Page 35 of Ride Me

Chapter 7

The two men shared a speaking glance, and Ben got to his knees. “Turn around, Allegra. Look at me.”

His blue eyes held a strange mixture of melancholy and desire, mirroring what she was feeling. She couldn’t stop her body’s reaction to what she’d just experienced, what she was about to experience. But a part of her regretted her need, and the fact that Rousseau might hate her for giving in to it.

Ben smiled, his hands cupping her jaw. “Never. He cares about you, Legs. They both do.” His eyes darkened with desire. “Hell, I do, too. But this is all I’ll get, sweet Allegra. And all of a sudden I’m wondering why I didn’t snatch you up for myself.”

Because you’re in love with someone else, she thought, wondering if he could feel what she was thinking.

Hot breath caressed the nape of her neck, and she heard the sound of ripping foil behind her.

“Every dirty and depraved thing I want.” Bone Daddy’s harsh growl sent a powerful shudder down her spine. “That’s what you agreed to. Well, now I want you to bend over and suck Ben dry while I make your ass mine.”

She was too stunned to breathe. This was Ben in front of her, her confidant. Her friend. She’d agreed to this to get Rousseau, but one man at a time was always more than enough for her. If she did this with Ben, would she be any different than Rousseau’s greedy father?

“I can hear you thinking, cher. If you left one man’s bed to go to another you could worry. We know who and what you want. All we want is to please you. Taste him, Allegra. Let me watch.”

Allegra whimpered, her skin flushing with revealing heat.

Ben’s smile was wicked as he reached for the bowl. “Honey rum. Your research must have taught you how much the spirits love rum.”

Rousseau reached over his shoulder to dip his fingers in the liquid. “The others haven’t tasted Allegra. She’s far more intoxicating.” She felt him trace damp lines on her lower back, the cheeks of her ass.

Ben drenched his own fingers with the liqueur, drizzling it on his hard shaft. It smelled delicious. Her mouth watered and she grabbed his wrist, sucking his fingers into her mouth and licking them clean.

Bone Daddy growled against her shoulder, and Ben tensed.

“Shit, Legs.” He gathered her hair gently in one fist, holding it back from her face. Ever the gentleman. She released him, noticing how the rum made her lips tingle.

Allegra trembled between them, her body wound tight with excitement and desire. “BD? What I saw in the club, am I right in thinking those weren’t just my fantasies and desires?”

“You are. You longed to see and be seen. You wanted to be with me. But you were filled with a curiosity that intrigued me, so I let you see what others wanted, but were too afraid to take.”

“And that one thing?”

Bone Daddy’s laugh was subdued. “It wasn’t him, no.”

When Ben looked at her, a question in his eyes, she followed her instincts and said, “You’re wrong about her, Ben.”

His smile disappeared. “What?”

“You think she doesn’t want you, but she’s good at hiding things. Especially from the people she’s closest to.” She lowered her head and lightly licked the sweet, sticky liquid off the head of Ben’s cock. Salty and sweet. Potent. “That night? I saw her doing this to you.”

She opened her mouth wide over his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep inside.

She heard the surprise in Ben’s inhalation, felt his erection harden further in her mouth. He gripped her head, and she knew he was sensing the truth of what she’d said about Michelle at the same time he was reveling in the feel of her mouth.

It was the Loa, she knew. Nothing she said or admitted to felt awkward or wrong. No desire felt unforgivable. She wanted to please Ben. Wanted to help Michelle. Wanted to obey Bone Daddy.

Needed Rousseau.

He was licking her skin, tasting the rum he’d drawn on her flesh. She arched against his mouth greedily.

A cooler liquid poured between the cheeks of her ass and she shivered, moaning against Ben’s cock. Strong, callused fingers rubbed it in, and then his thumb was pressing against her ass once more. Gently now. Hesitantly.

Allegra raised her head from Ben to look over her shoulder. Rousseau was struggling against the Loa again. And he’d bitten his lip so hard it was bleeding. His battle for control as he watched her with Ben, as he tried to force BD to slow things down, was painfully apparent. He was fighting this too hard. She had to do something.

“I want you to fuck me, Rousseau. Any way you want. Any way Bone Daddy wants.”

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