Cain’s hand wrapped around my ankle, pulling it until my leg draped over his shoulder and his face hovered just above my pussy, so close his warm breath floated against my skin. My clit throbbed from the faint feel of air against it. I was so wound up, one touch was liable to set me off.
“You want me to taste you, Rose? Bruise my knees while I worship your body?”
I groaned, wantingexactlywhat he’d said. Sly pressed his palm into my throat more, forcing me to lay my head back against his shoulder as Cain settled himself further between my thighs.
Time stood still as I waited, my heartbeat ringing in my ears. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the anticipation. I felt paralyzed, waiting for not only the pleasure, but for the moment where everything changed forever between me and Cain. There would be no going back after this. We’d finally be crossing the line we’d never dared to cross before.
Looking down through my lashes, I saw Cain look up from between my legs and briefly lock eyes with the man behind me, a silent conversation happening through their stares. I could hardly blink before the air was stolen from my lungs with a gasp that quickly transformed into a moan as Cain dragged the flat of his tongue against my pussy. He groaned, moving his hands to my hips before diving in fully.
He ate me like he knew exactly what my body craved, prodding at my entrance before moving his lips to my clit and suctioning them around it, using the tip of his tongue to massage and play with it.
Pleasure sparked through my body, my hips rolling and seeking more of his touch—of his tongue. I was lost in the sensation. My eyes connected with Cain’s as he stared up at me from his knees, his face buried in the very spot I pictured him in almost every single one of my fantasies.
A husky moan tumbled past my lips, and Sly took that as his cue to reach around and roughly knead my breast. “He looks at you as though you are his heaven, and his hell, mia preferita. His reason for breathing and the cause of his torment. You’ve made him wait for this for so long.”
My brain screamed at me to deny Sly’s words, to protest his profession when I was sure they rang hollow, but as I held Cain’s gaze, my intention to deny them caught in my throat.
As though to prove my point, Cain repositioned his lips to envelop my clit, and thrust two fingers inside me, pumping them slowly through the evidence of my lust for him.
My body began to tremble as it climbed higher and higher toward release, a cascade of moans and curses pouring out of me with every rhythmic pulse of Cain’s fingers.
Abruptly, he pulled away, his mouth and beard soaked from my wetness. “Support her,” he barked at Sly, who slid his hands to my upper arms, holding me in place as Cain lifted my foot that was still on the floor, and slid that leg over his shoulder. He used his hands to bring me closer, grabbing my ass so roughly his fingernails bit into the skin as he held me tightly while coming to stand. I felt Sly’s hands slide down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in the wake of his fingertips.
Once Cain was stable on his feet, he pushed my body even closer to him, causing my hips to drive forward. Spinning our bodies, he moved until my back pressed against the cool wall and repositioned his hands, one at a time, holding me where my ass met my thigh.
Then he reacquainted his face with my pussy.
The pleasure was immediate, and my hands flew to the top of Cain’s head. My fingers raked into his hair, and I leaned my head back against the wall, moaning wantonly as my orgasm kicked into overdrive.
A few feet away, Sly leaned against my desk, his feet crossed at the ankles as he watched. He palmed his dick through his jeans, and I couldn’t help but wish he’d take it out and jack off.
As quickly as the thought arrived though, it was gone, forced from my thoughts as Cain sucked my clit into his mouth. His tongue assaulted it relentlessly, and I cried out. “I’m about to come, I’m so fucking close!”
But as the sentence left my mouth, it ripped through me faster than I anticipated, and I writhed within Cain’s grasp, his name tumbling from between my lips over and over again. Slowly, he moved his mouth from my pussy to my thighs, alternating between kissing and lightly biting them.
My body was still riding high as I felt his hands move again, situating on my hips, and he pulled me away from the wall, carrying me high on his shoulders over to where Sly was.
In a quick motion, he lowered me, but I barely had a second to register my feet touching the floor before he spun me and pressed down between my shoulder blades until the top half of my body lay flat against my desk.
“See what you do to us, baby?” he asked, grinding his hips against my ass so I’d feel his erection. As he did, I turned my head and laid it on my desk, at which point I was practically eye level with the erection Sly was sporting. Cain kicked my legs apart, widening them as he smacked my ass. Hard. “You’re so fucking sexy. Do you know how long I’ve waited to touch you like this?”
Cain’s fingertips dragged through the wetness between my legs, parting my pussy lips. I jolted when his fingers touched against my clit, still sensitive from my orgasm. Pushing back into his hand, I moaned, wanting him to trade his fingers with his cock and sink into me. “Do more than touch me, Cain. Fuck me.Please.”
“No,” he growled, and the air shifted behind me as he dropped back onto his knees. He spread my ass cheeks, exposing every part of me, and brought his mouth to my pussy again. The change in positions had me crying out immediately, my eyes rolling back into my head as he thrust his tongue into me. “Cain,fuck. I’m still fucking sensiti—ah!”
But he didn’t stop or even relent in his motions, still prodding at my entrance with his tongue, and brought his hand between my legs and used two fingers to rub my clit. “There are two of us, Rose. It’s only fair that we get to watch you come twice,” he muttered against me, barely moving his mouth far enough away from my pussy to speak, before picking up right where he left off.
Opening my eyes, I met Sly’s lustful stare. “He’s right, mia preferita. You are so beautiful at the height of pleasure. Let me see it again.” He placed both hands down on the desk, leaning closer to my face.
“Your pussy has officially ruined me, Rose. Nothing else will ever taste so sweet. I hope you’re prepared to be my every meal,” Cain announced before sinking his teeth into the flesh of my ass. At the same time, he plunged two fingers into me, curving them to connect with my G-spot, and I was a goner. With two fingers inside me and another on my clit, my second orgasm ripped through me violently. My body convulsed and I thrashed against my desk, all control over my own limbs lost.
Incoherent words filtered through the room, my eyes squeezed so tight I was positive I was dreaming. But I wasn’t, was I?
Because the man behind me was slipping his fingers out of me and grabbing me by the arms, pulling me to stand. He lifted me, his hands securing beneath my ass, and I wrapped my legs around him, too limp and hazy to do anything else.
Cain carried me to my couch and sat down with me straddling his lap. He peppered kisses all over, pushing back my hair as he held my face between his palms and searched my eyes.
“Get her a blanket,” he barked at Sly, whose footsteps instantly thundered, echoing off the four walls. Within seconds, he draped a plush blanket over my naked body and Cain tightened it around my shoulders.
