Page 15 of Maverick (Playing For Keeps #2)

As if to prove his point, Quinton released my throat. His rough, calloused palm slid down my chest and along my stomach until his fingers wrapped around my cock. I throbbed in his palm, my dick warring with my body’s natural urges, and I moaned at the intense pressure.

“Look at him, princess.”

Reese gasped, and I whined, wriggling through another cramp. His eyes were blown wide, the ring of blue barely visible. He’d uncrossed his arms in favor of pressing a palm to his rigid cock, fucking into his hand as he watched us with rapt attention.

“Fuck…” I muttered, snapping a hand down to cover Quinton’s and squeezing.

The momentary loss in concentration lulled me into a false sense of security—and caused my bladder to relax.

Color flooded to my cheeks. That was close and resulted in me dancing on the spot and holding my dick like a toddler so I didn’t wet myself.

But the tingles of pleasure dancing across my skin only wanted him to do it again .

“Do you want to stop, Maverick?”

“No!” I snapped. My cock throbbed, and I released my hand to allow him to keep stroking. “Please, don’t stop.”

And then the thick head of Quinton’s cock notched against my hole. I sighed and dropped my head. Before I could protest the loss of Quinton’s hand, it was around my throat, wrenching my head up to face Reese. “Do you feel like you’re not good enough for him?”

Without hesitation, I nodded. Something flashed across Reese’s eyes then. Guilt? No, it couldn’t be.

“Show him how good you can be for me , princess.”

Reese spat out a curse, and Quinton pressed his thick cock into me.

I cried out. The burn consumed me, buckling my knees and threatening to unravel me completely.

I had no idea how I was still holding onto anything.

My cock throbbed, clear liquid leaking over Quinton’s fingers.

My body was so confused, torn between the relief of an orgasm or an empty bladder—and it was the most delicious torture I’d ever felt.

It was so damn good that I embraced the pain.

I released the divider, reaching back and locking my hands into Quinton’s hair.

Large palms curled around my hips, and he sighed, “Christ, you take me so well, baby girl.”

That was enough to keep me going. I no longer cared if I pissed myself, or if Reese watched.

Quinton split me open and as the burn gave way to overwhelming pleasure, I leaned into the feeling.

Bottoming out, he paused to allow me to adjust—but flattened one of those massive hands right over my lower belly and added pressure.

I squirmed with nowhere to go. My irritated bladder was being assaulted from all sides.

The burn, the cramps, the… feeling of full was too much.

Quinton withdrew until only the tip of his cock remained and when he slammed home, I lost it, piss spurting against the wall in front of me. I tried every tactic I knew to regain control, but it was in vain.

“I can’t hold it anymore… ” I whispered, surrendering to the pressure. God damn it felt good. I cried out so loud that Reese blushed.

A low growl emanated from Quinton’s chest. I moaned, watching Reese through heavy-lidded eyes.

Quinton rubbed my stomach, whispering soothing praises in my ear as my bladder emptied.

Hidden by the spray of the shower head, Reese was none the wiser.

Quinton adjusted his angle and through the mind-blowing relief, pleasure built, sparks zipping across my skin and bolting through my veins.

The knot in my belly tightened, my orgasm lingering just beneath the surface.

“Get undressed, Reese.”

“No,” I pleaded. “Don’t stop, Daddy.” Another curse from my ex. “Please don?—”

“Shh,” Quinton soothed, massaging my tired stomach. My eyes squeezed shut in an effort to stave off my orgasm. “Trust me, pretty baby.” Then to Reese, “Get over here. On your knees… that’s it. You know exactly what to do, don’t you? Such a good little slut.”

“Fuck!” Reese’s hot, wet tongue had just swiped across my cockhead. One of my hands dropped, fingers weaving through Reese’s hair. Under Quinton’s instruction, and my hand on him, he took me to the back of his throat like a pro. The hot constriction was too much. “I’m coming. ”

I was shooting onto Reese’s tongue before the words left my mouth.

I came hard. He choked, familiar constriction around my cock as he swallowed.

I shot again, crying out through the release and Quinton assaulting my prostate until I trembled.

Oversensitivity slammed into me quickly, and I pushed at Reese’s shoulders. He pulled off, but Quinton didn’t.

Peeling my eyes open, I looked down at Reese on his knees, water pelting his face and dribbling over his swollen lips.

His tongue darted out, like he was latching onto every bit of my taste he could get.

My gaze trailed down his flushed chest, down his stomach to where he furiously jacked himself.

I recognized the shudder that passed through him then—he was close.

Quinton roared, a hot rush of come flooding my ass and warming me from the inside out.

My knees buckled, Quinton’s arm around my waist being the only thing to hold me upright.

His teeth sank into my neck, marking me— claiming me.

By the time his cock was through pulsing his release inside me, he was whispering in my ear in that soothing voice. “Should we let him come?”

Reese whimpered, but my answer was instant. “No. He doesn’t deserve it.”

“You heard him, Reese. Hands off.”

Gritting his teeth, my ex released the vice grip on his dick.

Heartbeat thundering in my ears, I could only watch in amazement—Reese never listened to anyone .

Quinton pulled out, and I squirmed as come trickled down the backs of my thighs.

“Stand up,” he told Reese. “You can help wash our boy off. Then we need to talk. All of us.”