My face flushes and I bite my lip. Force myself to keep my eyes closed.
“Go home,” Maverick says dismissively, lips grazing my neck as I lean further against his hard chest, feel his dick pressing against me.
“Maverick.” I didn’t mean to say his name, and I feel my face warm but I keep my eyes closed.
He bites me, hard. I yelp, and then his fingers leave my hair and clamp down over my mouth as he shoves his fingers into me, finally, moving roughly in and out. “Who are you wet for?” he taunts me. “Is it my brothers, Ella? You want them both to fuck you?” He pushes harder, faster, two fingers inside of me. “But you don’t want it in the ass, Ella, so, what?” He bites me again, pressing his hand harder over my mouth so I can’t answer him. “You want both of them in here?” He pushes another finger into me to emphasize his point. He laughs against my throat. “I don’t think they’ll fit, baby. But if you want them to try…”
I shake my head against him. “No.” The word comes out muffled from beneath his fingers. “No, I-I just…” I’m lost in pleasure, in his fingers moving deftly in and out of me, pushing me toward the edge. “I just…” I try again as his hand moves from my mouth to my throat.
“You just what, baby? Spit it out.”
I open my mouth and a moan comes out instead.
He laughs against me. “You’re so fucking cute when you’re moaning for me.”
“Lucifer.” That’s Ezra’s deep voice. The name he calls the other boy startles me for a minute, but then Maverick’s fingers are working my clit again and I let it go. “Go. Home.”
I feel the couch shift.
Someone’s gotten to their feet, but I still don’t open my eyes.
“Did you know Luce is married, Ella?” Maverick asks me, his voice low, his hot breath against my neck. “He’s married and he’s staring at your pretty little pussy right now.”
I feel my core tighten. I’m so close. So fucking close…
“Spread your legs wider, pretty girl.” He licks my throat as he keeps fingering me. “Let him see you.”
Without thinking, I do as he asks, and Maverick pulls his fingers out of me, shoves my underwear to the side so my swollen, bare pussy is exposed.
My eyes fly open and I try to slam my legs closed but he stops me with one word. “No.”
I might’ve still done it, but my gaze is locked on the boy with the dark blue eyes. He’s staring at me with a clenched jaw, his hands in his pockets. And then, without a word, he turns around and leaves the room, stomping down the hallway, slamming the door shut after him.
Ezra chuckles but I don’t dare look at him as Maverick’s fingers slip back into me.
“Lean back, pretty girl.” He bites my shoulder. “I want you to finish in front of my brother.”
I close my eyes, feeling slightly more relaxed now that there’s only two of them. I lean back against Maverick’s chest, my legs still spread wide.
“Can he touch you?” he asks me as he plays with my clit. “He won’t make you come, Ella, that’s just for me. But I might need his help.”
I doubt that, I want to say. But I’m back to the edge again and I just want the release. Wondering if I’m going to regret all of this when the sun comes up, I slowly nod my head.
And someone’s fingers come to my pussy, pulling me apart and spreading me wide.
Maverick keeps circling my clit, but I know they both can see me. Every intimate part of me.
“Damn,” Ezra says in a whisper, and my cheeks flush.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Maverick asks, and I know exactly what he’s talking about. “Just wait until she comes.”
My breath catches as I arch my back and Maverick says, “That’s it, pretty girl. Come for me. Let us see it.” He keeps stimulating my clit with his thumb, but he pushes two fingers inside of me and the fullness undoes me completely. With the sensation of Ezra’s fingers still holding me apart, my orgasm crests.
I gasp, every nerve ending in my body tingling as I fist my hands against the side of his legs. But Maverick isn’t done making demands. “Who are you coming for?” he asks me, thrusting harder. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I gasp, “you—”
“What’s my fucking name?”
“Maverick.” I say it over and over again. “Maverick, Maverick, Maverick.” And when I’m finally finished, and Ezra’s hands are off of me and Maverick’s palm covers me, I float back to the ground, reality sinking in.
And I don’t care if it makes me seem like the nineteen-year-old girl that I am, but I twist in Maverick’s lap and bury my head in his shoulder, hoping to God he doesn’t laugh at me and push me away.
God seems to listen.
Maverick’s arms wrap around my back and he pulls me close, kissing the top of my head. “You were such a good girl,” he murmurs. And then he shifts me in his arms, picks me up like I’m a child, and stands to his feet.
“I’m going to bed,” he tells Ezra, and without another word, he walks out and carries me upstairs, letting me drift off to sleep in his bed, his body curled around mine.
Chapter Thirteen
“No, you nut!” I slap her hand away from the raw cookie dough. “That shit can make you sick!”
It’s past midnight early Friday morning, and it’s going much better than last night. Tonight, there’s no broken glass. And I don’t have to share.
Ella ignores my warning, dives her fingers into the raw cookies on the baking tray anyway and pinches off a piece, popping it into her mouth before I can stop her. She backs away in her bare feet, covering her chewing and her smirk with one hand.
I put the cookies in the oven, set the timer, let her think I’m just gonna ignore it. And then I spin around, crash her against the kitchen table. She catches herself on her palms, still chewing, shaking her head and trying not to choke.
“I-I’m—”
My fingers go to her sides, tickling her gently as she tries to squirm away. “What’s that, baby? I can’t quite hear you.”
She jerks in my grip, swallowing down the final mouthful of cookie dough and shoving her palms against my bare chest.
“I almost choked, you asshole!” She slaps me playfully, and I pick her up, throw her over my shoulder and spin her around.
She’s laughing, her hands on my low back to keep her from falling off and crashing to the floor as I spin her faster and faster.
And then her fingers still against me.
She stops laughing.
I stop moving.
She’s still hanging upside down, and I know she’s staring right at my back. It’s not like she wouldn’t have seen it earlier, or after I fucked her in my bed this morning and left my shirt off. But now it’s up close and personal.
Shit.
I set her down on her feet, take a step back from her, my hands dropping to my sides.
She’s staring up at me, a slight crease between her brow. Her hands are on the table at her back, her foot sliding up her calf.
Silence stretches between us.
And then she says, “Mavy—”