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Dex set his beer down, eyebrows furrowing. “There is nothing wrong with a throuple, assholes. But to mimic what they said, fuck no…Gunner would cut off my balls, not suck on them,” he stated.

Ryan’s eyes cut over to Dex. “You’ve given this thought, huh?” she asked.

“Eh, I don’t care whose mouth sucks my balls, as long as it happens.” His eyes quickly cut to Lolli, pointing at her. “Not your mouth, though.”

Lolli’s eyes bounced between Ryan and me, her mind trying to figure out whether Ryan was lying.

Let me show you then, Lolli.

My fingers threaded in Ryan’s hair, and I yanked her head back, giving me access to her mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance before I pulled hers into my mouth and sucked. A moan escaped her, and she scrambled to straddle me without breaking contact. Her peaked nipples brushed my chest, and my free hand snaked up to pinch them, pulling another moan from her throat.

I barely registered the yell from Lolli or her stomping off.

“Fuck, I’m gonna go find someone to suck me off,” Dex called out before disappearing.

My fingers released Ryan’s locks, both hands resting under her ass. “Lock your ankles, babe,” I said against her mouth before standing, carrying her off to my bedroom. “I’m going to strip off every piece of clothing and worship you like the goddess you are.”

Ryan

The feeling of his hands on me was like a drug.

My body craved another hit, another drag of his calloused fingertips across my skin. Another pull of my hair, another soul-shattering kiss. I was addicted to his presence.

Addicted to him—and that was a problem.

My breath whooshed from my lungs as he slammed me against the wooden door of his bedroom. His cock ground against my clit, pulling a moan from my lips. My fingers threaded through his hair, yanking him closer, our tongues sliding across each other.

“Door. Get the door,” Gunner said between rushed kisses, his fingers digging in to my ass as his hips thrust into me. I didn’t think he realized he was doing it.

Our bodies were ready for each other. “My thong is soaked for you, Gunner,” I taunted while fumbling for the handle, unwilling to break my lips away to see what I was doing. A frustrated grunt left my mouth.

“Fuck it. Fuck me in the hallway,” I mumbled against his lips as my hands trailed down to his belt buckle. But he yanked his face away, horror in his eyes.

“The fuck I will. You think I would let any of these assholes see what’s mine?” he growled, setting me down to jiggle the handle and get the door open.

I rolled my eyes at his dramatics, trying to ignore the sense of loss I felt now that he wasn’t touching me. “Gunner, you’re acting like I told you I killed your mom,” I responded, walking into his bedroom. A firm hand landed on my ass, pulling a yelp from me.

“Naw. My mom was a bitch. I wouldn’t have batted an eye at that,” he responded nonchalantly.

His words reminded me there was so much about him I didn’t know. For most people I crossed paths with, I didn’t care to know about them. But suddenly, I wanted to know everything about Gunner.

I turned to face him, my hands landing on his chest. “What’s your favorite color, Gunner?” I asked, feeling a bit silly that it was so important for me to know. His brows furrowed. Two seconds ago, I wanted to fuck him in the hallway. Now I wanted to know his favorite color. His rough hand came up and stroked my cheek. There was a tenderness in his eyes.

“Green…my favorite color is green,” he said against my lips.

I nodded my head, nibbling softly on his lip. “Yeah, you’re not a blue person,” I whispered—no clue why I knew that. I just did.

His lips left mine as he pulled back, searching my face. “No, I’m not…Tell me you’re mine, Ryan?” he asked as his hands found the bottom of my shirt, lifting it over my head.

“All yours, Gunner,” I whimpered as his teeth nipped at my throat before soothing the sting with the pad of his tongue. His hands hooked under my ass, and he deposited me on the edge of the bed, stripping me of my jeans so fast that the friction warmed my skin. His hands pulled down the lacy cups of my bra, pinching my nipples. I could feel the heat of his gaze on my body.

“Fuck, Ryan. I wish I could look at this beautiful body forever,” he said as a thick finger slipped past the lace of my thong, his knuckle caressing my wet pussy. Something about his tone set off a warning bell in my head, but I was too turned on to pay it any attention.

Ripping sounds filled the air, and suddenly I felt cool air. I lifted onto my elbows and was met with the sight of Gunner kneeling between my thighs. My thong was ripped away, and his inked fingers were wrapped around his throbbing cock—stroking it in languid pulls.

“Fuck, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I whispered as my tongue swiped across my bottom lip. His precum glistening at the tip made me want to lap it up.

“Spread your legs, Ryan. Let me see that dripping cunt of yours. Let me see what’s mine,” he growled.