44. Colt
Chapter 44
Colt
I’m still half out of my damn mind from watching Maverick devour her.
My head’s spinning, every nerve lit up, and I haven’t even been touched yet.
Then Callie turns, hair wild, lips kiss-swollen, eyes dark and glassy with want.
Her gaze drops to my lap, then lifts again, deliberately. “Take these off.”
It takes a second to process, my brain short-circuiting from everything that’s just happened. I glance down at my jeans. My cock strains painfully behind the zipper, and suddenly, I can’t get them off fast enough.
I grunt, shifting to work the button open one-handed, but it’s clumsy with the brace, the angle, and the lingering ache in my leg.
Callie bites her lip like she’s trying not to laugh. “Need help?”
“I’ve got it,” I mutter, even though I absolutely don’t.
I get the jeans and boxers halfway down my thighs.
Maverick leans forward from where he’s sitting behind her, expression unreadable, voice dry. “Don’t be stubborn, princess.”
“Fuck off,” I say, but I’m smiling, and they both know it.
He reaches over and tugs my boxers and pants the rest of the way off, slow and unapologetic.
And now I’m bare, cock flushed and hard, aching in the cool air between us.
The second I’m free, Callie shifts forward on her knees, hair spilling across her shoulders. One hand curls around the base of me, warm and sure.
She peers through her lashes. “Can I?”
My voice breaks on the inhale. “Please.”
She lowers her mouth, and I swear to God, the second her lips wrap around me, I stop breathing.
The heat. The suction. The way she moans like I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted.
My head knocks back, and I clutch the blanket beneath me, every muscle in my legs locking tight.
She takes her time licking the tip, swirling her tongue, teasing on purpose.
Maverick watches from behind her. Silent. Still. Hungry.
Callie’s mouth is heaven, hot, soft, eager, but when Maverick moves behind her, everything changes.
She pulls back, lips glistening, and turns toward him like she already knows.
He leans in, first kissing her slow, filthy, tasting me between their mouths.
Then his gaze lifts, locking on mine. His hand wraps around my cock, sure, steady, like he’s done it a hundred times in his head.
His thumb swipes over the tip, slick with spit and precum, and then he lowers.
The first touch of his lips fries my nerves.
My back arches like I’ve been struck by lightning. A raw, choked sound punches out of me, part gasp, part moan.
“Fuck,” I hiss, but it doesn’t sound like me.
He takes me slow, mouth so warm, unreal, tongue curling with a mix of reverence and hunger that makes my head spin.
Maverick.
Maverick is sucking my cock.
And it’s not soft. Not tentative.
It’s greedy. Devastating.
He sinks deeper, dragging a moan from my chest I didn’t know I was capable of.
My hands fly to the blanket, clutching it like a lifeline, trying not to come undone.
My hips twitch.
My vision whites out.
Jesus Christ.
He groans around me, deep, vibrating, and the world goes fuzzy around me. It’s too much. Too good. And worse, he knows exactly what he’s doing. How to tease. How to pull. How to hollow out his cheeks and take me so deep I swear I hit the back of his fucking throat.
Callie shifts beside me, close enough that her bare skin brushes mine with every shaky breath. Her hand finds my chest, palm warm over my pounding heart. She leans in, kissing my jaw, my neck, whispering something soft and sweet, but I can’t process the words.
Not with Maverick’s mouth still on me.
Not when I can see him.
He’s between my legs, shoulders broad, back flexing as he works me over like he wants to ruin me from the inside out. His lips are wet, cheeks hollowing, throat taking every inch I give him. And fuck, the way he looks, eyes half-lidded, focused like this is what he’s meant to be doing. It’s obscene. Beautiful.
Callie’s hand drifts lower, tracing my ribs as Maverick sucks harder, deeper until my hips buck off the blanket.
She can’t look away, and neither can I.
Him. On his knees for me.
His mouth on my cock.
He grips my hips tighter than they need to, like he wants to own every second of this.
The sight of him like that, lips stretched, spit-slick and messy, eyes locked with mine and so damn hungry nearly shatters me.
“Oh my—fucking hell, Mav?—”
My voice breaks. My thighs shake. I’m coming apart, and he’s not stopping.
His pace only picks up, throat working around me with practiced ease, like he wants to ruin me.
And God, he is.
