Page 23 of Maverick (Playing For Keeps #2)

REESE

Despite his gentle touch, Maverick’s hand seemed to weigh a ton. God, how much pee could one body hold? I’d never had to go so bad in my life—unless you count the moment right before I pissed myself in the kitchen.

Shame heated my cheeks but when Maverick kicked his hips forward, it banished the feeling. It was torture in the best way possible. My confused cock loved it, milking precome onto my stomach so profusely that I started to wonder if my bladder was giving out entirely.

A whimper slipped free and Maverick gently shushed me, ghosting his lips across my knee and stroking my thigh with his free hand.

Knowing that Quinton’s fist was the one guiding Maverick into my ass was a whole other level of hot that I couldn’t even comprehend in that moment—not with every ounce of blood in my body surging south and my back teeth floating.

The thundering in my ears subsided, and I came back to reality to Maverick fully seated. He praised me softly, green eyes gazing down at me. “You’re okay,” he murmured. “You look so good right now.”

My bladder throbbed, desperate for relief—again—but Mav only offered another soothing noise, thumb stroking the oversensitive skin stretched across my stomach. “Shh…”

Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths to get myself under control. My safeword lingered on the tip of my tongue but as Maverick adjusted his position, his cock shifted, and I banished that thought as quickly as it came. I didn’t want to safeword out. I wanted to feel what he felt.

“Mav—”

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

The pressure in my abdomen was unlike anything I’d ever felt. I writhed beneath Maverick, but there was nowhere to go.

“I have to pee…” I whimpered, clenching onto the sheets at my side.

“I know,” Mav whispered. “You’re almost there, babe. You can do this.”

“Good girl,” Quinton praised.

Shit, that was hot.

At first, I thought Maverick would be a ruthless dom.

The way he looked at me sometimes made me think I’d hardly make it out of an encounter with him alive.

As thrilling as that was, I had to admit that this was my favorite Maverick—the teddy bear.

His soft words and even more tender touches threatened to unravel me faster than any restraints or hard impact ever could.

With gentle rocks of his hips, Maverick eased into a rhythm. Each thrust grazed my prostate and bumped against my swollen bladder in the most delicate way possible. My body was stretched to his limits. Fuck, I had to go, and the more I squirmed, the worse it got.

Maverick only gazed down at me with sparkling green eyes, knowing exactly how I felt.

Then it happened: He withdrew and the next time he slammed home, it was perfectly timed with another cramp.

Despite clenching my muscles and squeezing my dick so hard that it was borderline painful, my body gave out, and the relief was too euphoric to fight.

Maverick moaned, increasing his pace, and that was all the permission I needed.

Pleasure rippled across my veins, building in the base of my spine and seeming to consume the space my bladder hadn’t allowed it to before. I reached up, spearing my fingers through Maverick’s hair and hauling his mouth down to mine. I groaned into the kiss, the ache in my lower belly diminishing.

Before I could even ask, Mav removed his hand from my stomach, wrapping that arm around my waist, not seeming to care that I was pissing everywhere.

The new angle allowed himself to nail my prostate with every thrust. I’d hardly adjusted to the relief of an empty bladder when my cock erupted, spurting thick white ropes over my chest and stomach, slicking up Maverick’s thrusts even further.

My head was swimming, caught somewhere between sleep and an orgasm-infused haze.

“Don’t come yet, princess,” Quinton commanded.

Through bleary, watery eyes, I watched as he sidled up behind Maverick. Mav pulled out, and I couldn’t even muster the strength to whimper at the loss. I could only lay slack against the wet sheets as he rose onto his knees.

“Talk to him, Maverick. He still needs you.”

Panting, Maverick licked his lips. “You were so hot, Reese.”

I didn’t know I had a praise kink, but the words kickstarted my heart. Maverick still clenched onto my left thigh, thumb stroking the skin.

“Such a good girl…”

Maverick winced and rocked backward, and I assumed that Quinton had just pushed into him. Slowly, my strength returned to me. I lifted onto my elbows, watching the show take place between my legs. “Kiss me,” I pleaded, lightheaded as blood rushed south again.

Gently, and with a smile, Mav eased forward until he braced himself on the pillow next to my head. “You were so good for me, baby,” he praised. “God, I love you so much.”

I could only whine in response, his lips ghosting a kiss across mine before he licked and nibbled a path over my cheek and down my neck. He bounced with each thrust from Quinton and my cock slowly—too slowly for my liking—began to swell again.

My limbs felt like jelly, but I held Maverick close, feeling his erection throb against my stomach. He made quiet attempts at praising me through Quinton’s assaults on his prostate, earning sweet phrases of his own from his Daddy.

Maverick hushed in my ear about how good I’d been for him and how much he loved me, fucking against my abdomen to get himself off.

When his pace grew uneven, his words gave me the strength I needed to arch into him, providing the friction his cock needed to drive him over the edge.

Teeth sank into my shoulder, and hot sticky jets of come burst onto my chest.

Quinton praised him through the orgasm, rubbing at his lower belly.

I couldn’t help but think of the way Maverick pressed on mine, assaulting my prostate until I lost all control.

Testing the waters, I raised my hand and flattened it over Quinton’s.

Our eyes met, and we both came to a silent understanding.

