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That was all I needed to hear. The bit of restraint I’d clung to in order to make sure this wasn’t just a hate-bang evaporated and a surge of urgent need tore through my body. I bucked my hips and pushed him to the side in one movement, the suddenness of the shift allowing me to get the upper hand. I knelt beside him and undid his jeans, yanking them down when he lifted his hips. I hurled the offending garment to the floor and settled between his spread thighs, wrapping my hand around his perfect cock.
And damn, was it perfect. Unfairly so for all other men. He’d literally been made for sex, and he was all mine.
Now I understood why people worshipped gods. This kind of magnificence deserved tribute, and I was about to lavish it with offerings.
Locking my gaze with his, I took one long, slow lick from the base to the tip, stroking the thick, throbbing vein on the underside. He bucked at that first touch of my tongue, muscles clenching everywhere.
I repeated the move, this time pausing at the top to swirl my tongue around the crown, savoring the taste of him. Over and over, I laved his hot, velvety flesh until no millimeter of his erection was left untouched.
“Dammit, Red, such a fucking tease.”
He was right. I was teasing the shit out of him, and he deserved better than that.
This time.
I took him into my mouth, dropping my head low until I could feel him nudging the back of my throat. I hummed at the feel of him so deep, and the vibration tore a groan from him. His lids fell shut as his head dropped back on the pillow.
Drawing back until only the wide crown was between my lips, I took him in again. Then again. And again. His groans became constant, getting louder and louder until I was sure he was about to come. I increased my effort, ready to taste him.
Instead, I found myself tossed onto my back once again, hands grabbing at my clothes and tearing them from me as I tried to reorient myself.
“But you were close.”
“Inside you. Now.”
Yeah, that sounded fucking amazing. He’d get no further argument from me.
My clothes joined his on the floor and soon I was as naked as he was. He retook his position between my thighs, grabbing his glistening cock and pumping it a few times before lining it up with my entrance. I expected—fuck, wanted—him to drive forward and fill me immediately, but instead, he dragged the head of his cock up my pussy to tap it against my clit. I cried out in frustrated pleasure. It felt so good, but it wasn’t what I needed.
Apparently, turnabout was fair play because he teased me to the point that I was begging. “I need you, please,” I moaned. “Please, I can’t take it, I need—”
That was all he’d been waiting for. Without further torture, he drove deep, burying himself to the root in a single motion. We both cried out at the indescribable feeling, the sense of rightness and completion. He held himself still for a long moment, arms flexing as he allowed me to adjust to the very, very welcome invasion while I clutched him tightly.
Nothing could ever touch the utter perfection of this moment.
Which was, of course, when the door flew open.
Darrio’s head whipped around, seemingly ready to pull out and stride to the door to beat the ever-loving shit out of Ben for coming back.
Only it wasn’t Ben.
Sam stood framed in the doorway, his chest heaving and his hair in a wild disarray. The frenzied worry in his gaze shifted as he watched Darrio begin to move again. Ben would have gotten an ass-whooping, but apparently Sam didn’t merit the effort of a “get lost.”
Darrio’s lips touched my neck as he withdrew to the tip, then plunged back, teeth grazing my tender flesh. I lifted my chin higher to give him better access, but my eyes stayed locked on Sam. I should want him to leave, right? I was still pissed at him, and he was intruding on a private moment between me and the man I loved.
Only, as much as I wanted to shake him until his teeth rattled in his head, I loved Sam, too. And him watching Darrio move in and out of my drenched pussy was only making me wetter. If my nipples got any harder, Darrio’s chest was going to be covered in scratches.
Sam stared, his expression shifting from concern to abject starvation. I bit down on my lip so hard I faintly tasted blood.
“Uhnn.” A particularly deep thrust had my mouth falling open, and Sam’s focus moved from my face to my currently-being-ravished pussy.
He clearly wanted it, wanted me. The imprint of his cock was clear as day—thank all the gods for gray sweatpants—and his bare chest was rising and falling even faster. Fuck, I wanted him. I wanted both of them. Darrio didn’t seem to care, but still, I couldn’t. Just like I couldn’t go there with Darrio until he’d forgiven me, I couldn’t let Sam that close until I’d forgiven him.
I cried out as Darrio took a nipple between his lips and sucked hard. Sam took that as a sign that the time for watching was over. His pants hit the floor, his rigid dick in his hand as he moved toward the bed. A single shake of my head stopped him in his tracks.
Not yet. I can’t let you touch me yet.
Like he’d heard me, he stayed a few feet from the bed, the hunger in his expression growing impossibly stronger with every tug on his cock. It looked fucking delectable, but it was out of my reach, and it needed to stay that way. Besides, watching him drool over me being thoroughly pleasured by Darrio was intoxicating.
