Just as Maverick’s cock is about to leave entirely, he suddenly jolts forward, slamming back into me.
I’m not sure if the scream is physical or in my mind this time, but I have to fight my body’scompletelyirrational and unserious position in this discussion, words quickly tumbling from my lips.
“What are you doing?” I hiss at Maverick through an unconsented moan.
“Finishing what I started.”
Another thrust. Then again. It takes three of them before my brain catches up to reality.
“They… can… hear,” I argue weakly between breaths. “Shit.”
Stubble brushes against my shoulder blade as Maverick kisses my burning skin. “Good. Let them hear what I do to you.”
I try one more time to protest, but the words die off as another extraordinarily deep thrust causes a loud crack. I lift my head, cheeks flushing at the clear broken hole in the wall.
It’s suddenly ripped out of my line of vision as the man behind me grabs my hips, rotating us in one quick movement. My thighs tighten on their own accord on either side of his waist before he tugs me down, impaling me fully.
Staring down at him, I do my best to look annoyed, resting my palms on his sweat covered chest.
“What are you doing?” I ask out loud through gritted teeth.
Maverick smirks up at me, squeezing my hips. “I don’t know what you mean.”
I might actually smother him with a pillow. My eyes dart to the fluffy object above his head, seriously contemplating it when Lex’s voice floats through again.
“Come on, Red. Don’t leave us hanging.”
Surprisingly, it’s not his words that stop my murderous thoughts. It’s the distinguishable edge of familiar breathy demand I’ve heard many times before.
My lips part in disbelief at the realization, wide eyes quickly looking at Maverick to gauge his reaction—because let’s be real… nothing gets past this man.
Especially since he’s now heard that side of Lex too.
I’m not sure what reaction I was expecting or hoping for, but I’m left disappointed because as usual, his face is a perfect canvas of ignorance.
“Hurry up and fucking ride me, Nyx,” Maverick orders, tapping my hips twice.
When I don’t immediately move, Maverick lets out an annoyed growl, eyes darkening.
“Circle her clit with your finger,” Cade suggests, reminding me that he’s also in the audience. Apparently, a distant participant too. “She loves it.”
“I fuckingknowthat,” Maverick snaps back, but I jolt when his hand shoots across my hip until his thumb is brushing my clit.
The mumbled moan falls from my lips as my fingers curl into his chest, voices fading as pleasure builds through my body.
He circles it lazily at first, eyes glued to my face. I’m tensed up, probably hurting him from my nails digging into his skin, but it just appears to spur him on further.
In my mind, I can hear Lex mutter words and the accompanying sounds of his own pleasure only start to intensify my body’s reaction. I can’t move even if I wanted to, everything in me freezing as I chase the pleasure Maverick is providing.
Waves and waves gather in my lower abdomen, the pressure continuing as my eyes flicker closed. Maverick picks up speed, keeping a perfect rhythm as my body clenches down around him in agonizing desperation.
It’s when I hear Cade’s breathy“fuck…”that I completely lose control, my whole frame spasming and tensing as I climax hard on Maverick’s cock.
I’m still mid-orgasm when he removes his hand from my clit, suddenly gripping my hips and thrusting upwards into me. He’s so deep that the force sends me upwards a few inches, and the scream that leaves my throat is definitely not quiet by any standard.
Except… the screams keep coming. Like me.
Maverick takes charge, hips leaving the mattress as he fucks me upwards defying gravity.
