“Then I guess I’ll be visiting more often,” Ian replied.
Declan snorted. “He’s going to end up living in one of your guest rooms.”
“Fuck that. I’ll be living in their bed.”
I rolled my eyes, their banter typical and slightly refreshing. It’d been a while since we were all together, mostly because we were married to our careers first and foremost and lived in different countries. But this week had provided us with an opportunity to relax for once.
Declan finished his water and bent over to pull another out of the mini fridge. “Seriously, Luka. Well done. She’s fucking perfect.”
“I know.” I wasn’t one to downplay a proper investment, and Savannah absolutely qualified as an acquisition I was proud of. “Now you understand why I’m keeping her.”
“I do,” Declan admitted before swallowing another mouthful of water. “I’ll admit, I was skeptical.”
“Skeptical?” Ian repeated, grunting. “Yeah, I’d say you were adamantly against the whole thing, mate.”
“First, you’ve been living in London too long,” Declan shot back. “You’re American, not English. Second, yeah, I was pretty fucking against it. But her sweet ass changed my mind.”
Ian smirked at him. “Wait until you try her pussy.”
Declan grinned around the rim of his bottle, his dark eyes going to the bed. “I won’t be waiting much longer.”
I glanced at my stirring female on the mattress, my pulse kicking up a notch at the sight. “Yes,” I agreed. “Not much longer.”
I pushed away from the wall I’d been leaning against and went to her. She’d been wiped clean, her cunt still glistening from the washcloth I’d run between her thighs. I bent to nibble her clit, wanting to test her awareness, and smiled when she jolted back to life, her eyes flying open in response to my not-so-gentle bite.
She was swollen and sore, but she could take more. We’d just have to coax her into it. Her eyes met mine as I laved at her sweet little button, and her gasp of pleasure-pain went straight to my groin. Her hands reacted, her fingers lacing through my hair to tug me away, causing me to cluck my tongue in response.
“Declan?” I called.
He didn’t need me to tell him what I wanted; he was already there grabbing her wrists to pull them back over her head. “Bad, pet,” he chastised, securing her hands with one of his own.
She squirmed in response, her eyes taking on that sheen I adored. “Too much,” she breathed.
“You’ll endure it,” I told her, very aware of how much she could handle.
Ian sauntered over with a fresh bottle of cold water that he rolled across her nipple, causing her to hiss at the contact, her back bowing off the bed. He grinned and unscrewed the cap, then took a small pull from the top before bending over to release the liquid into her mouth. She swallowed instantly, her throat likely sore from all the screaming. “Want more?” he asked her while I gave her another stern lick below.
She bucked up against my mouth, confusion racing through her features as she nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she managed to say, her throat working as she tried to catch up to what was happening.
I could practically hear her thoughts.
Master Luka never plays, she’d be telling herself.He only ever watches.
Yes, while that was true, tonight we would be trying something a little different. And I’d ease her into it with my mouth against her sweet pussy.
Declan watched as Ian fed her more water from his mouth before taking the bottle for himself and repeating the gesturewith his own version of a kiss. Then the two of them traded off, quenching her thirst one hot embrace at a time, never once allowing her to drink straight from the rim, but always from their mouths.
It forced her to accept them into her.
To acknowledge their temporary ownership.
To embrace their sensual claim.
There were very few men I’d allow to do this with my pet, and two of them were in this room.
She started to vibrate beneath my tongue, her clit throbbing with the warning of a pending climax. I hummed in approval, wanting her to leap off that edge into oblivion, just so I could drive her there again.
She’d already come twice.