“With the guys who ran off. You said Tenny and Reese were going to follow them?”
“That was the plan.” His expression turned grim, but his body relaxed, some of the tension dropping from his shoulders. “They were told not to engage with anyone, but with those two, who knows. Reese is pretty good about following orders, but Tenny’s a total wild card. He got himself shot in Texas being a dumbass.”
“Engage,” she said. “This reallyisspy shit, isn’t it?”
“Kinda? I guess? I dunno. All I know is that those two aren’t your regular garden variety biker.”
“Where’d they come from? I thought Tenny was British, the other day at Dartmoor.”
“Oh, he is. He does accents, same as Fox.” He made a face. “Honestly, I think he’s from hell.”
Eleven
Each time they ended up like this – which happened with more and more frequency – Reese marveled that he’d gone so long without anything like it. It wasn’t something he’d wanted before; he’d never thought about it, never wondered, really. There was a part of him that felt…lesser, for enjoying it. He’d been a finely crafted machine, and machines didn’t want or hunger.
But he was a person now, after all, so this was expected. Was encouraged.
They were in his dorm; Tenny had his own, but rarely seemed to use it, and never for anything like this.
Reese sat propped against the headboard, his legs spread, Stephanie on all fours between them. The hot, wet suction of her mouth on his cock had blurred his normally-sharp senses. He watched her through low-lidded eyes that kept wanting to flutter shut; watched the stretch of her painted lips, the golden cascade of her hair over his thighs, rustling forward and backward as her body was rocked. Watched the smooth dip of her bare back. And, behind her, fucking into her steadily, Tenny, his hands tight on her hips, his bare, flexing torso sheened in sweat. A lock of dark hair had curled and stuck to his forehead, shifting with every thrust of his hips. Stephanie’s mouth would go slack every few moments, and she would make a low, humming sound in her throat, overwhelmed by Tenny’s cock inside her.
It still wasn’t quite familiar: this onslaught of sensation. The way his stomach fizzed, and his belly clenched and tingled. The way his lungs didn’t quite work, and the pressure built, and he felt so, so good, chasing a feeling that was even better. If he’d looked down, he would have seen the way his chest heaved, his nipples drawn up tight; the way his stomach looked caved in; the way the veins stood out in the juncture of his hips. Would have seen himself lost to this moment, to sensation and indulgence.
But instead he looked up; he watched Tenny. The way his face was tight, his cheeks hollow. The way he bit his lip, and watched himself disappearing inside Stephanie’s body over and over.
Then, like always, his head lifted, and his gaze met Reese’s, glassy-bright, dilated, but still penetrating. Still so riveted and riveting – Reese was helpless to look away, even as he felt his cock hit the back of Stephanie’s throat. He felt pinned back against the headboard, as Tenny stared at him, and snapped his hips hard. Reese watched him, and for a moment, Stephanie faded, and the pleasure wasn’t tied to her, but to the way Tenny watched him in return.
It was…
But then Tenny stopped, and sat back. Pulled out of her. “Hey.” He rested a hand on the small of her back. “Sit up. Get on him.”
Stephanie’s expression was one of hazy pleasure as she pulled slowly off Reese’s cock with one last mind-numbing suck, and straightened up on her knees. She turned to glance back over her shoulder at Tenny, smirking, dabbing at her mouth with her fingertips. Her voice was rough. “You could say ‘please,’ you know.”
Tenny stared at her, and said nothing, his jaw set.
Stephanie chuckled, and shifted around so she could place a hand on Tenny’s chest – Reese saw the muscle flicker, like he wanted to flinch away – and lean in close. She whispered something in his ear that Reese couldn’t make out; something that caused Tenny’s brows to jump, once. She chuckled again, and kissed him.
For a moment, Tenny didn’t respond, his mouth slack against her imploring one. Then his eyes closed, and his hands moved, suddenly; he gripped her head, hands fisted in her hair, and kissed her back. Aggressively. Reese could see the thrust of his tongue into her mouth.
Belatedly, he realized he was stroking himself, and stilled, hand closed tight around his cock.
Tenny drew back from the kiss first, panting, licking his lips.
Stephanie gave a low hum that sounded satisfied, like after she’d come. “Didn’t take you for the shy type, honey.”
“Shut up,” Tenny said, without heat. “Turn around. Get on him, like I said.”
She rolled her eyes as she turned back around. “Yes,sir.” But she shuffled up the bed and straddled Reese’s hips. The dark, anticipatory look returned to her face as she brushed his own hand from his cock, took the hard length in hers, and lined him up; sank down on him. Took him to the halt all in one, slow press.
“Mm,” she hummed, settling, raking her nails lightly down his chest. “You feel good, baby.”
Tenny crowded in close behind her, and Reese’s stomach, already taut with restraint, gave a little flip. His gaze shifted from her face, up and over to Tenny’s; to the clenched jaw, the hooded blue eyes, the unreadable, tense set of his mouth.
He held a little tube in his hands, one that he unscrewed. “Move,” he told Stephanie.
She let out a dramatic exhale. “He’s so bossy, how do you stand him?” But she did start to move; lifting and then setting back down, rolling her hips like a dancer.
It was good – too good. Reese had to close his eyes a moment and breathe harshly through his nose to keep from coming as Stephanie’s pace picked up. His hands reached out blindly, found her knees, her thighs, strong and flexing beneath his touch.