Every stroke strips me down further.
Like I’ve waited years for this without knowing it.
And now that I have it… I’ll never want anything else.
Maverick pulls off with a slick sound that leaves me gasping. My cock twitches in the cool air, spit glistening at the tip. My hands curl into the blanket beneath me, searching for something to hold on to.
Then Callie’s mouth is on mine.
Soft. Familiar. Steadying.
She kisses me like she’s trying to anchor me to the earth, like I’m coming apart and she’s the only thing holding me together. I taste myself on her lips and groan into her mouth, everything inside me unspooling.
Maverick’s hand wraps around my cock again firm and possessive, like he owns every inch of me.
He strokes me slow and tight, palm dragging over the sensitive head until precum beads and spills, trailing down the side.
It’s slick and messy, a mix of spit and precum coating every inch as he works me in an unhurried rhythm that makes me hiss through my teeth.
Then his fingers dip lower.
I flinch at the first brush of them against my rim, the sensation so new it knocks the breath from my lungs.
“Breathe,” Callie whispers, her forehead pressed to mine, her palm cradling my face like I’m something fragile.
Maverick circles again, patient and deliberate as he presses in with a wet glide that makes my spine bow.
The burn is sharp, but it’s the pressure—the sheer gravity of it—that shreds through whatever defenses I had left.
And then his tongue is there.
Warm. Wet. Unforgiving.
He licks me like it’s something he’s craved. Like he wants to carve the memory of this into both of us.
He eases them into me, slow but insistent, until my thighs shake and my body forgets how to resist.
Callie’s lips move over mine again, and I suck in a broken breath as Maverick works deeper.
“Fuck,” I whisper, voice shredded. “What—what is he?—”
She kisses my jaw, my cheek, my mouth. “He’s making you feel good. Let him.”
My brain’s static. My body’s fire.
Maverick moans into me like he’s the one losing control, and it punches straight through me.
He circles, then fucks me deep enough to short-circuit everything I am.
It’s too much.
Too fucking good.
I’m not even sure who I’m holding on to, but my hands are in someone’s hair, and my back is arching off the blanket like I’m going to split apart.
His mouth doesn’t stop. Neither do his fingers.
Maverick pushes a second, and the stretch hits like lightning.
My hips jerk before I can stop them. It’s instinct. Chaos. Need.
A groan claws up my throat, raw and helpless. I grab at him, his shoulders, his hair, grasping for anything solid because the world’s tilting sideways, and I’m not sure I’ll survive it.
I’m shaking now. My thighs. My arms. My fucking soul.
Between my legs, his mouth closes over my cock again, and I swear I shatter.
He sucks hard, tongue swirling until I’m gone.
Pressure slams through me like a freight train.
I can’t breathe. Can’t think.
“I’m going to—” I gasp, desperate, voice cracking open with a warning. “Mav, move .”
Maverick groans deep in his throat and tightens his grip.
He takes me deeper, swallowing me whole, fingers never stopping as they stretch me open from the inside out, and that’s it.
That’s the end of me.
I detonate.
My hips buck helplessly, fucking into him. My body seizes, every muscle locking down as I explode, hot and hard, wave after wave crashing through me.
He takes all of it, moaning like he’s starving for it.
I’m wrecked. Ruined. Gasping. My body trembles like I’ve never come before.
And when I finally collapse back, my heart’s pounding, lungs barely working as Callie kisses me, soft and slow, like I didn’t just lose my mind.
I blink at her, dazed. “Was I—” My laugh hitches on the breath. “Am I the bottom?”
She grins down at me, smug and sparkling and utterly in love.
“No,” she says, brushing her lips over mine. “You’re the lucky one.”
Maverick rises to his knees, jaw clenched, eyes locked on her like he’s already claimed every inch.
He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to.
His hand finds Callie’s hip, then slides lower, wrapping around her thigh. She shifts automatically, moving with him, and he guides her over me with confident, unrelenting pressure.
I’m still catching my breath when she’s suddenly above me, thighs bracketing my ribs, heat pulsing against my skin.
Her hair falls forward as she braces her hands beside my shoulders, searching like she’s trying to read my mind.
Maverick’s not done.
He plants one hand between her shoulder blades and pushes, not hard, but firm, until her chest lowers to mine, her back arching with the motion.
