on his clothes as I finish the rest of the water. It’s late, but I don’t ask him where he’s going. There’s a tug in my chest as the door closes behind him.
I move Callie and lower her onto the bed, resting my chin on top of her head.
What the hell am I doing?