49. Maverick
Chapter 49
Maverick
Callie’s already taking off her shirt by the time the motel door clicks shut behind us.
No words. No pretense. Just her, standing at the foot of the bed, hair wild, mouth pink from kissing, eyes full of challenge, fucking electric as she peels off her top inch by inch and tosses it aside. My mouth goes dry as she runs her hands slowly down her bare stomach, like she knows exactly what she’s doing.
Colt makes a noise low in his throat. “Holy shit.”
Every curve, every movement, slow and deliberate. She unbuttons her jeans, slides them down her legs with a little shimmy of her hips, and we both follow the motion like she’s got us on strings.
She’s doing this on purpose, showing herself off like this body is a gift, and we’d be fools not to fall to our knees and worship it.
Jesus Christ, I want to. I want her on her back, on her knees, on my tongue. I want her dripping and trembling and pulling Colt apart while I lose my mind watching.
Colt’s already pulling his shirt over his head, eyes locked on her like he’s half-wild.
She’s still in her bra and panties, barefoot, flushed, eyes flashing with wicked intent. Her hands drift over her own hips. Sin incarnate, all bare skin and flushed cheeks as she tilts her chin toward us.
“You’re driving us crazy.” Colt lets out something between a groan and a prayer.
I mutter my agreement, yanking my shirt off in one breath and kicking my boots free, Colt a mirror image of me as he strips down.
Callie grins. “That was the plan.”
I’m not sure who groans louder, Colt or me.
My hands twitch with the need to touch her, but I don’t move. Not yet. My girl is having fun, and I’m not going to stop her.
She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, letting it slide down her arms. Her nipples are already peaked, and my cock jerks just watching her drop the bra on the floor.
Colt’s halfway to her already, drawn in like gravity, but he waits.
Callie hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, eyes flicking between us. “Well?”
I move.
She doesn’t flinch as I close in, just lifts her chin, daring me.
I grip her hips, run my palms down her thighs, then back up again, slow and possessive. “Touch me.”
She does.
Her hand wraps around my cock, hot and confident, and the second her fingers close, I hiss through my teeth. I’m already hard as fuck, and the way she strokes me steadily, firm, teasing the head with her thumb, knowing exactly what I like, has me pulsing in her grip.
Colt’s behind her now, naked and wild-eyed. His hands settle on her waist as he leans in to kiss her neck, and she turns her head to meet him, mouths crashing.
It’s messy. Hot. Her other hand dives into his hair, fisting it tight, like she can’t get close enough fast enough.
She’s sandwiched between us, my cock in her hand, Colt’s mouth on hers, and she’s moaning now, helpless against the way we both press into her.
Colt growls when she tugs his hair. “Jesus, Callie…”
“I want both of you,” she begs.
My hand covers hers on my cock, guiding the rhythm for a few more strokes. “Get on the bed.”
She crawls backward onto the bed, knees wide, then lies back, one leg bent.
“Fuck,” Colt breathes, staring at her like she’s already ruined him. “Look at her.”
I do. And it damn near brings me to my knees.
She’s spread out for us, flushed and panting, one hand between her legs like she doesn’t know what else to do with the need that’s taken over her body.
Her other hand reaches for me, fingers curling around my cock, and I swear to God I almost lose it right then. Colt lowers himself between her thighs. His shoulders press into her as he kisses up the inside of her thigh, and I feel her shaky exhale as her grip on me tightens.
I kneel on the bed, guiding her closer.
“Good girl,” I murmur, brushing my thumb over her chin before lining myself up above her lips. “Open.”
Her lips close around me, drawing a deep rumble of approval from my chest as I thread a hand into her hair. She takes me deep, greedy, like she needs this too, and the sounds she makes while Colt licks into her are enough to short-circuit my brain.
She moans around my cock when Colt sucks at her clit.
My hips jerk forward, and her hand flies, nails digging in just enough to hurt.
Colt growls something I can’t make out, but the way her whole body trembles says she felt it.
I shudder at the sensation. Her lips suction harder as Colt works her over, my cock muffling her cries. I wrap her hair around my fist and fuck into her mouth slow and deep while her whole body arches for more.
The sight of her like this, her mouth full of me, thighs shaking, and Colt buried between her legs, is enough to break something open inside me.
God, I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful.
Her hips buck off the bed, and I know exactly what Colt’s doing to her. The rhythm of her throat, the way her legs tense and shudder. She’s right on the edge. I push deeper, her lips stretched tight around my cock as her cries vibrate through me.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Come for us.”
She cries loudly and desperately, back arching clean off the mattress as her whole body goes taut. I swear she nearly chokes on me as she breaks apart. Colt devours her through her orgasm, stretching it out until he’s licked every last drop.
Fuck, I’m close. Too close.
I ease out of her mouth with a hiss, both hands curling tight in her hair as I pull back just enough to let her breathe. Her lips are swollen, spit slick across her chin. She blinks up at me, dazed. Ruined.
“Why’d you stop?” she whispers, voice hoarse.
I lean down and kiss her, rough and claiming, before I murmur against her lips, “Because I’m not done with you. Not even close.”
Then I glance down at Colt, whose mouth is glistening, eyes dark with want. “Get on the bed,” I tell him, voice still low, still firm.
He obeys, breathless, muscles tight with tension, half propped up by his bent forearms. I grab Callie by the hips and guide her to straddle his waist, back facing him, her knees on either side of his hips.
“Now, watch,” I say to them both, heat coiling deep in my gut. “Because this is mine.”
