“Two.”
“Do you love me?”
His name on her lips as she gives me her safeword.
“One.”
“Now, Lyot. Come for me.”
I open my eyes.
“Wake her up.”
He does it gently while I watch, trailing his hand from her hip to her breast and blowing a soft breath across the shell of her ear. She stirs like a cat, arching into his palm, and he rolls the peak of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger through her pink cotton top. Her eyes flutter open.
“Good morning, sunshine.”
“Your hair,” she whispers. My smile slips, and I scrub a hand over the soft stubble.
“Do you like it?”
Lyot’s fingers stall on her breast, and he nibbles at her freckled shoulder. If it was me, I’d be trying to distract her, but I think he’s warning her to be gentle while I pretend her answer doesn’t matter. She reaches out and runs her palm down the side of my scalp, then traces my brow with her fingertips.
“Yes,” she breathes, and leans in for a kiss.
I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, and she opens for me with a sigh. When her hips shift, Lyot makes a low sound in his throat. Rolling to face her without breaking the kiss, I slide my knee between her legs, letting him grind her against my thigh. His calf tangles with mine, his toes flexing and curling against my ankle, and it hurts how much I want to own them both.
Gia skims her hands over my bare chest, digging her nails into the muscle, and I reach up to wrap my fingers around the back of Lyot’s neck, running my thumb through the short curls at the base of his skull and pulling him closer. His skin is raw silk in my grip, the texture tantalizingly new, and I growl into Gia’s mouth, nipping at her plundering tongue.
She pulls back with a hiss and a wicked gleam in her eye, rolling her hips along the slick trail of moisture coating my thigh. I shift away to punish her a little and roll onto my back. Eyes glued to her pouting lips, I slip my hand beneath the sheet and grip my straining cock.
Lyot’s eyes follow my fist, and he groans, curling his arm up from the pillow to turn Gia’s mouth to his. I drag my fingers up over my slit, smearing the slippery precum around the head of my cock and biting my lip. His hand disappears beneath the sheet tangled around Gia’s hips, and I watch, mesmerized, as his forearms flex, and the half-hidden movements of his fingers grow rhythmic between her legs.
“Tell me what she feels like,” I demand, and Gia breaks free of the kiss with a moan, rocking into his palm.
“She feels like fucking paradise, so wet and ready.”
“Are you ready for him, sweetheart?”
“Always.”
“Show me.” I roll up to my knees, turning to face them, and tug the sheet away as she parts her bent knees. Her white cotton underwear is soaked through, stretched tight across his shifting knuckles.
Reaching out, I peel the drenched fabric down her thighs so only his hand covers her sex, two fingers still pumping inside her. Brazen with the weight of both their eyes on me, I grip Lyot’s wrist. He stills, Gia whimpers, and I bring his hand up,drawing his two dripping fingers into my mouth and sucking them clean.
“Oh,fuck.” He presses his forehead into her hair with a shudder as Gia’s pupils blow wide and black. I want to feed him the taste of her arousal with my tongue, but I’m not quite brave enough, so I thread my fingers into his and give it to her instead.
His fingers clutch and press back as if he’s kneading my cock, and by the time I break the kiss, I’m so fucking hard I have to wrap my other hand around myself and squeeze until it hurts. Lyot’s face is still buried in Gia’s hair, his hips rocking helplessly against her ass, and she’s taken over his movements between her clenched thighs.
Together they are desperate and aching andmine.
I reach out and tug on Gia’s bruised lower lip, forcing her glazed eyes back into focus.
“Now,” I command, my voice low and deadly. “Show me how you take him.”
I don’t know what I’m expecting—her to take the lead, maybe—but that’s not what happens.
Lyot pushes off the bed to kneel opposite me, shoving the borrowed shorts down his hips to free his cock. The sight of him hits me like the first time, and I groan, thrusting into my hand. Sitting back on his heels, he lifts Gia until she’s straddling his thighs, then strips her shirt over her head, freeing her breasts. With one hand on the small of her back and the other between their bodies, he gives me one last scorching look, stalling the breath in my lungs.
