“Am I?” His voice held the same faux innocence as mine, which honestly wasn’t a good sign for me. Alarm bells blared in my brain toBACK OFF! CODE RED! CODE RED!But red was my second favorite color after pink, so . . .
“Yup.” I popped the “p.” “So come here.” I patted my lap suggestively, since there wasn’t any room on the love seat, especially not for someone Maverick’s size.
His pupils dilated. I swallowed on reflex, the prey in me alerting me to the predator in him. Even Skye began to discreetly unwrap himself from me, giving us space. Maverick stood. I watched him, my blood thrumming with anticipation. What was he going to?—
I was hauled into the fucking air and into his arms. Maverick took the seat I was just in, and then suddenly I was over his knees, my ass in the air and my face in Skye’s lap.
“Well, fuck.”
Maverick laughed, and it wasn’t a good sound. His hands stroked possessively over my cheeks. At least my joggers were still on.
“I don’t think we have time for that, but I do think I can carve out some to have a little fun. Especially since you asked so nicely.”
Asked? I didn’t ask anything! All I wanted to do was cuddle and?—
Skye’s fingers curled into my hair, holding me in place, which happened to be at bulge height, which was pretty fucking perfect, actually. I got distracted for a second, the musky scent of Skye the only thing on my brain. I mouthed at his pants, desperate for something. My own dick was locked up, but maybe I could at least get a taste of Skye’s.
Callused fingers dug into the waistband of my sweats, and before I had a chance to even think about a protest, they were pulled down, exposing my bare ass, because I hadn’t bothered with underwear.
Maverick palmed my ass cheeks, giving them a rough squeeze. “Always ready, aren’t you, brat? You know better than to keep your Sirs waiting with a pesky little thing like underwear.” Then his palm crashed down on my left cheek, hard.
“Ahh, shit!”Slap, slap, slap. Maverick started up a rhythm that immediately had me squirming. Skye pushed me harder into his crotch.
“Fuck, fuck. Sir! This”—spank, spank, spank, spank—“isn’t wh-what—oww! This isn’t what I had in mind.” I yelled into Skye’s bulge. He was going to have to change his pants, but I didn’t think anyone minded.
Two more impacts, these lower, right on my sensitive sit spot.
“Oh, it isn’t?” Maverick asked conversationally as he pinched a particularly sore area. Two more slaps on the same fucking spot.
“N-no.”
“That’s a shame. Your ass looks so pretty when it’s a nice shade of pink.”
Did I mention pink was my favorite color?
Maverick continued his punishment, and I continued to get more and more turned on. I gave up all pretense of complaining, pushing into each smack and moaning like the little slut I was.
I wanted more of Skye’s cock, though, and clearly he agreed. He pulled my head up, his fingers fumbling as he tried to unbutton his pants and free himself.
“You can take it out, but no coming,” Maverick told him. He finally stopped his attack and was rubbing my poor skin. I humped into his lap, even if it made no difference with the cock cage on.
“Huh?” Skye stared up at him, his hand loosely circling his dick, fucking aghast.
“No coming. For any of us. We’re going to do our job, take care of Tanner, and when we get back, we’ll have some fun. It’ll be our reward.”
Skye groaned, but his heated look said he was on board with this plan. Maverick spread my pinked cheeks, exposing my hole. His dry finger brushed over it, causing me to hiss.
“By fun, you mean orgasms, right?” Skye asked cautiously. It was a good question because Maverick’s idea of fun might not match ours. Well, it would because we were kinky little masos, but . . . yeah, clarifications on the orgasms were important.
Maverick reached over me, grasping Skye’s chin before pulling him into a raunchy kiss. They both ignored my existence, which only made it hotter. I really, really hoped Maverick took off my cage tonight. Otherwise, the plane ride home would be insanely uncomfortable.
Mav pulled away, leaving Skye breathless. “Alright. Let’s get cleaned up and ready for tonight.”
He massaged my ass. “Okay, sweetheart?” he asked me, as he carefully pulled me up to a sitting position so I didn’t get lightheaded.
I nodded. We both knew that was easy on the spanking scale for me. Enough to help settle me, but not enough for it to affect my work.
“Feels good, Sir.”
