Page 126 of Relentless
“You want to see if Mav can make it happen, or do you need his lips elsewhere as well?”
Liquid lust pools between my legs at JD’s suggestion.
If Mav hears it, then he doesn’t react as he switches to my other breast and gives that the same attention as the first as I continue to grind down on his length.
With one hand resting on the side of Mav’s neck, loving the way his pulse thunders beneath my fingers, I reach back for JD, slipping my hand under his shirt and pressing my palm to his abs.
“That all you got, little dove?”
I blink back at him before my eyes drop to the more than obvious bulge in his pants.
My fingers itch to reach for him, but then Mav’s teeth graze against me and I cry out, forgetting everything but the growing desperation inside me.
I panic when JD’s fingers leave my hair, but it doesn’t last long because his knuckles soon brush the sides of my breasts as he relieves me of Reid’s tank I’ve been teasing Mav with all afternoon. I don’t want to be smug or anything, but it worked like a charm and has helped me continue working on those walls of his that JD began knocking down this morning.
“Oh fuck, more,” I beg when JD steps right up behind me, his hardness against my shoulder and his hand around my throat.
Mav’s eyes dart up, taking in our position as JD’s grip tightens, teasing me with his fingers and the promise of oblivion.
“She likes being choked out,” JD muses, filling Mav in on my preferences. “Makes her come so hard.”
The memory of the first time I was with him and I came so hard, I ended up as a snotty, crying mess slams into me and my eyes snap shut.
“More,” I beg, needing to forget about that weird moment between us.
“Fuck, yeah. You can have whatever you want, little dove. Isn’t that right, bro?”
JD tucks his hands under my arms and lifts me out of Mav’s lap, forcing him to release me with a pop.
Mav makes this weird noise in the back of his throat and he looks up at me with disappointment etched in his features. He looks like a child who’s just had his favorite toy taken away. Although, he makes no move to fix it despite the fact that I’m right here.
“Take her panties off,” JD demands, taking charge when he sees Mav’s hesitation.
Sliding to the edge of the couch, my eyes drop to the tent in Mav’s sweats as he reaches for me.
My mouth waters to get up close and personal with him again. But something tells me that isn’t on the cards right now. JD seems to be focusing on me, and I am not going to complain.
“Prettiest cunt in Harrow Creek right there,” JD muses as Mav drags the soaked lace down my legs. “We’re lucky fucking bastards. Lift your feet, baby. Let him have those panties as his prize.”
I lift my foot, allowing Mav to snatch them up. Curling his fingers around the scrap of lace, he looks up at me. His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them.
“Go on,” JD encourages, sensing what Mav’s so desperate to do.
He hesitates, his hand visibly trembling as he holds himself back.
“Do it. You won’t regret it,” JD adds.
Mav’s nostrils flare.
Slowly, he moves. His hand lifts toward his face and he holds my panties in front of his nose. The second he inhales, my cheeks burn red hot, the flush quickly spreading down my neck and onto my chest.
His eyelids lower as he breathes me in until they’re practically closed.
“You want the real thing?” JD asks, his voice so deep that it startles me.
It must surprise Mav too because his eyes fly open, searching for JD, but he’s already moving.
I shriek when my feet leave the floor and I’m falling onto my back, only when I land it’s not on the hard and cold coffee table like I’m expecting but a warm wall of muscle.