Page 148 of Reckless Hearts

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.”

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