Page 70 of Reckless Hearts

Colt’s forehead drops to mine, his chuckle fluttering over me. He runs his nose along mine. I bite into his full bottom lip, and he laughs harder.

“You never could be patient, Sunshine,” he says, removing his shirt in one smooth movement.

Hot skin connects to mine, and I moan, the sound coming from deep within.

The sensation of Maverick’s bare chest branding my back, pressing me harder into Colt, has pleasure rippling under my skin. I could stay between them just like this for eternity, living off their heat, but it’s not enough to dim the thrumming between my thighs.

The accumulation of every graze, look, and near touch over the last week explodes into desperation. I’m yanking at Colt’spant button, reaching back and blindly doing the same to Maverick’s. He takes over, shoving his pants and boxers down.

The weight of his cock sears into my ass as it slaps against me, followed by Colt’s wet tip coating my stomach.

I hiss, sucking in air, fingers digging into their hair, pulling at the roots. I’m lost to the haze; all I want is for them to feel the same torment I do.

“More. I need more,” I plead, unable to stop myself from rubbing into them, soaking in the way their lengths grind against me.

“You hear that, Colt?” Maverick reaches around, cupping my breasts in his palms. “She sounds so sweet when she begs for us.” He squeezes hard and commands, “Do it again. Beg for it, and I promise we’ll make you feel good.” He bites my earlobe before sucking it. “So fucking good, Callie. All you have to do is beg.”

I’ve never begged for anything in my entire life, never wanted to, but his command tightens low in my stomach, my clit pulsing in response. I want to for them. I want them to know just how much I crave them.

“Please.” My voice is shattered, but it’s enough.

“That’s it, my girl,” Maverick praises, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. He doesn’t stop kissing me, sucking, biting.

His cock presses against my tailbone in short thrusts, like he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. It’s so primal it feels like he’s going to eat me whole.

Lips press to mine, a wet tongue running over the seam. I open my eyes to see Colt’s, the blue almost completely swallowed by black. It’s a heady feeling to have those lust-filled eyes focused solely on me, and I get lost in them.

He’s still holding my gaze when he shifts, his cock aligning with my clit. I gasp with the contact, but it cuts off in a raggedinhale as he rolls his hips forward in a slow, languid motion, dragging his length against me.

Each stroke presses into my aching clit, providing the friction I desperately need.

My hips move on their own, chasing the pleasure he’s stoking, each glide drawing me closer to the edge. I’m gasping for breath, tension building and building, my core pulsing. Whiny, greedy sounds pull from my throat, pleading for whatever they’ll give me.

Pain radiates where Maverick pinches my nipples, twisting them before pressing his thumbs hard. It sends a shock straight to my core, and I arch into him for more, closing my eyes as he alternates between painful touches and soothing ones.

I reach back, sinking my nails into Maverick’s shoulder while scratching lines into Colt’s chest, leaving my own marks on them.

Colt pulls back, the head of his cock circling my clit before delving between my legs. He growls through clenched teeth as he slips easily through my thighs.

Maverick’s feet kick mine inward until they’re crushed together. Colt’s strokes stutter, a curse under his breath as I’m compressed around him.

“Jesus Christ,” he hisses, gripping my hips and thrusting against me.

My pussy clenches every time the head of his cock nudges my entrance, desperate to pull him inside.

I keen in a desperate cry, the need so intense it scares me.

Maverick hums into my ear, sending shivers erupting over my skin. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Kneading my breast with one hand, he dips the other between where Colt’s and my bodies connect, instantly finding my clit.

“Right there,” I rasp, no longer caring what I sound like, rolling my hips into Colts’s cock, where it leaves a slick path of precum.

Colt loses control, fucking against me, his strokes frantic as he chases his release. He grips my jaw in his hands, gaze piercing into mine, guiding me higher.

Maverick’s expert fingers swirl and twist.

I’m so close it hurts. Every muscle in my body contracts, begging to be released. I’m a trembling mess, legs giving out, counting on them to catch me.

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