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.