Page 77 of Deathless
“So good,” Torr praised, stroking down my back. Then he said the words that sparked a thrill in me like nothing else.
“You’re going to take us both so well.”
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Fuck, just hearing Torr’s words felt like they could spark another orgasm from me.
My gaze rolled toward the bed, once again remembering our audience. Devin and Hudson were facing each other now, kissing aggressively. Their bodies rolled and hands were hidden between each other. Hudson’s back was to us, his inked skin rippling across taut muscles.
Hudson’s fist gripped the hair at Devin’s nape, which was making the long, dark strands come loose as the men plundered each other’s mouths. With a groan, Hudson kissed the other man’s jaw, making his way down Devin’s neck.
And Devin looked over Hudson’s shoulder to stare straight at me.
His dark eyes were hooded with lust, but no less sharp as they focused on me, his hand gripping Hudson’s ass to bring the other man’s leg over his waist. Devin’s torso rolled and I could imagine their cocks sliding against each other, just on the other side of Hudson’s hip. I wondered if they were making a sticky mess with precum, how each of them would feel in my hand.
“Like what you’re seeing?” The question came from Torr, his hand running along my shoulders and upper back. “You like watching them fuck each other?” His mouth came to my ear. “Or do you want them to fuck you?”
I shuddered at the question, fresh desire lighting up my spine and all my sensitive points.
“Keep watching them while we fuck you.” Torr gripped my nape, massaging and squeezing. “Let their pleasure become yours. And who knows?” He nipped my earlobe. “Maybe one of them will let you finish him off if you’re lucky.”
A soft moan left my throat. Devin. It was Devin I really wanted to touch that way. That would be up to him and Hudson, but from the way he continued to watch me, I had a feeling he wanted it just as much as I did.
“Paloma.” Santos’ sweet, pleading voice cut into my thoughts. “Please ride me. I’m dying to feel you.”
Hearing him beg was like a shot of power through my veins. Instantly, I recalled my control, my responsibility to dominate him well.
I stood from the floor, breaking eye contact with Devin to turn to my powerful gladiator, trussed up and helpless only to me. “I’ll use my good little fuck toy whenever I damn well please.”
Santos’ eyes lit up, his cock standing even higher at attention with a cute little twitch. “Yes, paloma,” he purred.
“Lucky for you,” I braced my hands on his shoulders, straddling my legs over the seat of his thighs, “I could go for a nice ride right now.”
“Oh God, yes,” he hissed. “Ride me like you own me.”
I hovered over him, just barely letting his wide head kiss my slick folds. “You don’t have the right to make demands,” I reminded him sternly. “Ask correctly, or I’ll leave you here.”
“I’m sorry,” he panted, squirming under his bonds. “Will you please ride me, paloma? I’m dying to worship your sweet cunt with my cock. Please, I would feel so honored.”
How could a girl say no to that? I kissed him deeply, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as I slowly lowered down. His reverent moan into my mouth was delicious and full of longing.
“That’s my good boy,” I breathed when we broke apart, raising my hips only to lower down and take him fully. “You’re so good to me, Santos.”
“You’re everything to me,” he said roughly, his forehead on mine. “The world, the sun. Absolutely everything.”
I knew he meant every word, and for a moment, it was just us. I held his face through another achingly perfect kiss. Giving this man everything he wanted and deserved would never make up for what he had been through. But I would spend the rest of my life trying my best.
The moment I lifted up again, I felt the heat of Torr’s chest on my back. “Stay there for me,” he whispered darkly.
My thighs were already burning from the effort, and I was practically on my toes.
“Lean on me,” Santos urged. “I got you, paloma.”
“You do,” I agreed, letting my weight rest on him while Torr nudged at my back entrance. “You have me, always.”
“Tell me if I need to stop.” Torr nipped at my shoulder while he pressed through in short thrusts.
