“Not once, three times!” she smarts back, rocking back on her foot, but she’s so on board with what I’m suggesting.
“Right?” I smile back at her like a fucking shark. “Undress Tristan, or I’ll rip your fucking clothes off your body because… three times was clearly my limit.”
And she responds even before I finish talking, her clothes get all but torn off and thrown in my face for good measure. I glare at her. “You pushing me today for a reason, killer?”
“Nah.” She laughs, her usual self-returning more and more. She shrugs like she ain’t got a care in the world, fucking little devilish smirk on her face too, “Considering your whole stance on not sharing me with anyone, I just want to draw this time out, make it last.”
The more she forgets what’s waiting for us outside this room, the brattier she becomes. Which is fine by me. I twirl my finger around, expecting a show because her fine ass body looks incredible with my name sign boarded all over it. I get her middle finger in the process because she knows what it’s doing to me. But the little firecracker also knows I’m making sure she’s okay, healing good.
Maverick hasn’t seen her bruises yet and when he does there’s an unmistakable threat that lingers in the air. Instead of talking or questioning her, he moves like a lion on the hunt and he catches her mid spin, pulling her legs from under her. She goes down squealing and laughing before he lays himself down on her and all but ruins her mouth with the same desperation he’s always had for her.
I wasn’t lying about Maverick fucking pretty. Maybe because he’s a fighter and he understands his body more, or it just might be because he knows how to give and take but the things he does makes for viewing pleasure. He’s inventive in the way he touches her, but he’s also got a body made for fucking, and he uses every part of himself in the process.
He kisses her like a man dying, rolling her over and spreading her ass cheeks wide for me. I climb on the bed and am tonguing it before she can take another breath in. Their kisses stop for a second, and then I hear him talking to her.
“You like King’s tongue? What about if he fingers you, getting you nice and ready, wet so he can fuck your ass while you ride me?”
Maverick doesn’t give her a chance before he digs his fingers in her hair and kisses her until her hips are rolling. I add another finger but she’s past the need for any more foreplay, and I’m impatient as fuck. Dipping my finger into her slick, I coat my cock before I lift her ass up. Maverick has his fist around his cock before she even realises she’s in the air, and then she moans softly as I guide her down on him.
I sit back and watch, the way she takes him in her body is a fucking stunning sight. And when she twists around to me, her lips bee-stung, her blue eyes simmering with desire and need, I bend her backwards so I can taste her mouth. The flash of my name over her swaying tits has me nearly fucking feral.
“King, please…” She whimpers against my mouth.
I’ve never been able to deny her much, and I know that’s going to be the way it is for the rest of my days but fuck I love her for the way she matches my need with hers.
I bite down on her lip before sucking it in my mouth as I nudge the tip of my cock in her ass. She feels divine the way she relaxes around the intrusion, but that’s her, so fucking trusting of this connection we have.
Pushing in slowly, I give her the chance to accommodate the both of us inside her, but she was fucking born to do this. Maverick sits up, holding her hip for balance, and she sinks further down on the both of us, whimpering and hissing the whole time. My thumb brushes over her new tattoo on her ass cheek and it’s a signal for him and me to move as one. We find apace that keeps her right on the edge, her eyes are squeezed shut, her breathing is heavy and loud, and god her scent adds to the moment because it’s as obvious as all her other signals.
“Jesus, Tristan, you’re fucking tight,” I whisper hoarsely in her ear, and she shivers before I have her whining. “You gonna take what we give you now?”
Her eyes pop open before she reaches back down to Maverick and locks her mouth onto his, riding him harder, feeling his orgasm and chasing it. She leaves him groaning and bucking harder before she latches her devil mouth to mine. A fire races up my spine, completely in sync with the waves of pleasure she’s got going on as she rides her peak.
“God, yes,” she thrashes.
Falling forward I pin them both down, holding onto her hips and railing into her with a near desperation. I can feel her pussy fluttering around him, her body bearing down on me, I flood her body with my claim, roaring against the side of her throat.
There’s a couple of moments where I sink down, drowning in the endorphins but also the connection we share. Maverick interrupts the serenity.
“So, that worked better than I thought. Even better, I’m still alive.”
She starts laughing, and it’s a good sound. Like always she has us chuckling along with her.
“Don’t get too fucking excited,” I grumble before I trail a line of bites across her shoulders. With a final slap on her ass, I sit up. “And you, you’ve got ten minutes to be ready.”
Instead of freaking out, she leans down to kiss Maverick softly before standing up on the mattress and wrapping her hands around my face. “I love you.”
She hops off the bed and walks into my bathroom, and it’s like she’s always been here in my room. Both Maverick and I getdressed, watching her do her hair and her makeup in nothing but her panties.
“How does she have so much power over us?” Maverick marvels, and I turn expecting to see him smiling or smirking but his eyes are locked on her still, and he’s completely sincere.
I don’t get to answer him because she’s suddenly standing in front of us dressed like my wet dream, in a tight pair of black jeans, one of my old t-shirts hanging off her shoulder. And she ain’t hiding my bite on her throat or my name on her skin. It’s not only how she’s dressed, it’s the way she smells too, like she just got fucked, but when I look deep in her eyes, there’s no mistaking I’m looking at the other half of my heart. She holds her hand out for me to take. “Let’s go, Alpha.”
Maverick follows behind us and we pick up Tyson and Steel on our way through my house. Opening the rear patio to the back, all the boys surge to their feet.
“Jasper, Twinkles, JB, Grinder, Hawk and Ibis”—I point to them as I introduce them before I pin them with a hard stare—“this is Tristan.”
“Well, fucking finally,” Joker starts clapping before the others start cheering.