My hands land on her hips instinctively, steadying her.
His hands grip the sides of her ass, spreading her open.
Fuck.
His mouth parts, tongue out, and he lets it drip.
My cum. Onto her skin.
Between her cheeks.
My hips twitch, already stirring.
A low sound rips from my throat.
The sight alone, his cum-slick lips, the glisten on her flushed skin, the possessive way he holds her, has me spiraling.
He glances up, catches me watching.
And he fucking smirks.
Callie’s breath hitches, sharp, and uneven as she cuts crescents into my shoulders like she’s holding on for dear life.
Her hips jerk when he touches her.
It courses through me.
Every tremor. Every broken breath. Every desperate shift as she rocks toward his hand.
Behind her, Maverick growls, voice thick with possession. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Callie whimpers, her forehead dropping to my chest. I slide a hand up her back, up and down in smooth motions, trying to soothe her.
I watch the tension ripple through her as Maverick works her open, one hand gripping her ass, the other… lower. Deeper.
“Relax for me,” he murmurs. “Let me in, Callie.”
She lets out a long, broken breath. Her thighs quiver.
“Good girl,” he breathes. “Just like that.”
Her whole body shudders as he presses deeper.
“That’s my girl.” His growl is rough, reverent, completely undone.
He’s taking his time.
That obscene, wet slide. The way she moans. The way she arches.
The way she reaches for it has me tearing at the seams.
Maverick chuckles, dark and low. “You like it when I stretch your pretty ass, don’t you?”
Callie whines, rocking her hips back into him. She’s panting our names like a prayer. I can hear how good he’s making her feel, stretching her, finger by finger.
Maverick’s voice drops to a whisper, but every syllable hits like a brand. He’s stroking his cock with one hand, positioning himself with a low, appreciative hum.
“Can’t wait for this ass to clench around me.”
She arches above me, taut with tension, breath stuttering against my cheek, as he presses into her. She’s shaking, and her nails dig into my chest as she tries to steady herself.
What I want, what I need is to watch Maverick sink into her. The way she stretches around him. My cum still glistening, slicking his way in.
I picture it anyway.
His hands on her hips, thumbs spreading her open. Her body gives way, inch by inch, like it was made for him. The flushed pink of her skin. The tight heat of her taking him deeper and deeper.
My cock twitches, hard again, the ache nearly unbearable.
Callie cries are soft and broken, and fuck, it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Good girl,” Maverick groans, voice low and ragged. “You feel so good.”
She shifts, hips jerking, trying to breathe through it. Her head drops to my shoulder as whimpers escape, and her whole body quivers with the stretch.
Maverick pauses, fully seated deep inside her, and leans forward. His chest brushes her back as he sucks on the soft bottom of her ear.
“You feel that? The way your body’s gripping me? Like it knows I belong here.”
I slide my hands up her sides. I can’t move. Can’t breathe.
Watching them. Feeling her. Being here. It’s almost too much.
And still, I want more.
“Colt…” Her voice is barely a breath, but she says my name, and it sounds like a plea, and it lands straight in my chest.
“I need?—”
“I know.” My voice cracks with it.
Maverick lifts his eyes to mine over her shoulder. There’s fire there. Possession. Hunger.
But there’s something softer too. A flicker that says this matters. That he’s not just doing this for her.
He’s doing it for all of us.
He drags his mouth along the line of her spine as he reaches between us. His fingers wrap around my slick and pulsing cock and line me up beneath her.
“Ready?” he rasps, voice thick.
I nod. Or moan. I’m not sure. My whole body’s buzzing, strung tight with need.
“Then let’s give her everything.”
And then he’s guiding her down.
Her body sinks around me, hot, tight, impossibly wet. Every inch of her stretches as she takes me, slow and aching, until I’m fully seated inside her and she’s gasping, nails digging into my chest like she’s trying to hold on to something real.
Above us, Maverick groans, hips flexing as her body clenches around us both.
Holy fuck.
She’s full, breathless and unraveling, caught between the two of us, and so am I.
Every breath is a battle now.
Because nothing—nothing—has ever felt like this.
Maverick moves first, a slow pull of his hips, barely more than an inch, but it ripples through her. The drag of him inside her tightens everything around my cock, and I swear I see stars.
Callie moans, clenching down, and my head thumps back against the blanket, breath torn straight from my lungs.
