Page 27 of Lords of Misrule
She looks up at me then, her eyes bright with want, and she runs her tongue over her lower lip as she waits for me. I follow them over, undoing my belt and pants. I pull myself out and give my cock a stroke to take the edge off. The way she’s looking at me, how perfect her body is—it’s already too fucking good for me to take. A moment later though when her eyes land on my cock, going wide at my size, I can’t help the grin that comes to my face.
I shouldn’t gloat. It won’t help when it comes to his temper. But it helps my ego, and knowing he’s touched her first, made her come years ago before I could—at least I have this. Her desperate to take me down even when she’s in his lap.
Her hand wraps around me, and her tongue darts out, sliding down the underside of my cock as her hand slips over me. A low moan comes out of me, and her eyes lift to my face.
“That’s a good girl. Look at me. I want to see your eyes when you suck me.” I brush a bit of hair out of her face and then thread my fingers through the violet strands when she takes me in her mouth. She’s tentative at first, sucking on the tip and letting her hand do most of the work, nervously taking more of me with each pass.
“Take all of me, Charlotte. I know you can.”
She takes me deeper then, letting me bump the back of her throat as she sucks and licks my cock. She’s messy when she does it, moaning softly and generous with every touch and taste she takes. I slip my hand around the back of her head, tightening my grip in her hair.
“Let me help?” I meet her eyes, and she closes them in acknowledgment. I grip her hair and pull her closer and push her back, fucking her face slowly as she works the base of my cock with her hand.
My eyes shift to Rowan, checking in to make sure he’s not losing his mind over how much she’s enjoying this. But his hands are all over her, and he’s kissing a trail down her spine as she writhes in his lap. I can see how desperate she is to be touched but he withholds it from her, teasing her with his hands up her inner thigh and then bypassing her clit to grip her hips instead.
“You need to be touched, don’t you? So wet and desperate to come.” I look down at her, and her eyes open again, acknowledging the damage we’re doing to her composure and the fact that he won’t touch her with a soft moan around my cock.
I look at him, and his eyes are open now, he looks up at me. I expect to see more anger there that I’ve inserted myself where he doesn’t want me but there’s none. Just lust and something like reverence while he watches her. She grinds back on him as she moves and his eyes shutter, hands going to her hips to pull her down on him. She must feel how hard he is because she moans again, and the vibrations take me so close to the edge that I’m the one who’s desperate now.
Fifteen
Charlotte
I’m overwhelmed by the feeling of power at having both of them like this—Rowan hard beneath me while I writhe over his lap, and Finn so perfectly thick and hard in my mouth. My whole body is on fire, and Rowan’s hands are everywhere all at once: down my sides, over my breasts, teasing his fingers over my inner thighs as he kisses and licks his way down my spine. I’m just greedy enough to want more—to have them both come for me.
I can tell Rowan wants his own turn. The way he’s holding back. How quiet he is letting Finn play the good guy.
“So close,” Finn mutters, his eyes shuttering, and I pick up my pace. I suck, lick, and moan my way over his cock until he’s gripping my hair tight and fucking my mouth closer to his release. He starts to pull back, and I look up at him, pleading with my eyes to let me have all of him, and he relents. The warmth of him breaks over my tongue, and I swallow him down as fast as I can, turned on even more by the way he watches me.
“Fuck, you’re good at that, Charlotte. So good for me.” He finishes off, his eyes so soft and adoring that I melt a little under his gaze. His fingers brush over my lips and he gently cups my chin.
Rowan brings me back to reality when his fingers brush over my clit, and I realize how needy I am to have my own release.
“Fuck that was hot. She’s soaked through my pants,” Rowan mutters.
“She deserves to come after that. So fucking perfect,” Finn’s voice is raspier than normal, like some of it’s been stolen away from him, and he runs his fingers under my chin one last time before he collapses next to Rowan on the couch.
“That true? You think you deserve to come?” Rowan asks me as his fingertips tease me again.
“No, but I want to,” I answer. I slip out of his grasp for a moment, turning around and facing him. I’m not prepared for the look on his face. All the irritation and taunting that’s usually there is gone, replaced by lust. The pure unadulterated kind that almost looks like adoration. My heart stutters in response to it.
“We both could,” I whisper, leaning forward to brush my lips over his. I expect coldness in response, but he kisses me back with a rough sort of intensity that has me wanting more.
I wantthisRowan. The one who’s cracked open, a glimmer of the man I hope is somewhere inside. I reach for his pants, making quick work of the button and zipper there, pulling him out. I run my hand over him. He’s almost as big as Finn, probably longer but not quite as thick. But he still feels perfect in my hands as I stroke him again, and he closes his eyes, pulling his lower lip between his teeth.
“Put me inside,” he groans the command.
I hesitate, and he senses it. His eyes open and his eyebrow raises in question and then falls again.
“He just came down your throat and you didn’t wonder.”
“He doesn’t hate me.”
“I’m good, and I assume the professor means birth control and condoms.”
I nod.
“Then take me so your cunt can know what a real cock feels like.”
