He slams into me, drawing another groan from my throat, when I hear the door creak.
Fuck!This is exactly what I don’t want.
Maddox’s mouth leaves mine as my eyes fly open, meeting the wide green eyes of a temptress. Even if she doesn’t know she is one. I may not have wanted this, but when our eyes meet, myrock-hard cock becomes titanium.
I expect her to turn away, to run back to her room. When she doesn’t, it incites me. “Fuck,” I groan as she closes the door then leans againstit.
Heaven watching us is the biggest turn on I’ve ever experienced. I’m going to erupt in seconds. Until Maddox grabs me again, squeezing hard. “You piece of shit,” I grumble at him.
He grits his teeth. He’s on the edge himself. He’s just not ready to let go. “Not. Yet,” he orders.
“I’m going to fucking kill you if you stop me one more time,” I warn.
“Like to see you try.”
I look back at Heaven, who’s still watching with rapt fascination. She’s squeezing her thighs together tightly and her face is brightly flushed. Even from here, I can see her pupils are blown, and her nipples poke like diamonds through the thin tank she’s wearing. She is excited from watching, but she doesn’t know what to do.
But I do. My need for control surfaces with a vengeance. I want to see the little princess submit even if it’s from across the room.
“You like to watch, pixie?” I say through clenched teeth. “You want to watch us; I get to watch you. Grab your nipples between your fingers and squeeze.”
This is a test. She just doesn’t know it yet. She didn’t run when she caught us. I want to see if the pretty little virgin will run when she’s told what to do.
She hesitates for a second, biting that suckable bottom lip, but I see her hand inching up slowly to those pert little breasts. She slowly traces a finger across that diamond peak, and I buck beneath Maddox, wanting desperately to take it in my mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” I rasp out. “Tell me, Heaven, how wet are you?”
“S-so wet,” she whimpers as her head falls back against the door.
“Show me,” I demand. “Reach into your panties and feel it. I want to see”
Again, she hesitates but then slides her hand into her shorts. I want to tell her to take her clothes off, so I can see everything, but I don’t. I won’t push her that far. I already realize I’m testing her limits now, and she’s across the room.
When she pulls her fingers out, they glisten with her arousal, and I buck again. “Put them in your mouth.” Her eyes go wide, and she freezes. I’m a bastard for it, but I push her some more. “Put them in your mouth. Now. Lick yourself clean.”
When she does, I growl. Maddox does too. He’s getting frustrated, fighting his need to come with his need to see what she’s doing. “You’re a fucking asshole,” he mutters as sweat drops onto me.
“Pot, meet kettle,” I hiss. Then hiss again when he begins stroking my dick with vigor. He wants me to come now, but I want to see her come first.
“Finger yourself, love,” I call out. “Make yourself come. I want to see.”
I watch as her hand slides back into her panties. Fuck, I should’ve told her to take her clothes off. I want to see that pretty, pink pussy clench around her fingers.
Her moans vibrate through the room. Mine and Maddox’s follow, both of us ready to explode any minute. “Rub your clit, baby.” I barely get the words out. My head is spinning, and my dick is throbbing. I feel Maddox begin to pulse inside me, and I can’t take much more. “Harder,” I tell them both.
I watch as Heaven’s eyes roll into the back of her head. Her mouth falls open as she begins to shake. “That’s it, baby,” I spur her on.
“Oh God,” she mutters as she comes.
“Fuck!” Maddox roars out and I am right behind him. His cum fills my ass and mine covers his hand. I shake beneath him as it continues for what feels like an eternity.
We’ve had more than plenty of threesomes, foursomes, and God only knows what else. We’ve fucked plenty of girls and guys and each other, but for some damn reasonthatwas the most intense experience of them all.
Maddox collapses beside me. Heaven looks on the verge of collapse herself. Her eyes have a glassy sheen of satisfaction, still riding the high of her orgasm. The only sounds in the room are the sounds of our collective breaths. Heavy and fast.
Then it happens. I was expecting it. Realization of what just happened – what she willingly witnessed and what she did sets in. Her eyes grow to the size of saucers, her jaw clenches, as red of a different kind streaks up her neck and across her cheeks. She slaps a palm across her opened mouth then takes off out of the room like it’s on fire.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” I grumble. “Why didn’t you lock the door?”
