Page 65 of Wristlocked
“You look ravishing in this, Smalls,” I rasp against her throat. “Good enough to fucking eat.” I give the strap-on a slow stroke, tugging lightly, and she gasps as the curved piece inside her moves against her inner walls. Lyot is trembling on the bed, eyes glued to my fist, his own hands convulsively opening and closing on his thighs.
Much fucking better.
“I think there’s one thing missing, though.” I spin her around, fast enough that she stumbles in the high heels and throws her arms around my neck for balance. I grind my cock against hers, savoring the new sensation, and tilt her head back with a hand on her neck and a thumb under her chin. “I want you wearing my mark when you fuck him,Shadow.” I scrape my teeth across her collarbone and nip at the hollow of her throat. “Where do you want it?”
“Let him choose.” She gives me a defiant look, even as she quakes against me. I tilt my head to look at Lyot over her shoulder.
“Well?”
“Her ass,” he growls.
She laughs, low and throaty, and slides a hand between us, squeezing my cock through my black cotton briefs.
“I think he’s telling you to bite my ass, boss man.”
Using the hand on her neck, I toss her backward so that her knees hit the bed, and she lands on her elbows with her hair spilling across Lyot’s lap. Her smile as she spreads her knees for me is pure fucking sin. Lyot’s eyes are a dark storm, watching us, his hand reaching out to sweep the lovely wildfire of her hair from her shoulders, gathering it in a fist at the nape of her neck.
I crawl up the bed between her thighs, and she draws her knees up, caging my hips. Each cherry nipple gets a tug from my teeth before I lick my way up the column of her throat and hover over her lips. She tilts her chin, questing, but instead of kissing her, I shift forward and run the flat of my tongue up the length of Lyot’s cock.
He tastes like smoke and storm clouds, the delicate skin silky over the steel beneath. His breath hisses through his teeth as he jerks under my tongue, and Gia whimpers, watching. I raise my eyes to him and suck my lower lip into my mouth, capturing the ring in my teeth and releasing it slowly as his chest heaves.
“Flip her over.” I shove myself back to standing. Lyot guides her with his grip on her hair, and she rolls over onto her knees and elbows, laying her cheek against the inside of his thigh and closing her eyes. His hand is gentle in her hair now, the other tracing her cheekbone and the soft bow of her lips. When I lay my palm against one raised ass cheek, she flinches in anticipation, then bites down on Lyot’s thumb when the slap doesn’t come.
Instead, I savor the sight of her. The toy she ended up choosing is not actually that huge, on either end, but she still stretches beautifully around it, and the sea-glass silicone is slick and shiny with her cinnamon nectar. The urge to taste her is so strong I fall to my knees, leaning in to run my tongue around the smooth surface, teasing her entrance.
“Fuck,Gale.” She tries to push back against me, but I hold her in place and make another slow circuit with my tongue, before sucking hard on the thin strip of skin between her greedy pussy and her rosebud ass.
I devour that deviant little morsel next, licking and nipping and, finally, dipping my tongue inside the tight hole to the music of her muffled cries and Lyot’s sharp breathing. Onlywhen she’s a writhing, dripping mess do I release her, sinking my teeth into the delicate dip where her ass meets her inner thigh, until the flesh tears under the assault. She screams as her orgasm rends through her, arching up, and Lyot captures her mouth, tugging her with him as he falls back onto the bed.
I crawl past them, sucking her blood from my teeth, and settle back into the pillows.
“Don’t forget what we’re here for, Shadow,” I admonish. Lyot breaks the kiss, tilting his head back to meet my eyes, and Gia reluctantly peels herself away. “No more orgasms for you until you make him come. You want to fuck like a god, you learn to come last.”
She narrows her eyes at me and strokes her mermaid cock for all the world like she can feel her own hand. It’s hot as fuck, and I kind of want to spank her for it, but not as much as I want to watch her take Lyot apart.
“AndShadow,” I warn. “No cheating.”
“Lyot,” she purrs, just to fucking taunt me. “Shut Gale up.”
I lunge forward, but before I can reach her, Lyot arches off the bed between us, pushing himself up on his elbows without taking his eyes off me. His head hangs back, and I have to bring myself up short or crash into him. It’s an offering, and even though I hate to give her the satisfaction, it’s one I can’t fucking refuse. His mouth is dangerously close to becoming an addiction. I tangle my hand in his sable curls, his lips parting on a groan, and I shut the fuck up and kiss him. Let her run the show if she wants.For now.
I can’t pretend it doesn’t fucking gut me to watch her work him with that voice of hers. When I break the kiss, she’s standing at the edge of the bed with a bottle of lube, and if a part of her is putting on a show for me, the larger part is all for Lyot. I fallback against the pillows and shed my briefs, gripping my cock as it throbs to the timbre of her low commands.
When he’s kneeling before her on the mattress, she squeezes the bottle over his cupped hands and then digs her fingers into his hair while he coats her cock from the tip to the curve where it disappears inside her. He slips his fingers behind the leather straps to tease her clit as she rocks her hips into his hand, and I’m not sure how long I’m going to be able to hold myself back.
She kisses him then, almost tender, and whispers something in his ear. With a nod, he rolls over and stretches out beside me on his stomach, crossing his arms and pressing his forehead into his wrists. Gia crawls onto the bed, positioning herself between his thighs and running a hand up the back of his leg. We watch the shivers ripple across his skin, and then she looks at me, her eyes wide with an intoxicating mix of terror and desire, and my heart skips a beat.
I’m at her side in an instant, running a hand up the laces of the corset to grip the back of her neck.
“You got this, Smalls.” My voice is soft, but my fingers dig into the tender pulse below her jaw, and I can feel the pain steady her. “You’re the best kind of monster, and he worships you.Iworship you.” I release her neck and sit back on my heels. “Now open him up and make him beg for your cock.”
Her eyes flash and Lyot groans beside me, his hips lifting off the bed.
Watching her prep him might be the most exquisite torture of my whole fucking life, tentative at first, but with growing confidence as his breath comes in hot pants and he starts chasing her fingers. When she finally lines the slick tip of her cock up with his entrance, he arches to meet her slow thrust, fists clenched in the bedclothes, and rocks back into her hips. A low, feral growl escapes him, and her eyes go wide.
“Oh,” she breathes, and I’ve never been so jealous of a goddamn toy in my entire fucking life. She must see something of what I’m feeling on my face, because she gives me one of her slow, scorching smiles. “Touch him. You know you want to.”
I drop back on the bed and roll into him.
