Page 64 of Revelry

“Well?” she says folding her arms across her chest. “We’re all here. Let’s talk.”

I take a step towards her and grasp the nape of her neck, drawing her towards me, kissing her hard, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth as deep as I can go without slipping down her throat. I slide my other hand into her hair and pull hard, exposing the soft pale line of her throat to me. I trail my tongue over it, tasting her sweet skin, becoming lost in the sounds of her breath as it rushes from her lungs. Levi moves behind her and we share a look. He grins, his gaze challenging as he presses against her back, brushing the hair from her neck, laying soft kisses against her skin. Her eyes close and her tongue darts out to lick her full bottom lip.

“I thought we were just going to talk?” she whispers, her body pressing against Levi’s lips. He yanks her tank down roughly, baring her breasts to me. I cup them in my hands and squeeze, drawing a gasp from Ali. I bend and clamp my teeth down over one perfectly rounded pink nipple while I pinch the other between my finger and thumb, rolling the bud gently in my grip. Never one to be outdone, Levi runs his hands across her ribcage and down her abdomen, slipping inside her little sleep shorts.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, and I shoot him a questioning glance. “No panties, Red?”

Ali lets out a strangled gasp and she bites her lip as if she’s embarrassed, but that only adds fuel to an already scorching fire. Levi slips his hand free from her waistband and sucks his fingers clean, and that insane jealousy that ate me alive the morning I found them together in his hotel room flares inside me once more. I drop to my knees and tug her shorts sharply down her thighs, exposing the neat little triangle of pubic hair there. I meet her gaze up the length of her body as she steps out of the thin cotton pyjamas.

Wrapping my hand around her ankle, I lift her leg and place her heel on my shoulder so that her pussy is exposed to me. Levi cups her breasts from behind, squeezing them hard as he mouths her neck, biting and sucking her tender flesh. I part her lips with my fingers, playing in the warm wetness. Thrusting my fingers inside, I spread her open as she gasps and bucks her hips forward, a silent plea to take her in my mouth. I remove my fingers from her body and suck them clean. She trembles. I hold her gaze, and then I cover her clit and suck.

“Oh Coop,” she moans, threading her fingers in my hair, tugging it hard. I smile against her slick cunt, knowing that I own her in this moment—even though there’s another man in the room with us. I own all of her, the way I’m supposed to. She can pretend to hate me all she wants, she can pretend that she doesn’t want me, but I own her arse, and I intend to prove it to the both of them.

I ease my fingers back inside her, not far enough to actually get her off, just far enough to see her squirm as she tries to sink them farther in by gyrating her hips. I suck at her clit, releasing it each time she thrusts her hips towards me.

Levi pulls her arm up, resting it at the back of his neck. He licks and sucks along the line of her jaw before capturing her mouth with his. I use that moment to drive her to distraction, and shove my fingers all the way inside, forcing her to break the kiss and suck in a sharp gasp. Her eyes meet mine and they’re burning with so much of the fire that I see in her when she’s pissed at me, a look I see almost daily, only this time her eyes are reflecting more than just anger—there’s need and hunger there, too.

I bury my face in her sweet-tasting cunt and fuck her with my hand while Levi gropes her tits. He plunges his fingers into her mouth and she sucks, like a good girl, and then I feel his hands separating her arse cheeks and then easing a finger into her tight arse. It takes us a moment to work out our rhythm, him fingering her anally and my index and middle fingers hooked inside her, rubbing at her G-spot. We move our hands together, synchronising the movements the way we would our instruments, and then we totally rock her world by playing to the offbeat. Syncopation. Perfect, harmonious chaos. I take her clit in my mouth and suck hard, and Ali loses her shit completely. Her body goes rigid as we push and pull her in all directions, and then she comes, giving over to the spasms that wrack her small frame, and Levi covers her mouth with his free hand to stifle her cries. Her hungry little pussy clenches around my fingers, and I wish it were my dick—but there’s still time for that.

Ali’s legs tremor as she sags against Levi, allowing him to take her weight. I stand, grasping the hem of her tank and lifting it above her head. She raises her arms lethargically above her shoulders and lets them fall to her sides. She doesn’t touch me, and it both intrigues me and pisses me off. I slide my hand over the soft swell of her breast and up around her throat, applying just the smallest hint of pressure as I tilt her head up to mine.

