Page 21 of Maverick (Playing For Keeps #2)

MAVERICK

Once we got home, I barely let Quinton lead me to the door before I jumped on him again.

We stumbled through the front door attached at the mouths.

I paused long enough to kick off my shoes, seeing a Reese-shaped blur rushing past the kitchen doorway.

He paused long enough to scold, “Took you long enough,” and he was off again.

“What’s his problem?” I laughed, immediately swallowing Quinton’s retort. He curled those big hands of his around my hips, backing me down the hallway.

“You’ll see,” he said between kisses. “But he’s not supposed to be on his feet. He disobeyed me. You want to punish him for that?”

“Me? Punish him?” I echoed.

“That’s right, my princess. But first, why don’t you head upstairs and get changed?” Quinton dropped his voice down. “There’s a skirt at the bottom of my underwear drawer.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Yes, Daddy.”

I hastened upstairs, stripping out of my clothes as fast as I could. After digging the skirt out of Quinton’s dresser, I bounced my way into it—the only way I could get into the skin-tight leather—and made sure the laces up the sides were tied as tight as they could comfortably go.

Downstairs, I found Reese and Quinton in the kitchen.

They were having a hushed argument but as I entered the room, all conversation, every movement ceased—except for Reese jiggling his leg.

Cold and self-conscious, I wrapped my hands around my midriff.

Reese hadn’t seen me in the skirt before.

I had no idea how he would react, but I did know what he looked like horny, and that look in his eyes was pure lust.

“Holy shit, you look good,” Reese whimpered, squirming. He wore nothing but the grey boxer briefs he’d slept in.

Quinton took slow, calculated steps toward me. “Baby girl…” he started, earning another whine from Reese. “You look breathtaking. Do you know what I’ve learned about you over the last few weeks?”

“What’s that?”

Reese stood at the breakfast bar, hard as a rail and dancing in place as he watched the interaction.

“You, my pretty little thing—” Quinton stood behind me now, ghosting kisses across my shoulders. “—would be unstoppable if you just had a confidence boost. So today, we’re going to worship you, aren’t we, Reese?”

“Mmhmm…”

My eyes narrowed. There was something in the way he moved, something that was more than just being turned on.

“Is that where you’re supposed to be?” Quinton asked him, distracting me.

Reese closed his eyes, braced himself, then took a few slow steps across the room—then shocked the hell out of me by dropping to his knees.

But he still couldn’t sit still.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, reaching out to cup my hand around his cheek, stroking the silky-soft skin with my thumb .

“I have to pee,” he blurted, so suddenly that I flinched.

“Wh—”

“Is that how you ask for something you need, boy?” Quinton scolded from over my shoulder.

“Wait,” I interrupted. “That’s my surprise?”

“It is, princess.” Quinton pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I did all the setup, but you get to have all the fun from here on out. This boy is yours to command as you please.” Then to Reese, “Do you have any limits?”

“No extreme pain,” Reese replied in a shaky voice. “And my nipples are sensitive. You’ll have to be gentle.”

Blood surged south so quickly that I swayed, lightheaded.

Reese had been vocal about his interest after he watched me get fucked with a full bladder, but I thought it would be a long time before I even got close to trying it with him.

If he was going to trust us to this degree, then I was going to ride that wave as far as he’d let me.

“Can you hold it for me, babe?” I pleaded. “Just a little longer?”

Color flooded his cheeks, and he squeezed his thighs together. “I’ll try.”

Quinton stepped away from my back but before I could protest the loss, he pulled a chair over from the kitchen table. “Have a seat, princess. So we can worship you like the royalty that you are. Where do you want us?”

I didn’t so much sit in the chair as I did fall onto it. My knees were no longer functioning. “I need you to stay there,” I said to Quinton. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Yes, you do, little love. It’ll come naturally. He knows his safewords, don’t you, Reese?”

Reese nodded shakily. “Yellow to s-slow down, r-red to stop.”

“Good boy,” I said, surprised that the words rolled off my tongue so easily. Reese watched me with bright eyes, biting on his lower lip, no doubt to distract himself from how badly he had to pee. “And where are you now?”

“Green,” he answered without hesitation.

“Come here.”

Reese shuffled forward, settling between my spread thighs with his hands behind his back. The position gave him the perfect angle to see right up my skirt, and that’s where his attention was fixed. “Can I?” he asked without taking his eyes off my crotch.

“Please do.”

