Otto shoves him backward onto the bed, and the look of pure, lustful wrath written all over Lachlan’s face is enough for me to pull my jumper over my head.
“Ahem.”
They both turn to look at me as I slip out of my leggings and stand before them in my black lace matching bra and knickers.
“Why don’t you show Lachlan how it’s done around here,” Otto says, tilting his head.
He makes a sputtering noise. “I know how it’s done. You forget I’ve fucked her before–”
“Ah ah,” Otto says, holding a hand up. “That was three months ago.”
“You know what? Fuck this,” Lachlan murmurs, standing up.
Otto stops him with a solid hand against his chest. “Sit the fuck down.”
Lachlan’s blue eyes swirl with heat as he tries to maintain control. I saunter over to him and slide between him and Otto, letting my hands roam down his hard abdomen.
“Sit down.”
He does–a vacant look coming over his expression. Once he’s seated, I drop to my knees, and his pupils bloom with darkness. He stays quiet as my hands fumble for the zipper of his trousers, and when I tug them down his hips, his cock is so hard and so large that it pops out of the top of his boxer briefs.
“What changed?” I ask, palming his shaft and relishing in the hiss of pleasure that escapes his lips.
His darkened eyes track down my chest to where my hands are working his bulge, and I realize with a start that no one has touched him since that first night at Max and Otto’s townhouse. Despite yearning to be with him, I’ve gotten my fix of physical contact from the guys almost every night since we moved into the manor. He must be so lonely, and I let my thumb gently swirl over the hole at the top of his thick cock. A drop of wetness poolsagainst the slit, and his cock twitches away from the sensation, as if it’s too much.
“Nothing. Everything. I don’t know, Charlotte. Seeing you nearly murdered?”
I smirk. “Fair enough.” I swirl my thumb over his slit again, and his whole body shudders. “You’re so wound up, Lachlan.”
“Then do something about it, pet.”
There it is–that nickname.
Giving him a bold stare, I lower my mouth onto his cock. My lips stretch around his thick girth, and that’s when I feel Otto come behind me and run a hand through my hair. He collects it at the nape of my neck, holding it back as I slowly work Lachlan’s shaft deeper–until it hits the back of my throat and I gag.
“How does he taste? I imagine a big cock like that must leak sweet as sin cum.”
“Fuck,” Lachlan hisses, hips jumping at Otto’s words.
He pops out of my mouth audibly, shuddering as my tongue flicks against the head.
That seems to be his sensitive spot.
I’m not quiet as I suck him back into my mouth, slurping and using my spit to lube up his cock.
“You like it when I talk dirty?” Otto asks him.
“Fuck–yes–” Lachlan’s words are bracketed between moans as I cup his heavy balls with my left hand and wrap my right hand around his length, working them both in tandem with my mouth.
“You better watch out,” Otto purrs, holding my hair back as my head bobs up and down Lachlan’s cock. “She’ll suck the life out of you and you’ll be comatose for an hour after.”
He groans in response, and when he starts to roll his hips, I know he’s close. Pulling off his cock, I look up at him.
“Scoot back on the bed.”
He does as I say, and I relish in the control he’s relinquishing. I know, just because he’s so aggravatingly dominant in all aspects of his life, that this is hard for him. I’m sure he’d love nothing more than to jackhammer me into the mattress, but I really want to ease him into this relationship dynamic. He needs toseeandfeelwhat we all do when we’re together.
He scoots back to the middle of the bed, and when I press against his chest, he lies down.
