Page 60 of A Worthy Opponent
“That’s right. Just like that.” Gaeton is too big for Hook to be able to touch me in our current position, but his voice does the work for him, licking along my exposed skin, a pleasure so acute I can barely handle it. He slaps Gaeton’s ass. “Slow. Tease her back to the edge.” His grin is downright wicked. “Try not to get too distracted by my cock in your ass.”
Gaeton’s laugh rumbles through my lower half, and he rests his forehead against my lower stomach. “Do your worst, Hook.” He sounds a little hazy, as if he’s drunk. I’ve seen Gaeton down half a fifth and be no worse for wear, so it’s not the single shot that’s put him in this headspace. It’s Hook. The dance of dominance and submission, the cascading relief of handing the decisions to another person for a little while. And pleasure. So much pleasure.
Hook gives a laugh of his own. “Don’t worry. I will.” And then he starts to move. To fuck Gaeton in a relentless pounding rhythm that has the other man’s hands spasming on my hips, his breath harsh against my pussy.
They’re so beautiful, I can’t stand it. Gaeton is like some massive canvas that’s been laid out for our pleasure, and even as he keeps my hips caged, he’s not really in charge. Behind him, Hook moves in rough strokes that put every muscle beneath his medium brown skin in stark relief. He’s not holding back. He’s not afraid he’s going to break Gaeton. He knows the other man can take everything he has to give, and he’s fully intending to push him right to the edge.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
Hook’s laugh is pure evil. “Sounds like you’re distracted, my friend.”
Gaeton shakes his head, the move dragging his mouth across my sensitive flesh. “Not even a little.”
“Mmm.” Hook barely pauses in his rhythm. “If you can’t multitask, I’ll have to slow down.”
Gaeton moves so fast, I let loose a squeak of surprise. He wedges his hands under my ass and lifts me to his face. There is no finesse in this tongue fucking. Desperation drives him, and it’s a heady thing to be on the receiving end of.
“Do you want to fuck her again?” Hook drops the words like a well-timed bomb. Gaeton lifts his head and blinks at me with pleasure-drugged eyes. Hook doesn’t miss a single beat. “Do you want to sink into that tight pussy while I’m balls deep in your ass?”
“Yeah,” Gaeton grinds out.
Hook lets the silence spin out between us, anticipation building with each second that ticks past. His arrogant smile hits me a beat before his answer. “No.” He grips the bigger man’s shoulder and thrusts deep. He can’t quite reach Gaeton’s ear from his position, but that doesn’t stop him. “But I’ll let her stroke your cock, my friend. I’ll let her tell you where she wants you to come.”
Gaeton is staring at me like he’s seen the sun, as if he’s not seeing me at all, but something far beyond the confines of this room. “She loves that shit.”
“Yes. She does.” Hook looks up and holds my gaze. “Tell us, beautiful girl. Where do you want Gaeton’s come?”
Sheer lust weighs down my tongue, and it takes me several tries to speak. “My breasts.”
Calculation flickers through Hook’s dark gaze, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that he’s going to make a mess of me tonight. Of all three of us.
I can’t fucking wait.
Hook smacks Gaeton’s hip. “Back.”
It takes a little maneuvering, but we end up with them standing next to the bed, Gaeton bent over and bracing his hands on the mattress, me on my knees before him. He’s tall enough to make it work, and I give myself a moment to justenjoy the sight of his big cock. I give him a stroke, but it’s not right. “Hook.”
I can’t see him, but I don’t have to in order to hear the satisfaction in his voice. “You want to suck him.”
No lies between us. Not tonight. It doesn’t even occur to me to try. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do it.”
I take Gaeton into my mouth and he shudders. Whether it’s from my tongue against the underside of his cock or the fact that Hook’s resumed brutally fucking him, I have no idea. It doesn’t matter. As Hook said, this is comfort.
I lose myself in sucking Gaeton’s cock. I’ve had some practice, but it’s still a hell of a job, and my jaw begins to ache. His rough curse brings me up short. “Tink, now.”
I barely get my mouth off him in time. He comes across my chest in great spurts and, holy shit, it feels dirty and decadent and oh so wrong. I shiver a little and give him one last stroke before I slump back against the mattress.
The position gives me an idea, though. I run one hand over Gaeton’s thick thigh and reach between their spread legs with my other to cup Hook’s balls. His strangled curse makes me smile.
At least until his voice lashes me. “Gaeton, on the bed. Tink, on your feet.”
I scramble to obey. I’m sticky and a little sore, but we’re not through yet. Hook tumbles Gaeton onto the mattress on his back and grips me by the back of my neck. Not hard enough to hurt, but a steadying rock-solid contact. He moves closer behind me, not quite enough to touch, but I swear I can feel the heat rolling off his body. “Are you sated, beautiful girl?”
Again, it doesn’t even register that I should lie. “No.” I lick my lips. “I don’t know if I ever will be.” Not when it comes to everything Hook seems determined to give me. I want tosoak up his attention, his touch, hisloveuntil it fills me to the brim and chases away the last of the shadows lingering in my soul.
He gives my neck a light squeeze and lifts his voice. “And you, Gaeton?”
