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“Not yet.” Reaper wiped his brow, biting back a wider smile. “I’ve been attacking Chicken Village for the past hour and was gonna grab a quick shower.”
He didn’t move from the doorway, the unspoken question hanging in the air. Shadow and I quickly glanced at each other, the two of us grinning impishly. Still, Reaper was considerate enough not to be presumptuous.
“I’ll just shower downstairs if you want to—“
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Shadow barked. “Join us.”
Seven
MARIPOSA
Once he got the clear invitation, Reaper wasted no time. He kicked off his boots and tore out of the rest of his clothing with a speed that was almost comical. One of these days, I’d have to make the guys do nice, slow stripteases for me.
“You smell sweet, sugar. Did you just have a bath?” Reaper walked on his knees across the bed, and I leaned away from Shadow to greet him with a kiss.
“Yes, and Shadow was nice enough to lotion me up.”
Reaper clicked his tongue. “Such a shame to dirty you up again.”
“A tragedy,” Shadow mused, returning his hands to my hips to press deeper inside me with a small thrust. He’d stayed hard and inside me the whole time we’d been kissing, and now my body stretched deliciously to receive more of him.
Reaper held my face and kissed me in a similar way, but with his signature roughness that sent wild thrills down my spine. He conquered my mouth, tongue pressing inside and lips scraping against mine. The weight of his hand kept me still as Shadow began a slow rocking motion of his hips.
I moaned into Reaper's mouth, relishing in the feeling of being trapped between them. Reaper scooted closer, bringing a deep arch to my back as his punishing kiss never relented. I groped up his thighs, feeling my way to his cock, only to have my hand batted away.
Reaper chuckled at my whine, his grip sliding to my throat as he broke the kiss with an evil smile.
"You get me in your pussy and nowhere else today," he said. "Once Shadow gets you nice and slick for me."
I whimpered through Shadow's thrusts dragging through me with increasing intensity, the way he stretched and filled me taking my breath away to desperate gasps. Reaper's hand on my throat was light enough for me to breathe, but I still couldn't beg and whine at him like I wanted to.
"Want to touch you," I whispered, skimming my fingertips up his leg once more, only to be denied again.
"I know." Reaper dropped another harsh kiss to my mouth, catching my lip in his teeth as he pulled away. "But I want to fuck you hard and make you come on my cock until you fucking can’t anymore."
Shadow let out a groan behind me, the force of his hips snapping harder against my ass. He released my waist with one hand to crack his palm against my left cheek, the fire and sting making me cry out.
"Fuck, look at what you're doing to me." Reaper released my throat to grab my hair, angling my head down to see his erection swinging stiffly between our bodies, woefully untouched.
"Can I just taste you a little?" My voice was barely audible over the crashing of Shadow's thrusts against my ass, but Reaper heard me just fine.
He yanked my head back, fist tightening in my hair as he grazed that cocksure smile against my lips. "Taste me all you want, sugar."
I groaned out my frustration but opened my mouth to accept the kiss anyway. If I couldn't suck him, my tongue on his was better than nothing.
I never knew when these games would crop up with him, always just as torturous as they were fun. He never did this when we were alone together. When it was just us, sex was an indulgent, full-body experience, and he held nothing back.
While with the others, he liked to play. Sometimes he controlled the scene, deciding what I would be allowed or denied, but always with the intent of heightening my pleasure in the end.
It was a healthy outlet for him, I realized. The club was no longer as active as it once was, and Reaper had come a long way since loosening up on his controlling tendencies. But the bedroom was where I craved his control and where he excelled at it.
"Fuck," Shadow growled out. His thrusts grew hurried, desperate. He crashed into me at full force, using me to chase his pleasure that was just out of reach. The drag of his heavy cock through me hit every nerve ending and made me squirm in Reaper's steel grip.
"Oh, look at you, loving getting fucked so much." Reaper placed both hands on me now, one in my hair and the other on my throat. He held me still for Shadow to pound into me, the rough clap of our bodies echoing off the walls. At any point, the others could come inside and know exactly what was happening. And that heightened the thrill even more.
"I'm getting so close." Shadow's gruff voice hovered close to my ear, his forehead touching near Reaper's hand on the back of my head. "Fuck, it's just too good."
"Touch her. Make her come before I take her," Reaper ordered. His grip tightened along the pulse points in my neck, lips hovering over mine in a kiss just out of my reach. "Do you love Shadow's cock splitting you apart, sugar?"
