I glance down. Ryker’s still watching, still waiting.
I thread my fingers through his hair. “Suck, like the good boy you are.”
His lips curl into a sinful, obedient smile, and then he opens his mouth wide, and I guide my cock past his lips, groaning as he wraps his mouth around me and sucks. Fucking perfect.
My hand tightens in his hair, and I feel the vibration in his throat when he moans around me, tongue teasing the underside.
His eyes stay locked on mine. His hands grip my thighs. His body submits completely.
And fuck me,
The sight of him on his knees, mine, while Aspen hangs suspended between Dante’s mouth and Knox’s teeth? It takes every single part of my control training not to come.
She’s fucking shaking.
Her legs twitch, her body convulsing, and her scream still echoes in my ears. Dante’s fingers are still working inside her, slow now, almost tender. Knox’s teeth graze her neck, his mouth full of her skin.
And then she looks at him and then atRyker.
She can barely breathe.
Her chest rises fast, trembling, the soft swell of her tits catching in time with every ragged gasp. But her eyes, fuck, those eyes, lock onto him like a lifeline, wide and dazed, pupils blown. My good boy, down on his knees. Cock-drunk. Lips red, spit-slick, and swollen from sucking me like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.
I glance down at Ryker, his jaw lax, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with need, and then at her. And it hits me.
That pull. That fuckingcraving.
I fist a hand in Ryker’s hair, stilling him mid-bob. A sharp inhale punches from his chest, the kind that makes your stomach clench. “Look who’s watching you, Ryk.”
His head turns slowly, breath catching as their eyes meet. He sees her. She seeshim.And just like that, the air sizzles. Itcrackles.Electricity straight to the goddamn spine.
I drag my cock from his mouth with a slick pop, smearing it across his flushed lips as he chases the taste. “Good boy,” I murmur.
Then I move. Past Dante, past the haze of sweat and breath and lust. Her legs tremble where they hang, still tied, her body swaying just slightly, her core exposed and aching. Her thighs twitch at my approach, a soft whimper escaping her like her lungs forgot how to function.
I grip her ass, rough and greedy, palms burning hot against her skin. She gasps, jolts, and I lift her with a grunt, fast and hard, her back arching as I hook her legs over my shoulders.
Her breath stutters. “M-Max,”
“My turn, sweetheart,” I growl.
She moans,fuck, that sound, the second my breath hits her cunt. Her hips jerk before I even touch her.
Her taste punches through me, so fucking sweet and addictive. I lap at her cunt like I’m starving, flicking her clit until she gasps, sucking it hard enough to draw a full-body shiver. She’s shaking, straining against the restraints, thighs tightening around my head. Then I dip lower, tongue fucking into her with messy, wet circles until she sobs, hands clawing at the belt, head falling back, and just when she starts to unravel, I pull back.
Her cry is desperate, raw, but Ryker’s already moving.
He leans in, slow, reverent, his mouth replacing mine, his tongue finds her clit, licking lazy circles that make her legs spasm against me.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them deep. Her body clamps down like a fist, molten and soaked, and shescreams.
“Please, please, Max,” Head rolling side to side like she can’t take it, like it’s too much.
“You’re not done,” I mutter against her thigh.
Not even close.
Dante strokes her hair. “You can take more, doll. Just a little more.”