I want her to lean in, but I know she won’t. She’s as stubborn as I am, and despite the fact that we just gave her what was probably the best orgasm of her life, I know she needs me to take the lead. I do, but I won’t kiss her lips. That would be too easy.

I stare down into her hungry gaze, and I smirk before kissing her cheek and trailing my wet mouth across her jaw and down her neck. Levi gently eases her into my arms while he takes a moment to remove his pants, but even then I don’t kiss her. Not the way she wants me to, because I’m not ready to give this power over to her. I’m not ready for her to own me yet, because the last time I let a woman do that, the last time I gave my heart completely to someone else, she walked all over it, and she took my kid, and she left me a fucking mess. That won’t happen again.

I could easily forget myself with Ali; I could easily fall. This here, bringing Levi into this room with us, is more than just me proving a point—it ensures I won’t lose my fucking head. I want her so fucking much my balls tighten every time she walks in the damn room, but I want her on my terms. I want her body, I want to possess every single fucking thought that she has, but I don’t want to fall in love.

Not with her.Maybe not ever again.

Why won’t he kiss me?

I’m about two seconds away from strangling the bastard. Don’t get me wrong—that orgasm was fucking mind-blowing, and my whole body is one big giant wet noodle, but I need more than just sex. I need to feel that he’s as invested in this moment as I am. I need to know this is more than just any regular bang he could get from any one of his groupies. I need …

“Oh God, I need to come,” I moan, as he slides his hand down my body and teases my clit with hard little pinches. Behind me, Levi’s huge length presses into my arse and lower back and I feel a twinge of fear. I know anal is probably not new to either of them—it’s not new to me, apparently, because I couldn’t sit down for several days after Levi and my last little romp without feeling like my arse was on fire—but the two of them together?

How would that work, exactly?And more importantly, who and what would go where?

Coop was still safely tucked inside his jeans, and from the bulge in the front of them, it didn’t look as though he was packing anything under seven inches. I wasn’t entirely sure how any of these pieces would fit together, but seeing Coop’s face wet with my arousal and feeling Levi’s toned, hard body behind me, goddamn was I willing to try. I could take one for the team—or two for the team—as the case may be.

“You already did come,” Coop says in response to my pleas, but instead of intensifying his touch he removes his hand from my body.

Levi snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me away from Cooper. “I’ll make you come, baby.”

“No,” Coop says a little too harshly. “Make her wait.”

He unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down over his hips, exposing more of that deepVon either side that makes women everywhere stupid. His cock juts out proudly from his body, hard and thick. I wrap my hand around his length and squeeze the velvety tip, collecting a drop of pre-come and bringing it to my lips. Coop’s hands press into my shoulders, suggesting I should take a closer look, but I don’t need further coaxing. I drop to my knees, swaying slightly as the bus navigates a bend in the road. I grasp the base with one hand and gently cup his balls with my other. Then I wrap my lips around his cock and take the head into my mouth. His hands fly to my hair immediately and his head drops back.

“Oh fuck,” he groans quietly. Feeling a little more adventurous, I shove him back on the bed and he hits the mattress with a startled laugh. I kneel up and take him in my mouth once more, working my lips and hand along his shaft.

“Fucking wildcat.” Levi chuckles. He drops to his knees, his rigid cock pressing against my back, and I still for a moment, unsure. Lifting my hips, he spreads my legs apart and settles himself behind me, his weight supported on his forearms as he buries his face in my pussy. His deft tongue darts out and slides over my clit, the barbell causing waves of the most incredible friction as he laps at my juices. I bite my lip and twist slightly, my arm shooting back, fingers sliding into his short brown hair, forcing him to give me more, go deeper.

Cooper sits up a ways and fists his hand in my hair, bringing my attention back to him. “Suck,” he commands, and I do. I take him into my mouth with fresh vigour, all the while squirming against Levi’s probing tongue with its wicked little piercing. I moan around Cooper’s cock as I feel my orgasm start to build, but too quickly Levi’s mouth is gone and he presses in against my back. His cock bobs against my sensitised flesh.

“I gotta get inside.”

“No,” Coop says.

“Come on, man,” Levi says through his teeth. “You’re gonna cock block me now?”

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