He leaned in, and I widened my stance to give him more room to work. Reese licked a hot path up the inside of my left thigh at the same time Quinton latched onto my shoulder. My mouth fell open on a cry. I reached back for Quinton, unsure of which mouth to arch into first.

Opting for both, I arched my neck and rocked my hips closer to Reese.

Slender hands slid beneath the skirt, pushing it up until I lifted to allow him to hike it up around my waist—which was quickly becoming my favorite way to wear it.

I moaned, Reese’s nose buried in my groin.

He cried and whimpered, wiggling the whole way.

I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he mouthed over the outline of my cock. Hot breath washed over sensitive skin.

“That’s it,” I praised, spearing my fingers through his hair. “That’s exactly where I want you. God, you look so good on your knees for me.”

“Good job, princess,” Quinton whispered in my ear, earning a whimper from both me and Reese in return.

With a single finger, Reese tugged my panties down. My cock sprang free, bobbing in front of his face. He licked his lips, diving in to lap at the head.

“Shit,” I cursed, clenching my fist in his hair. Right before my eyes fluttered shut, Reese pressed a hand to his dick—and I was almost positive it wasn’t because he was hard.

A moment later, he popped off my cock with a loud whine. “Can I go to the bathroom?” he begged, squirming. “ Please?”

“Not right now,” I panted. “If you can hold it for me, I promise I’ll make it worth it.” I pried my eyes open and with the hand in his hair, urged him toward my cock again. “Come on, babe. You can do it.”

“I have to go so bad…” Reese whimpered, but he sucked me into his mouth once more. I rolled my hips, arching into that wet heat. My head fell backward to find Quinton’s shoulder.

“You’re doing great, baby girl,” he whispered, lips against my cheek. “Look at him.”

Peering down my nose, I watched Reese suck me down inch by inch. Looking was a dangerous game, because it had me on the edge faster than I could stop it. I gritted my teeth, willing myself to hold out until I could rail into the boy until he begged me to stop.

“More, Reese,” I demanded, urging his head downward. “I know you can take more than that.”

He hummed around my shaft, sucking until I bumped the back of his throat. Tears poured down his cheeks, splashing to my thighs. “That’s it, babe,” I huffed, thumb brushing those tears away as fast as they came. “Just like that.”

Quinton’s tongue lapped at my collarbone, trailing a hot path to my ear and back down.

Reese sucked, pressing into that sensitive bundle of nerves below my cockhead.

He whimpered, jolting in place. The sound sent vibrations up my shaft, triggering the orgasm that tingled at the base of my spine.

I squeezed my eyes shut, sighing in preparation for the release…

Then it stopped. I snarled in frustration, my eyes snapping open to glare at Reese.

He swore, hands snapping up to cover his reddened face.

Somewhere in the room… water was dripping?

Concerned, I covered myself up and sat forward—to see a rapidly-spreading dark spot across the front of Reese’s underwear.

Oh, shit .

It wasn’t water.

Reese squirmed and writhed, desperately trying to get his bladder under control .

It didn’t work.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, trembling voice muffled by his hands. “I’m so sorry.”

Out of instinct, I shushed him softly, combing my hands through his hair and holding him close.

I didn’t even care about the mess he was making.

The trickling quickly faded away, and the only sound in the room was the pounding of my own heartbeat.

Even Quinton had gone quiet. “Look at me, babe,” I said, directing Reese’s attention to me.

Hesitantly, he peeked over the tips of his fingers, blue eyes shining with unshed tears. The flush continued over his neck and down his chest, which heaved with every breath.

“Are you okay?”

Slowly, he nodded.

“Are you hurt?” Quinton asked.

“N-no. I… I just couldn’t hold it anymore. I—” A lone tear escaped and rolled down my poor boy’s cheek.

“Hey,” I hushed, lunging forward to brush it away. “It’s okay.”

“T-the floor…”

Quinton jumped in then, stamping a kiss to my cheek. “I’ll worry about that. Why don’t you take him upstairs and get him in a hot shower? It’s time to start aftercare, little love.”

“Come on, babe,” I whispered, prying one of Reese’s hands away from his face and helping him to his feet. “It’s okay.” I wiggled my skirt back into place and under Quinton’s instruction, I peeled Reese’s underwear off and left them where they were.

I led Reese upstairs with my arm around his waist, thumb gently stroking the soft skin on his hip. By the time we reached the master bedroom, he stopped and spun around in my arms. “I couldn’t finish. I was too hard.”

Holding him close, I dried his cheeks and brushed his hair away from his forehead. “I’ll give you some pri?—”