Page 133 of Reckless Hearts

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.

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