Then he thrusts again, deeper this time. Controlled. Deliberate.
The friction is unreal, shared and all-consuming. His cock presses against mine through the thin wall of her body, like he’s fucking me too.
Callie whimpers, mouth brushing over my jaw as her body rocks between us. “God… I?—”
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Maverick murmurs, voice ragged, reverent. “Taking both of us like you were made for it.”
He thrusts again, and the sound she makes splits me open.
Her hips move on instinct now, down onto me, then back against him, trapped in a rhythm of want.
I match her, hips rising to meet every stroke, and fuck…
Maverick’s hand slides around her ribs, hauling her back against his chest as he drives into her harder. Each thrust pushes her deeper onto me.
His voice drops to a growl. “You love this, don’t you? Being ours. Being full.”
Callie can’t speak. She just nods, whimpers, body shaking as she reaches behind her for him.
He catches her hand, entwining them, holding her steady as he fucks her deeper. Faster.
Every motion of his hips drives her down tighter around me. She’s hot, wet, pulsing.
I realize I’m not going to last.
Not with her clenched so tight.
Not with Maverick fucking her like he owns her… me.
Not when every nerve is lit up and begging for release.
Callie’s thighs start to quiver in uneven jerks as her body begins to give out. Her nails bite into my chest again, and her breath spills out in broken gasps.
“Maverick—Colt—oh my God, I’m?—”
She clamps down, seizing around me.
Then the sound.
Half sob, half scream, as her orgasm hits her.
Her whole body locks. Her mouth parts in a silent cry as she shudders between us.
Maverick groans behind her. “That’s it. That’s our girl. Come for us, just like that.”
She pulses around me again and again, and I arch, hips jerking without thought, chasing the high she just lit like a match to dry grass.
Maverick’s hand slides down, stroking where we’re both buried inside her. His fingers press just above the root of my cock, palm rubbing tight circles over her clit as she rides it out.
That pressure—his hand, her body, the heat—sends me careening toward the edge.
“Shit.” I gasp, fists tangling in the blanket, teeth gritted as my body jerks. “I’m gonna?—”
He just growls, “Give it to me.”
And then I’m gone.
My body bucks, hips slamming up as I spill inside her.
Callie’s still shaking around me, moaning as she collapses onto my chest, breath hitching in my ear.
My vision whites out at the edges, everything else dissolving except for her… and Maverick still inside her.
His pace falters.
Once.
Twice.
Then his head drops, and a sound tears out of him, half growl, half moan, as he jerks, fist wrapped tight around the base of his cock.
I watch, dazed, as he spills across her back in thick, hot ropes, groaning through his teeth as he empties himself.
Callie shudders on top of me, still full of me, her muscles fluttering in the aftermath.
We’re blissed out, riding the high of pleasure.
All of us.
Maverick’s chest heaves, one hand braced on her lower back, the other resting heavily on his thigh, breath dragging in and out.
Then he leans and presses a kiss to the base of her spine. Then another.
Soft, reverent kisses press into the back of my hand where it’s still curled around her waist.
Our bodies are still tangled, sticky with sweat and cum, skin flushed and trembling, but no one moves to fix it.
No rush to clean up.
Just soft breaths and the sound of rain still pattering outside the shelter.
Callie’s cheek rests against my chest, her hair damp where it sticks to my skin.
I run a hand through it slowly, untangling the strands.
Her breathing is steady now. Calmer.
But she hasn’t let go of me.
Maverick lowers himself to the blanket beside us, his arm curling around her waist from behind. His other hand finds mine.
No words, just a squeeze.
That old ache in my chest swells again, but this time it’s something good. Something solid.
I glance down, and Callie’s looking up at me, her eyes sleepy, sated, and soft.
“You okay?” I murmur, brushing her hair from her cheek.
She nods, but her voice is barely a whisper. “Better than okay.”
Maverick shifts closer, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “You were perfect,” he says, and his voice catches just slightly, making something hot bloom behind my ribs.
Callie smiles, eyes slipping closed again. “You two really know how to wreck a girl.”
“Pretty sure it’s the other way around,” I say, her laugh vibrates through my chest.
We stay like that for a while.
No more teasing. No more games.
Just tangled limbs, quiet touches, and the steady thrum of three hearts beating in the same rhythm.