Page 74 of Wanted
Fylox intervened. He grabbed me by my neck, and he, more or less, shoved me backward until my skin touched the cold tiles of the shower. Alex watched us, ready to come between us. My eyes wandered to Fylox, whose hold on my neck was giving me life.
His cognac eyes turned dark. I wanted to drown in them.
“Don’t mind us, Alex. Do your thing. I have a score to settle with our household’s disobedient brat.”
I snickered, and the hold around my neck tightened. I let my fingers wrap around his strong hand. His touch was warm and lethal. He embraced my lower back, dragging me along under the spray of the shower with our clothes on. Naked Alex gawked at us, trying to make sense of what was happening. I could hear him think this was somewhite people shit, and I didn’t blame him one bit.
I shut my eyes, leaning my head back and taking in the water.
“Open your eyes,” Fylox demanded. I did. “I’m trying to decide what to do to you.”
Nodding, I took both of the men in. Alex was trying to act like he was showering, but he was too busy eying us. He was worried that we’d do something we’d regret. To be completely honest, the look in Fylox’s eyes scared me.
Just a tiny bit.
Fylox hadn’t taken off his clothes as he stepped under the spray, so his clothes stuck to him. His white shirt became see-through, revealing the hefty amount of scars underneath.
“We don’t have any condoms,” Alex told Fylox. “I could…”
“I can get condoms on my own if I need them,” Fylox snapped.
“You don’t need a condom?”
He shook his head. Goosebumps erupted all over my skin. My nipples hardened, and I hugged myself, trying to hide my reaction.
“You don’t fuck what you own with condoms now, do you?” Fylox stated, stepping forward.
“Fylox.” Concern coated Alex’s voice, and the thought of his care consumed me.
“Turn around,” Fylox addressed me harshly. I took a deep breath, and I obeyed. “Lose the panties.”
I slipped out of them, throwing them out of the walk-in shower. They landed somewhere on a dry surface, splashing. One inhale, and Fylox was pressed against me, his hand between us. His fingers explored my folds as I cursed against the wet tiles with shut eyes. My heart fluttered in excitement, and my hips moved to accommodate him.
In the countless hours of training with Fylox, I had caught glimpses of what he worked with. He wasn’t as easy with an erection as Alex was. I felt him pressed against my ass when we played, and I sat on his lap without panties on. He wasn’t as big as Alex. I drooled, thinking of Alex fucking my mouth. I lost it, thinking about how Fylox would feel on top of me with a wicked look in his eyes.
He moved his hand to the front, cupping my pussy generously. I hummed in pleasure, flourishing in the attention I was receiving. I felt better already, and I hadn’t even had an orgasm yet. My fingers toyed with my nipples, rolling them.
“Do I need to ask if you’ve had anal before?”
I shook my head. He grabbed my hair with one hand while fucking my wet orifice with the other. I responded verbally, “No, you don’t. I… I’ve done it before. Often. Very… Often.”
“How much will it take to fuck him out of you, huh?”
I opened my eyes in shock. Did he really just say that? “What?”
“Fylox, what are you doing? We said…”
“I know. I changed my mind.”
“Are you okay?” Alex inquired.
“Haven’t been better.”
I felt his breath on my skin. The water kept flowing, making plopping noises in the background. When he planted a kiss on my shoulder blade, I froze. Fylox didn’t frequent kissing. I mean, he barely touched a person. Having him up close and pressed against me with a hard dick begging for release, I was eagerly anticipating his next move.
“No safe words,” Fylox declared with his fingers plunged inside of my pussy. There was nothing gentle about Fylox as a man, and he certainly didn’t finger me gently.
“No safe words,” I agreed. I could envision Alex flinch at this; he didn’t appreciate that we played unsafe games. When he removed his hands from my body, I felt momentarily empty.
