Page 81 of Reckless Hearts
I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to think about anything. So I use the excuse of the dare to lean in closer to him. His breath is hot, branding as his nose grazes mine, and the dark pools of his eyes seem to peer into me. Like he can read every hidden thought. My fingers grip the armchair so hard I think it may crack. Tension radiates through me as he moves closer with each breath, giving me the chance to pull away. I don’t move. I can’t deny that I want this.
Maverick closes the distance between our mouths. He catches my groan, opening for me, sliding his tongue over my top teeth, sending fire sparking down my stomach, going straight to my cock. I meet him stroke for stroke, tasting the whiskey on his lips, wondering if I taste the same. My ass grinds against the seat, needing to move when his hands dig into myhair, holding me firmly in place as he deepens the kiss into something wild, untamable.
His low, deep growl nearly has me coming undone. Soft, delicate fingers stroke down my neck as Callie lowers herself into my lap. I break the kiss, loving the whine coming out of Maverick at the loss.
I capture her mouth with mine, needing to taste her. I don’t notice Maverick moving until he cages us, hands firmly on the armrests.
Callie goes to turn to him, but I cup her jaw, not ready to end our kiss, and tilt her head to expose her neck. Maverick licks up the thin column, and a shiver rolls through her when he presses a kiss to the sensitive spot under her ear.
“Don’t forget you started this,” he murmurs. It feels like a threat.
I love the way she’s responding to him, her sensitive body rolling against my hard cock. He grips her hips and pushes her harder into me, rocking her until it feels like I’m going to explode. If he keeps this up, I’m going to come in my pants.
He pulls her onto her feet and then sits in the chair beside us, holding her so her back is against his chest.
“Get up,” he commands. A ripple of defiance courses through me, but I do as he says, wanting to know where he’s going to take this.
I walk in front of them, standing between her thighs. She gazes up at me through lowered lashes, watching eagerly, her head resting against Maverick’s shoulder. I go to close the distance between us, but Maverick cuts in.
“On your knees.” I’m not sure if he’s daring me to do it or daring me to find out what will happen if I don’t.
I don’t want to admit what that last thought does to me. They watch me, gaze steady as I lower myself to my knees. The dirt and rocks press into my skin as I wait for what happens next.
Being submissive goes against everything inside of me, but I don’t complain when he tells me to remove her shorts. I groan deep in the back of my throat when her pink lace panties are the only thing covering her, a dark spot in the middle where she’s soaked through the fabric. I’m panting, cock begging, but I don’t move on my own. Instead, I look to Maverick.
“Go ahead, touch her, but steer clear of her clit,” Maverick instructs, his voice smooth and commanding, eliciting an exasperated sigh from Callie.
“That’s totally unfair, Maverick,” she protests.
He smirks, radiating leisurely control, as if savoring the chance to tease us.
His eyes linger on Callie, a glimmer of something deeper flickering behind them an unspoken promise that if we follow his lead, it’ll be worth it.
I run my hands over her curves, slipping my fingers under the waistband of her underwear to start pulling them down.
Maverick rakes his fingers through my hair, holding me in place. “Did I say you could take those off?”
A surge of defiance races up my spine, causing my chest to tighten like it’s bound in a vise, but I ignore it as Maverick steps back and adjusts her position. The new angle provides an even better view.
My fingers dig into the firm, smooth skin of her ass, spreading her apart.
There’s satisfaction in going slow, in taking my time. My fingers trace the gentle contours of her hips, the smooth expanse of her thighs, and linger at the delicate lace trim of her underwear. She lets out soft, needy whimpers. I finally understand why Maverick is so into patience as a low growl rumbles from my chest, fueled by the warmth that surges through my veins, igniting every nerve with anticipation.
I push my face into her cunt, running my nose along her warm seam, breathing in her sweet scent. Maverick doesn’t stop me, and I take it as the go-ahead to continue. A tremble runs through her as my hot breath sinks into her tender core. Each gasp, each moan from her lips is a spark, a lit match held to a fuse. Her panties damp with wanting, I push them aside, my fingers tracing the edge of her heat before slipping inside, testing just how far I can push the boundaries of Maverick’s command.
“You will regret that,” he says, a threat and a promise wrapped into one, and my cock strains against my pants, throbbing, begging for friction.
This is so much more than I anticipated.
I can no longer ignore the insistent pull that’s been growing inside me, breaking open the vault where I’ve hidden all my emotions.
This feeling, having them, being this close, feels right, like it’s always been how things are meant to be. The void Callie left behind, a gaping chasm that only widened with the loss of Maverick, fills drop by drop.
Maverick’s breaths come in rapid, shallow bursts, and his eyes glint as they lock onto mine. A magnetic pull toward him, every logical reason to keep my distance crumbling under the weight of this charged moment. The air between us thickens, charged with an undeniable tension that draws me closer to him.
He releases his hold on my hair, his fingers trailing down to grasp Callie’s hips firmly, spreading her apart to grant me better access. I take this as an unspoken invitation, wasting no time as I lean in and let my tongue glide through her slick heat. She’s intoxicating, and I hum, savoring her.
My fingers tremble on her thighs as I stroke my tongue from her clit, along through her seam, stopping just before her back hole. Then I do it again.
