Page 51 of On Your Knees

“He’s going to lube you up really well. Use your safe word if it hurts too much.”

I nod, my palms and knees digging into the soft carpet as his finger slides into my ass. I’m exposed, every sense alive, wanting more. Then her hand touches my jaw and I freeze, my heart pounding like it might give me away. Her lips brush against mine, just once, and it steals the air from my lungs. I didn’t expect it to feel likethat—not soft, but electric. Then her mouth claims mine like it needs me, and I kiss her back, craving the connection. The blindfold makes it worse—no, better because I cannot see her, but I canfeelher. Every second sets my blood on fire.

I moan into her mouth as the masked man pumps his fingers into my ass. It feels incredible, and I don’t know why I waited so long to experience this, but I’m glad I did.

“I think you’re ready for his cock. Don’t worry, he’ll be gentle. Once he’s in, my girl will slip beneath you. Are you ready to be fucked and fuck at the same time? Consider yourself lucky—even I haven’t had them both together at the same time.”

My head is ripped away from the woman and fabric presses against the side of my face.

“I don’t like feeling jealous, Arlo. Should I feel jealous of you?”

I swallow and shake my head, but they wouldn’t be here if they didn’t want this again. It was supposed to be a one-time thing.

“Good, because I think I might enjoy sharing them with you. Now, are you going to take his cock like a good boy?”

“Yes,” I pant as the masked man rims my ass with his cock and then presses against me. It burns slightly as he pushes inside, but he kisses my shoulder, his blunt fingernails feathering against my skin, helping to distract me and turn me on. Once he pushes all the way in, he stills, giving me a chance to adjust to his size. He reaches beneath me and wraps his hand around my length, his thumb gliding across the tip, making me want more.

“I think you’re ready for her now.”

I can’t see what’s happening, but I feel her body slide beneath me. She slips under me perfectly, backing herself up as the masked man lines my cock up with her pussy. My entire world combusts at the connection. He pulls back and thrusts into my ass, setting off a chain reaction of me thrusting into the woman. I have never felt something so magical—it’s almost like I have stepped through a portal and I’m no longer the nerdy guy who is too scared to talk to people.

We all move together slowly until we find a rhythm. The woman is moaning, not as vocal as normal, and when she comes hard around me, her scream is muffled. Herwarmth wraps around me so tightly it sends a flood of euphoria straight to my cock and I explode.

“That’s a good boy. You fucked my girl to orgasm, and now it’s time for my man to fuck you into next week.”

“Mmm,” is all I can manage as my hips are grabbed tight and the man thrusts into me hard and fast. It’s no longer about my pleasure, but his, and my heart warms as he uses me. It’s then that I realize I love being used for pleasure.

The weight of him presses into my back, his bare chest warm against me as he leans in. Breath skims over my skin just before his lips graze my shoulder, followed by the sharp bite of teeth sinking into my flesh, pulling a gasp from my throat. He swells inside me, every inch of him claiming me.

His teeth bite deeper until he fills my ass with his cum. When he releases my flesh, his tongue sweeps across where he has marked me, but when he pulls back, the sting makes me want more. To be marked by them, officially claimed as theirs. I stay where I am and let him take his time, my pulse thundering in my ears, while my body arches under his like it knows exactly who it belongs to. Which is fucking wild because I don’t even know who they are. This needs to change, I mentally scold myself. If they seek me out again, I will demand to know who they are. I didn’t think I was the type to wear my heart on my sleeve, but apparently I am, and I’m not sorry about it either.

Chapter Nineteen

Aspen

My days off are always busy. Today I managed to squeeze in a visit with my grandmother, but there has been no change. She didn’t remember me; she thought I was a new nurse taking her for her walk. I live for the times she remembers me—those days I drop everything and rush down there, but they are now few and far between.

My first payout from the collab content on the View4U app hit my bank account today, and I sent Arlo his portion. I have never seen so many zeros in my life, all from posting clips online, and not even the sex part. I also did some shopping to make myself feel better, but itdidn’t work. And as I pull into the garage, I realize I’m glad to be home.

Home is a funny word for me. It was always my grandmother who made a house feel like home, and nowhere has ever felt that way since I moved out on my own. Until now.

I unload the car and make two trips upstairs to get everything to my room. Once I’m done, I undress and slip on one of Ridge’s business shirts. I do this so that when he watches me, he can see me in his clothes. I love when he gets possessive and growls over the speakers. He and Zeland are off at the golf club or something today. Zeland offered to come visit my gran, but I declined. I need to spend all the time I can with her, and as selfish as it sounds, I don’t want to share her time with him.

“Turn on songs I can dance to,” I say to the intelligent audio system, and wait eagerly for it to create a playlist.

“Okay, turning on songs you can dance to.”

“I Wanna Dance with Somebody” filters through the speakers, and I sing and dance my way into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out the cake Ronny made for us. I don’t bother cutting a slice. Instead, I get a fork and eat it straight from the serving plate. Ridge hates it when I do it, but his punishing spanks when he catches me are totally worth it. In fact, all he’s succeeded in doing is make me want to be naughtier.

Grabbing a bottle of water, I hear a throat clear behind me, and I turn with a smile on my face. It quickly falls when I see Genevieve standing there and not Ridge.

“Ridge isn’t here,” I tell her.

She looks me up and down, and I see her jaw tighten when she recognizes Ridge’s shirt.

“I know,” she replies.

“Then why are you here, Genevieve? Ridge doesn’t like people in his space unannounced.”

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