Page 170 of Trapped Truth

Grinding down on him, I let his hardness nudge closer each time I shift. I’m swollen and over sensitised, so his skin feels electric sliding on my core. Eventually, I drop down at the perfect angle to let him slip inside.

He groans against my breastbone. “Dammit, Em.”

“Hush, I’m working here.”

Granting control to my closeted dominant side is more thrilling than I’d care to admit. He seems content to humour me. From this position, I can assume the power in our little dance, setting the pace from above.

Rising and falling on his dick tests my spent limbs. Thighs burning, I grip his neck firmly, needing an anchor to hold me in place.

Warner’s lips part as he gasps. “You look so goddamn stunning like this.”

Sweeping hair over my shoulder, his head dips so he can bite down on my bicep. I cry out in equal parts surprise and ecstasy. He still manages to surprise me, a follow-up spank driving that message home.

Pressure blooms on my clit when he slips a hand between us. Torturous loops have me mewling for more. I rise and fall on Warner’s lap at a quickening pace, his lowered denim brushing along my core each time he sinks back in.

The contrasting textures sing through me, creating a mind-bending rapture. I want to take my time, but the need for more is too all-encompassing. Axel’s right. I am greedy. And I need my quota of them all.

“Shit, Em. I’m so close, but I don’t want to come like this. I need you to get up and move to the bedroom.”

“The bedroom?” I whine.

“Yes. Do it now.”

With my legs wobbling precariously, climbing free from him takes great effort. I offer Warner a hand up so he can leverage his leg, sprinting out of each at the slap he deposits on my rear.

“You’re taking away our show!” Axel groans, slumped over a sofa.

“You had your time, Ax.”

“But I wanna see.”

“Maybe I’ll fuck our girl on your bed.” Warner moves to chase after me. “That’ll teach you not to be so demanding.”

“Hey! Asshole!”

Deep laughter follows me to the row of bedrooms that offshoot a finely carpeted hallway, adjacent to the living space. I choose the first door I lay eyes on. I’m not even sure whose room it is in this state. Nor do I care.

The low thump of Warner pursuing me adds to my building anticipation. He enters the room then slows, leaning in the ajar door to look over my naked body.

“So perfect. On the bed, love.”

“How do you want me?” My question is a loaded whisper.

“On your hands and knees, legs apart. Show me what’s mine.”

A shiver works its way over me as I follow his orders without contending. The plush mattress bows under my weight, allowing me to splay my legs wide open, hands and knees planting in the optimum stance.

“Excellent.” Warner’s tongue glides across his bottom lip.

“Please. I need you.”

“Do you beg because you know I enjoy it?”

“Maybe.” I slowly drag my hands up and down my body, eager for him to join me.

Fabric rustles as he strips off fully, exposing his cut chest and prosthetic leg. I move my head upright to stare ahead before he can accuse me of peeking. Thudding steps tell me that he’s nearing the bed, amplifying the hunger coiled low in my belly.

“You’re all pink and glistening. It’s quite the view.”