AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“And you will.” As I speak, I begin to pepper kisses down his chest, dropping to my knees in the process. His breathing is harsh and ragged, and it causes my pulse to race, my adrenaline to spike. I stare at his cock straining through his academy-issued slacks, begging for my touch, my mouth, and then force myself to meet his eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”
Indecision wars with lust on his face, and I realize then that Zane truly likes getting me off. Loves it, actually. That’s why he’s so torn. He would prefer to make me come instead of the opposite. I read about kinks once before in one of my romance books, and it seems as if this is Zane’s.
The thought has heat pooling between my thighs, dampening my panties.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Zane says at last, his lashes fluttering against his cheekbones as he inhales desperately. “Don’t ever stop.”
“Never,” I whisper as I pull his cock out. It’s long and thick and warm in my hand. A tiny bead of precum already sits at the tip, and I don’t hesitate to lean forward and lick it off, a languid lap of my tongue across his slit.
His hips buck, his fingers curling into fists by his sides, as if he has to restrain himself from putting them in my hair.
But I want him to.
I want him to fuck my face and lose control.
“Have you done this before?” he rasps as I begin to stroke him from crown to base, gripping his length hard enough to hurt.
“Once,” I confess, gauging his reaction carefully for any signs of jealousy, hurt, or anger. “With Beckett.”
Heat ignites in his eyes, and the sight of it doesn’t just steal my breath away. It takes my whole freaking heart as well.
“Did you now?” He all but purrs those words as I continue to stroke him, my eyes never leaving his. “And when was that?”
He wants me to talk about my time with Beckett? Now?
Flames flood both of my cheeks, yet I can’t stop myself from answering. “After we escaped Raymond’s that first time. In the bathroom.”
An amused chuckle tinkers through the room, though it quickly morphs into a groan when I place my lips over the tip of his dick.
“Fuck…Ellie… That’s it, princesa. Just like that.” He begins to thrust his hips as I take him even deeper into my throat. “You take my cock so damn good.”
My nipples are suddenly painfully tight beneath my dress shirt and bra, pert buds desperate for attention. I want to bring my hand between my legs and take care of the ache building there.
But I don’t.
This is about Zane, not me.
“You look so fucking beautiful on your knees for me,” he growls, staring down at me unabashedly, his eyes lidded, his cheeks flushed, his mouth parted on a silent exhale. “I’ve had this dream way too many fucking times.”
His words have pleasure blooming in my chest like a rose with thorns—so incredibly beautiful but also capable of cutting me to pieces.
I’ve come to realize that all of these guys have the capability of destroying me completely and irrevocably.
If something happens to any of them…
If they ever decide they don’t want me anymore…
If this arrangement between the five of us—six of us, if you count Ryker—fails…
But no. I can’t think like that. Not when I have Zane Lorenzo’s cock in my mouth, his tip leaking cum in response to his excitement.
Somewhere behind me, I hear the sound of footsteps and the front door shutting. I freeze, my mouth still around Zane’s hard length.
My psychotic lover’s eyes drag across the newcomer before he dismisses him without a backward glance. He resumes fucking my face, shallow thrusts of his hips that have his cock hitting the back of my throat. I try to remind myself to breathe through my nose.
“Either join in or get the fuck out,” Zane pants as he finally gives in to the need to tangle his fingers in my hair, holding my head where he wants it.
Join in?