Colt’s breath stutters as I stroke his cock, slipping the head through her folds, sensitive and soaking, drawing out her gasp. She’s trembling from her orgasm, hand steadying herself on my shoulder, as I tease her entrance, circling it with his wet tip.
He lets out a needy whine, the sound gritted through clenched teeth.
“You ready for him?” I ask, voice low.
She nods, biting her lip, already sinking down inch by slow inch. The stretch draws a moan out of both of them. Her head falls back against his shoulder, his hands flying to her hips like he can’t help himself.
“Fuck,” Colt breathes. “She’s so—Jesus, Callie.”
I grab the lube, flip the cap, and pour some over my fingers. Colt’s too distracted by her to notice, until I skim them along his ass, running between his cheeks. His hips jerk, nearly lifting her off him.
“You like that?” I murmur.
He nods, dazed, jaw slack.
Callie’s still rolling her hips, riding him slow, and sweet little whimpers spill from her mouth as she leans forward, grinding down harder.
I circle a lubed finger around his rim, waiting until his breath catches again.
“Let me in,” I say. “I’ve got you.”
He doesn’t hesitate, just nods, one sharp jerk of his head. I start slowly, one finger pushing in, then two, working him open while Callie fucks down onto him, one hand still on my shoulder, like she can’t get enough.
“You’re doing so fucking good,” I whisper, leaning closer as I scissor him open. “I can feel how bad you want it.”
Callie’s trembling again, clawing at my chest for balance, lost in the sensation. She looks down, eyes wide as she sees my fingers moving in and out of him, the base of Colt’s cock slick and glistening.
“God,” she breathes. “Maverick…”
“I know,” I rasp. “Just wait.”
I add a third finger, and Colt moans as his hips twitch up, lifting her with him. She gasps. “Holy shit.”
I slow them both down with a firm hand on Callie’s hip. “Not yet.”
It’s not until Colt’s panting and open and begging beneath her that I pull my fingers free and slick myself up.
Because now—now, I’m going to fuck him while he’s buried inside her.
I position myself behind him, dragging his ass over the edge, pressing his knees up and wide, spreading him open. He’s panting, glazed over, and completely undone, and I haven’t even gotten inside him yet.
“Breathe for me,” I murmur, dragging the head of my cock over his hole. “You’re ready. I know you are.”
His fingers dig into Callie’s thighs. She’s still seated on him, still clenching around him, still trembling every time his hips twitch. Her eyes on me are blown wide, lips parted, awe struck across her face.
“Fuck him,” she pleads. “Maverick… give it to him.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice.
I press forward, slow and steady, every muscle in my body clenched with the effort it takes not to lose it too fast. He’s hot and tight and gripping me like he’s never letting go.
Colt groans raw and loud as I slide in, until I’m buried to the base. His head drops back, mouth open.
“Jesus,” he chokes out. “I—fuck.”
“Yeah,” I growl, adjusting my grip on his hips. “You feel that? That’s mine.”
I pull back and thrust in again, the angle pushing him deeper into her. She gasps, arching her spine, her nails cutting into my shoulders as the force of it rocks her too.
“Oh my God,” she breathes.
Colt bucks beneath her, helpless now, caught between us.
“That’s it.” One hand holds him firmly in place, the other tangled in her hair. “Let us ruin you.”
The rhythm builds fast. Colt fucking up into her, me driving into him, her body caught in the middle and shaking with each thrust. We’re a tangle of breath and skin and friction and heat, and there’s no space between us anymore.
No air. No past. No future.
Just this.
Them.
Us.
My mouth finds hers, and I swipe my thumb across Colt’s lips, pushing it deeper when he opens because I fucking need both. Their moans mix with mine, ragged and breathless and desperate.
“I’ve got you,” I promise again. “Both of you. Always.”
Colt’s hands claw at the sheets, teeth sinking into me. Callie’s eyes close, her cries ragged.
“You’re close,” I grit, my hand sliding around his waist, stroking him in time with my thrusts. “I can feel it.”
He whimpers, actually fucking whimpers, and Callie nearly shatters on top of him.
“Mav—” she gasps, eyes fluttering. “I’m gonna?—”
“Then come for us, baby,” I growl, pounding into Colt harder now. “Come all over his cock while I ruin him.”
She cries out, her whole body locking up as she splinters apart. Colt shouts, hips jerking as he spills into her, and I don’t stop, don’t let up, riding them both through it, every muscle in my body straining.
The sight of them, undone, shoves me right over the edge.
“Fuck—Colt—” I slam in deep one last time, burying myself in him as I come, heat flooding through me, eyes squeezed shut as the world whites out.
I collapse to the bed, taking Callie with me, sandwiching her between us.
We’re a pile of limbs, sweat, and shaking breath as I press my forehead to Callie’s, one hand still gripping Colt’s thigh.
For a long moment, no one says anything. We just breathe. In and out.
Colt groans weakly. “I don’t think I can feel my legs.”
Callie lets out a choked laugh and leans forward to press a kiss to his jaw. “Pretty sure Maverick broke you.”
“I’m okay with that,” Colt mutters, boneless.
I smile and press a kiss between her brows. “You’re mine,” I say quietly.
Callie cups my cheek. “Yours.”
I kiss her, all the heat stripped back to something deeper. Something that feels permanent.
“You two wreck me,” I whisper.
Own me.
Colt murmurs sleepily, “You’re one to talk.”
I close my eyes. Let the quiet settle in. Let myself believe it’s real.
Because it is.
Because we are.
And nothing else matters.