We added gentle pressure until Maverick wriggled against us.

“Reese…” he warned through gritted teeth. “Be careful or I’ll?—”

“I know,” I panted. “I want it—I need it, Mav. Please.”

Green eyes peered down at me, and then he glanced back at his Daddy. “Go ahead, princess.” Quinton added more pressure, and our fingers laced together over Maverick’s stomach. “Let go for me.”

Maverick closed his eyes, aimed his dick toward me, and took a series of deep breaths…

Warm liquid splashed onto my chest and stomach.

My sigh of relief matched his, and my lips curled into a smile.

I hadn’t known that being marked by him in that way was something I needed but as he released his bladder over me, a jolt of pleasure shot across my spine and I came so hard that my vision whited out.

I groaned around each pulse, adding to the mess that pooled under my back.

My vision returned in spots, and I determined myself utterly spent. Every muscle in my body relaxed.

Well… except for one. My stomach twinged and I keened, barely registering Maverick’s weight on top of me. “What up, babe?” he whispered, peeling sweat-drenched hair away from my forehead.

“I have to go again,” I admitted sheepishly.

Both men laughed, then the weight was gone. Maverick took my hand and helped me to my feet, his other curling around my hip until I was steady.

“Take all the time you need,” Quinton said. “I’ll run a bath when you’re finished.’

“Hm… bath sounds nice.”

They were still snickering when I shut the bathroom door behind me.

Leave it to “Diesel” Webster to have a bathtub big enough for three—even with two linebackers in the mix.

Quinton leaned against the back of the tub with Maverick against his chest, and I laid between Maverick’s legs.

Each shift of our bodies sent hot water lapping up my sides, and I welcomed the relaxing feeling.

Quinton murmured, something, and Maverick leaned down to whisper in my ear. “You feeling okay, babe?”

Okay ? I was better than that. I felt the best I ever had in a long time, but how was I supposed to put that into words?

How was I supposed to tell Maverick that he’d dug deep inside of me, finding some ancient, settled need that I hadn’t even known existed?

How could I explain to him that he’d taken that years-old ache, pulled it right out of me, and massaged it away until it vanished into thin air ?

Especially when he’d effectively turned my internal organs into mush.

“M’ great,” I murmured nonsensically, head lolling back on his shoulder.

Maverick’s arms tightened around me. “I don’t think I’m very good at this ‘dom’ thing. He might be broken.”

“Think again, princess. That’s one blissed-out look on your boy’s face. He’s deep in his sub space and that’s the best thing you can ask for as a dom. He trusted you to get him there, and you did it.”

Maverick’s cheek brushed against mine, his lips dusting across my temple on the way back up. I settled into his arms while he had a quiet conversation with Quinton that didn’t require me to speak—I was fine with that. Making my mouth move after Mav had taken me apart was impossible.

“ You did that,” Quinton continued. “Not me.”

“But I wasn’t as good as you are.”

“Soft doms are just as important as Daddies, baby girl.”

Utterly sated, I hummed, drawing a line through the water droplets on Mav’s arm.

I loved that he enjoyed the gender swapping.

I didn’t think I could do it myself, but the blush it brought to his cheeks kicked up butterflies in my stomach.

Maverick tightened his grip around my shoulders.

“I never thought you would need a soft dom, you damn brat.”

‘Says the princess ,” I slurred, offering him a lazy grin in return.

“Hey!” Quinton interjected, playfully splashing me with the bath water. “My princess. Figure out your own terms.”

Suddenly, something Maverick had said earlier dawned on me. “Mav…” I whispered. “You said you loved me.”

His silence was all the answer I needed. I tipped my head back to look at him again, and the way he gazed down at me made my heart skip a beat. “I did,” he admitted.

So I hadn’t imagined it, but…

“Did you mean it? ”

His eyes softened, and his mouth eased into a tender smile. “With everything I’ve got. I love you—both of you. I don’t know when it happened, but it feels too good to argue.”

“I love you too,” I whispered. Then, sheepishly, I peered back at Quinton.

“It’s okay,” he told me. “You don’t have to say it to me until you’re ready. We’ve got plenty of time for that.”

Relieved, I settled in Maverick’s arms. We stayed in the bath until the water began to run cold. It was then that Quinton got out to change the bed, pinching my cheek when I blushed over having messed it up in the first place.

I still felt like I was floating in that hazy, in-between consciousness state as Maverick bathed me from head to toe, doing so with such tender movements that it brought tears to my eyes.

Once I was clean, my head was still so fuzzy that Maverick practically had to lift me out of the bath.

With the sheets changed, Quinton returned to the bathroom.

They each dried me off, then helped me climb into bed.

We took the same positions as we had before: Maverick in the middle, with me and Quinton to either side of him.

I’d never done the serious thing before, not since Maverick in college. No one else ever stood a chance.

Laying there, however, with Quinton’s hand in my hair and Maverick’s arm rubbing soothing circles over my waist, it finally felt right.

There was something to be said about the phrase, “right person, wrong time.” As it turned out, Maverick and I worked great together, but we couldn’t be perfect for each other until the missing piece finally came along.

They say that two’s company, and three’s a crowd, but us three?

That was exactly the crowd that I wanted.