Page 83 of Reckless Hearts

“Harder,” she pleads, and I give her what she wants, skin slapping against skin as I slam into her. My eyes roll back as she clenches around me in response. Fuck, I’m not going to last.

Callie’s head slams into my collarbone, a cry on her lips when he stops without touching her clit. He’s a fucking sadist. He catches her moan with his mouth, shoving his tongue between her teeth. The indecent sounds they’re making have me pumping recklessly.

“Come on his cock,” Maverick murmurs without pulling back, encouraging her. “I know you can do it.”

She huffs. “You better be right.” She’s all sass now, the need for release cracking through her voice.

Maverick chuckles. It’s a deep, rough sound that tightens my balls. He’s still smirking when he takes her nipple in his mouth, sucking it hard, teeth sinking into the tender flesh. He pullsaway, licking the marks he’s left, only to do it again, effectively cutting off her complaints.

Listening to her every moan, every sound, I focus on what makes her feel good. Her breath hitches when the head of my cock presses against the front of her inner wall. I do it again, harder, and she whimpers in the back of her throat.

“You like that, don’t you?” I murmur, brushing my teeth lightly over the delicate shell of her ear, hitting that spot over and over again.

Her cries grow louder, filling the air around us, and Maverick clamps a hand over her mouth to muffle them. She’s completely lost, head thrown back, eyes closed as she grinds into me, giving me all her weight, trusting me completely.

My cock throbs, tingles climbing my spine as my orgasm threatens to take over.

“Come with me, Sunshine.”

Callie sinks her teeth into Maverick’s hand as her pussy pulses around me. A groan rips from my chest as I fill her with my cum, marking her as mine.

Voices come from around the corner, shattering the moment and slamming me back to reality.

How the hell could I forget we’re outside?

I pull out quickly as Maverick’s already pulling her shorts into place, covering her, and I yank my pants up just in time for unfamiliar faces to come into view. I don’t bother acknowledging them, already annoyed they’ve interrupted us.

Callie makes a surprised sound when Maverick lifts her into his arms, cradling her under her knees and supporting her back. She visibly whitens at the sight of the intruders, clearly still a little lost in her own world.

Her eyes widen as she scans the surroundings, and then she hides her flushed cheeks with her hands. “That wasn’t fair,” she says.

She looks absolutely adorable like this. “You started it,” I tease, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and gently moving her hands away from her face, amused by her embarrassment.

“I’d never let anyone see you,” Maverick assures her, drawing her focus back to him. I search my feelings but find no jealousy, just comfort in knowing he cares for her as much as I do.

As the intruders leave, she relaxes, and the three of us silently head back to our room.

“Wait,” Callie says, turning to look Maverick in the eyes. “What about you?”

I hadn’t even thought about the fact he didn’t get to finish. My eyes involuntarily drift down to the noticeable bulge in his jeans. Damn, if he feels anything like I did, it must be torturous.

The man has the self-control of a saint because all he does is kiss her forehead and say, “Next time.”

Next time.

His words echo in my head, bouncing off the walls as they light a flame in my chest because, without a doubt, there will be a next time.

Tonight was the most intense experience of my life. I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out.

I know Ishouldhave hated it. Should have fought Maverick’s dominance. In no world should I be turned on by him telling me what to do.

But I’ve never been so desperate in my life. Suddenly, none of the things Ishoulddo matter anymore. Every scrap of his praise drove me harder as we both worked toward Callie’s pleasure.

I fall behind them, watching as Maverick’s back flexes under his shirt. When did he become such a man? All thick thighs and broad shoulders wide enough to block Callie completely. My cock betrays me, already half-hard just looking at him.

But to hell with it.

If this is how it’s going to be, I might just start enjoying being told what to do.

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