54. Colt
Chapter 54
Colt
The suite is too clean, too quiet, like it doesn’t know we just walked in on the high of a lifetime. Crisp linen, polished wood, glass everywhere. Floor-to-ceiling windows give us the entire skyline, lit up like a goddamn celebration.
It’s not the city I’m looking at.
It’s her.
Callie’s standing at the window, still in the clothes she wore to the arena. Hair wild. Backlit by the lights, like something untouchable. Beautiful in a way that guts me.
Maverick steps behind her, hands skimming low over her waist, undoing the button of her jeans with practiced ease. I move to her front, sliding my fingers into her belt loops. Together, we lower the denim inch by inch, slowly and reverently, until they hit the floor. She steps out, and Maverick tosses them aside.
I kiss her before she can catch her breath, fist her hair, tilt her head back, and devour her mouth. Then I move to her neck, dragging my lips over the curve of her throat, biting hard enough to leave proof that she’s mine. She shudders in response, and I swear I feel it echo in my bones.
I grab the hem of her shirt, lift it over her head, and drop it without looking where it lands.
Her bra stays on for exactly three seconds before I’m tugging the cups down, exposing her to the city. My mouth closes over one breast, sucking hard, then swirling my tongue over her nipple until it’s tight and pebbled. I switch sides, dragging my teeth over the other, and her moan rips through the quiet like a shot.
Maverick’s behind her, brushing her hair aside, saying something low and dark that makes her eyes flutter shut as he rolls her nipples between his fingers, making her gasp, hips pressing forward, and back.
I kiss my way down her body, trailing my lips over every stretch of skin I can reach. My knees hit the carpet, and I graze my knuckles up the backs of her thighs, slow and hungry.
I circle my tongue around her navel, then bite gently at her hip bone, reveling in her sharp gasp. I’m right where I’ve wanted to be all goddamn day.
Maverick’s hands slip beneath the waistband of her panties and tug them down, revealing every inch of her—bare, blushing, and breathtaking.
My mouth hovers, hot breath against her core, raising goose bumps across her skin. I take my time, wanting her desperate for my touch, grazing my nose along the seam of her thigh, inhaling her scent as I brush her clit with my lips. She moans, hand digging into my hair. The sting of her grip sends sparks straight to my weeping cock. Everything about our girl is perfect.
Callie’s thighs tremble under my hands as I lick a slow stripe through her, tongue pressed flat and filthy, her sweet taste filling my mouth and clouding my brain. I groan against her, grip tightening on her ass as I bury my face deeper.
“Shit,” she gasps, hips jolting forward.
Maverick’s hands slide up from her wrists to her biceps as he gently—but firmly—presses Callie forward until her bare chest meets the cool glass. Her palms splay flat on the window above her head, breath fogging the pane in quick bursts.
“You like being on display like this, Wildflower?” he murmurs, voice dark silk behind her. “City out there doesn’t even know what they’re missing.”
She moans in response, and I feel it ripple through her thighs.
“Look at her,” Maverick says, like he’s talking to himself. “Dripping for us.”
I lap at her, slow and indulgent, letting my tongue circle her clit before flicking it just the way she likes—tight, fast, controlled. Her legs nearly give out, but I hold her steady.
“Colt—” she pants.
Maverick slides one hand down her front, dragging over her stomach, holding her still as I suck harder. Her hips jerk, thighs clenching.
I pull back, and she whines in frustration, but Maverick holds her firmly in place as he presses his cock between her thighs—slow at first, dragging it through the slick mess I’m making of her, then harder, deeper, until the tip bumps my mouth with every thrust.
My dick aches, and I grip it through my pants, opening my mouth, alternating between sucking her clit and taking his thick, hard, leaking tip into my mouth as he rocks forward again. Swirling my tongue around the slit, I taste the mix of his salt and her sweetness.
It’s fucking delicious.
“Fuck—Colt,” he grits out, his voice raw as he thrusts again, sliding between her legs until the head nudges into my mouth and I open for him. He pulls back through my lips—wet and throbbing—with a slick pop. I work Callie’s clit with deep, steady licks while I reach between her legs, grip the base of Maverick’s length, and angle him toward her entrance.
She moans—long and broken—the second he bumps her, her hips pushing back instinctively.
“Hold her,” I rasp, voice rough from the taste of both of them coating my mouth. Maverick’s hands flex around her waist, locking her in place. She’s shaking between us, wild and needy, as I guide him forward.
The head of his cock breaches her slowly, so fucking slowly, and her whole body tenses, a sharp gasp escaping her throat.
“So fucking good,” I whisper against her clit, and she shivers.
Maverick groans low and vicious as he pushes deeper, his thighs slamming against the backs of hers.
I dive back in mouth greedy on her clit while Maverick fucks her in long, deliberate strokes. The wet sound of it, the scent of sex—I can’t get enough. I want to stay here forever, buried in the taste of her and the weight of him.
Her legs nearly give out, but I hold her steady.
“Please—” she pants.
I hum, “Come on my mouth, baby. Let me taste it.”
Maverick’s hold on her tightens as he fucks into her. She cries out, shattering against my tongue, and I don’t stop until her moans fade into whimpers.
Maverick strokes her back, grounding her. “That’s it, Wildflower.”
She twitches when I kiss the inside of her thigh again, a little too sensitive now. I press a final kiss just above her clit and drag my mouth away, chin slick.
We’re not done.
Not even close.
Maverick lifts her back so it’s pressed into him, still buried deep inside her, his hands spanning her hips like he never wants to let go.
I stand slowly, wiping my chin with the back of my hand, savoring the taste still lingering on my tongue. My knees ache, but I don’t care. She’s radiant, trembling and breathless, and I want all of her.
Maverick meets my eyes over her shoulder, something sharp and primal flickering between us. I undo my pants and shove them to the floor, kicking them aside, ripping my shirt off with one hand.
His voice is rough when he says, “Bend for him.”
She lets out a soft, shaky breath and obeys, one hand pressed against the window for balance, the other trailing down to brace against my thigh. Her lashes lift, eyes shining.
I grip the base of my cock and stroke it once—twice—before tapping it against her bottom lip.
“Open,” I murmur, watching her pupils dilate.
She does, hot and eager, taking me into her mouth with slow, deliberate pressure. My hand finds the back of her head, not forcing, just guiding, fingers tangling in her hair.
Maverick groans behind her, hips rocking as he thrusts in again, deeper this time. The movement nudges her mouth forward on my cock and a moan vibrates around me.
A guttural sound rips from my throat. She’s caught between us every breath and movement shared, matched, multiplied. Her mouth goes deeper, her tongue swirling around me, cheeks hollowing as she sucks.
I thrust, slow at first, then deeper as her eyes flick up to meet mine, tear-lined and full of that same desperate hunger. She pulls me closer, wanting more, always more.
She’s taking us both. And loving every fucking second of it.