Page 108 of Wicked Minds
“I—” The words die in my throat, unable to give him what he wants.
I see it flash across his face, in the tensing of his jaw, when he realizes it. “That’s okay, Ry. You will. I’ve waited five years for you; I can wait a little longer while I prove to you that you own all of me.” Using his firm grip on the base of my skull, he turns me to face Logan, who is watching us, mouth agape and pupils blown. “All ofus.”
Logan nods mutely in agreement, eyes lasered in on mine.
My lips part, my tongue flicking out as my blood heats with their declaration. With the sincerity of their words, I can feel pulsing through the air and leaving no oxygen with which to argue.
“Now, I know your cunt is dripping with the thought of tasting both of us,” Royce purrs, tone scraping like gravel against my skin. When I don’t move, he nudges me out of his lap. “Get on your knees in front of Logan.”
I blink down at him, desire whirling his irises into a molten cerulean blue that has me clenching my thighs. I might not be able to give him all of me, but I can give him this little bit of trust.
His eyes flare when I push out of his lap, and I get the sense my trust in him means more than he could ever express—at least not with words. Like I’ve said before, our bodies do all the talking, and right now they’re singing.
Shifting my focus from Royce, I move around the table toward Logan. My eyes remain on his, watching as he lifts his hand to brush his thumb across his lower lip, dark chestnut orbs drinking me in as I approach. He turns in his chair, parting his legs so I can step between them.
“Shortcake,” he rasps, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Placing my hands on his jean-clad thighs, I lower to my knees, and he releases an agonized groan. My gaze dips to the blatant bulge in his pants, and I lick my lips, suddenly desperate to taste him. Especially given he got his first taste of me this morning. I’m aching to return the favor.
“I’ve imagined how it’ll feel when my cock disappears into that sweet, sweet mouth of yours since I watched you swallow Royce,” he confesses, voice ragged. “Although I don’t want you to do something you aren’t ready for.”
“I am,” I assure him. Meeting his stare, I confess, “I’m broken beyond repair, but you showed me I’m not as wrecked as I once believed. I don’t need you to treat me with kid gloves.” One side of my lips tilts in a melancholy smile. “In the realm of brokenness, there is one advantage: the remaining fragments are immune to further shattering.”
Reaching out a hand, he cups my cheek, his thumb skimming my bottom lip. “You make broken look absolutely stunning.”
Holding his gaze, my hands creep up his thighs until my palm glides over his hard length and he hisses a pained breath. Reaching higher, I pop the button of his jeans, inching the zipperover his erection before tugging them and his boxers over his hips.
His cock juts proudly in front of him, already swollen with need and leaking precum, as I wrap my hand around the silky skin. Glancing up through my eyelashes, I hold his unblinking stare as I lower my lips, my tongue flicking out, desperate for that first taste. Sweet, just like him.
“Fuck, Shortcake,” he groans, already losing it, and I’ve barely touched him. “Wrap your lips around me. I need to feel you.”
I suction my lips around his head, flattening my tongue as I lower myself over him. My skin blushes at the hiss that slips between his clenched teeth, his eyes watching riveted as I take him into my mouth.
His head falls back, and I can feel his thighs trembling with the need to thrust before I pull back, swirling my tongue around his tip before taking him into my mouth again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses under his breath, bringing his gaze back to mine as I bring him to the edge.
So absorbed in Logan’s pleasure, I don’t notice Royce move to crouch behind me until his heat envelops my back, his breath dancing across my skin and soaking my panties further.
“Do you see it?” he rasps in my ear, one hand on my hip as the other slides beneath the waistband of the leggings I haphazardly threw on this morning. “You’re unraveling him.You.” His nose drags up the column of my neck and he inhales, his fingers pressing down on my bundle of nerves through the soaking fabric of my panties and making me whimper around Logan’s length. “You hold all the power—over him. Over me. Overus.” His lips trail across my temple, fingers slipping beneath the lining of my panties and spearing my wet heat. He holds them still inside me, shredding me apart with his words. “Even on your knees, you wear your crown with grace, forstrength isn't defined by standing tall but by rising every time you fall."
Tears that had been welling in my eyes overflow, partly from Logan’s dick buried in my throat and partly from my breaking at Royce’s words.
“You think you’re broken?” Royce continues, fingers slowly sinking into me and sending my heart aflutter. “Then let us piece you back together. We’ll create the most beautiful mosaic of resilience, of harmonious imperfection.”
As if by magic, all the ripped apart shreds done by his decimating kiss slowly start to realign, threaded together with Logan’s glowing strands and Royce’s grit, the combination forming an unbreakable bond that fills me with light that shines from the inside out.
Or maybe that’s the orgasm hurriedly creeping up on me.
“Fuck, yes, Shortcake,” Logan groans, on the verge of coming apart. “Come with me in your mouth so I can fill you with my cum and lick the taste of us off your lips.”
Fingers pumping into me, Royce swirls the pad of his thumb around my clit, and I explode. My cries are muffled by Logan’s cock as he threads his fingers through my hair and buries himself in the back of my throat, grunting his release.
Limp and dazed, he effortlessly hauls me up his body, licking the remnants from my lips before twisting his tongue with mine and stealing the last of my resolve.
We’re both breathing heavily by the time we break away, and he shifts me on his lap so he can tuck me protectively against him, and I curl into the comfort, my heart slamming against my ribs and a content sigh slipping up the back of my throat.
Royce gets to his feet while remaining bent at the waist, so we’re at eye level as he steals my attention. “You’re right, James. The advantage of being broken lies in the unbreakable nature of what remains. You are a testament to the endurance of thehuman spirit. Your pieces may bear the marks of struggle, but they also reflect the light of hope. It’s in that light that I’ve found my salvation. That Logan sees his future.
