Page 31 of Voyeur
My heart pounded in my chest, and honestly, I couldn’t remember the last time Bryan had got me so worked up so quickly. Did my heart ever feel like bursting out of my chest when I was with him? Even when we were in the middle of having sex, I didn’t think I’d ever felt like this with him.
And then, you know, I caught him fucking my sister, so whatever we had was instantly burned to ashes in my mind. There was no room in my heart for a liar, a traitor, for someone who tried to hide something like that from me.
The arm holding my body against his moved, his hand raking along my lower back and stopping only when it found the curve of my ass. Grasping, greedy fingers dug in, forcing my hips to press harder against his. A telltale hardness poked at my thigh, and whether it was from morning wood or because we were getting lost in the way each other’s mouths tasted, I couldn’t say. Then again, it didn’t really matter. We’d be taking care of that erection soon enough.
At least, that’s what I thought, until I felt another hand grab my hip and pull me away from Roman.
I rolled onto my other side, shocked to find a pair of green eyes behind me, boring into me with an expression that told me all I needed to know. And, of course, it wasn’t just eyes I saw. It was an entire body, fit and muscular, a body I’d come to know too well. Every sleek line on his torso, the tiny squares on his abdomen, the way his jaw tensed when I said something that annoyed him—which, frankly, was all the time.
Yeah, I didn’t think Carter liked me too much, but you didn’t have to like someone to fuck them.
Me? Did I like Carter, Roman’s little bodyguard? Jury was out on that one. I liked his body well enough, but his personality did leave something to be desired.
When Carter grabbed my face and brought our mouths together, kissing me just as hard and as passionately as Roman did, I realized something: I was in bed with the both of them, and from what it felt like, they were both utterly naked beneath the sheets.
What the hell did I stumble into? A devil’s threesome that I’d regret the moment it ended, or paradise on earth? I mean, really, who wouldn’t want to be caught in a bed with Roman and Carter?
When Carter’s lips moved to my neck, when he shifted his body and had me pinned to the bed beneath him, I muttered, “What happened?” None of this felt real, but maybe that’s just because I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Roman was the one who answered, “It doesn’t matter. Carter’s going to fuck you, and then I’m going to. That’s what you want, isn’t it, Zoey?” The way he said my name caused my spine to shiver, my back to arch.
Before now, that wasn’t what I wanted, but faced with two dangerously attractive men in my bed, both of them offering to fuck me silly? Well, what sane girl would say no to that?
I managed to nod. Carter’s lips nuzzled my neck, his tongue licking along my throat as his hands found my chest and massaged my breasts, fingers pinching and toying with my nipples. Heat flooded every part of me, and I squeezed my thighs together subconsciously.
Carter’s midsection pressed against mine, his boner hard and thick as it leaned upwards against my pelvis. I wanted that cock inside of me, and I wanted it now. I was practically panting, begging for it.
Leave it to Roman Russo to make me a slave to dick.
I managed to spread my legs, wordlessly telling Carter I needed to feel it inside of me right now, and the man was a mind reader, knowing exactly what I needed. His mouth lifted off my neck, his hands abandoning my tits to move downward between us, sliding my panties to the side and positioning himself at my entrance. I sucked in a huge breath before he pushed in, and when his thick member twitched inside of me, I swore I saw stars.
Carter and Bryan weren’t even comparable. Bryan was a fumbling idiot, nothing more than a boy trying to play at being a man. Carter knew exactly how to use his weapon to incapacitate me immediately.
My eyelids fell, and I cried out, moving my arms around Carter’s strong body, digging my nails into his back as he started to fuck me in my own bed. Still didn’t remember how the hell we all got here, but I supposed that was a question for another time. Right now, all I needed to do was let Carter take me, as he had so many times before.
It was like everything else faded away. The world around us ceased to exist. All I could feel was his strong, hot body above mine, his cock filling me up to the brink every time he jerked his hips. It was heated bliss, it was ecstasy. It was everything I never knew I needed, and then some.
I knew it right then and there: there was no coming back from this, no turning back and pretending this never happened. If Roman and Carter ever decided they had enough of me, if Roman cut the wire connecting us, I would be so unbelievably bereft and crestfallen. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. I probably wouldn’t care about anything.
That was a lot of weight to put onto something that wasn’t even technically a relationship—this, whatever it was, was more business than anything else.
Business. It was just business for them, but for me? I was dangerously close to losing my heart to this deal, and I hated myself for it. What happened to me hiding behind my walls? What happened to me not wanting to step into anything serious right after I found my boyfriend cheating with my sister?
My plan was shot to hell the moment Roman walked into my life.
Carter’s thrusting grew harder, fiercer, a type of frantic I knew meant he was close to coming. I opened my eyes to meet his green stare, to watch as his handsome face twisted in pleasure, his cock jerking into me at such a rapid pace I couldn’t help but stifle a moan of my own.
A low, guttural groan came from the wide chest above me, his thrusting abruptly pausing as he lost himself to his orgasm, emptying himself inside of me. There was something primal, something so indescribably erotic in being marked by him, being claimed like that.
“Good,” Roman’s voice entered my ears, a low melody of promised pleasure. “Now get the fuck off her. It’s my turn.”
The very moment Carter withdrew himself from me, I was roughly pulled back to Roman’s chest, pinned against his body only for a second before he rolled me onto my stomach and crawled above me.
Ah, so he wanted it doggie-style, huh? I really hoped he wasn’t going for the ass; I was nowhere near prepped enough for that, especially with the size of his dick.
Roman knelt behind me, running a flat palm down my back, his other hand digging into my side so hard I knew his fingers would leave bruises when he was finished. He always did tell me he liked to mix pain with his pleasure; who was I to tell him to stop? Let’s be real, here. I was down for anything and everything that man wanted to do to me, whatever the hell he wanted others to do to me. I didn’t care. If he wanted me to be his personal toy, then that’s what I would be.
Mom and Dad would be so disappointed in me, but you know what? Fuck them. For once, I was going to do what I wanted to do, and if that involved letting a man like Roman use my body however the hell he wanted, then that’s what I was going to do.
