Page 223 of Drown Like Heaven
I felt hands on my waist, tugging up the hem of my shirt. My arms raised on instinct, goosebumps scattering across my skin as someone pulled my shirt up and off. Micah, probably. I didn’t think he would let Mason do that.
I forced myself to open my eyes and stare up at Micah, placing my palms flat on his chest. He rested his hands on my waist, bloody fingers pressed into my skin.
My heartbeat was way too fast now and I was breathing hard, remembering Mason was in the room, watching this.
Micah wasn’t making him leave.
I was topless and Micah was letting Masonseethat.Is that bad?
Another set of hands grabbed the waistband of my shorts and my eyes widened, pulse fluttering painfully, heat racing between my thighs. I kept my gaze desperately locked on Micah’s as Mason slowly dragged my shorts and underwear down at the same time. He tapped my ankle to make me lift my foot, then the other, the rest of my clothes now discarded on the floor.
Micah’s thumb was back in my mouth before I could think anything of my nakedness and I was licking it, licking up every drop of ichor I could get. Tingles raced over my skin, making me shiver.
I felt Mason step up behind me, his clothes barely brushing my bare skin.
It was so dark in the room and all I wanted was tofeel.
The ichor was muddling my brain, ridding me of any thoughts of what consequences may come of this. I simply didn’t care about anything except the electric throb between my thighs, the heat in my belly. They were both sotalland strong and warm and they weren’t really touching me, but the possibility of that was making me ache everywhere.
Micah snatched a dark bundle of something—rope—from his bed and I found myself wondering just how much of had been was planned prior. Without him asking, I offered my wrists. He began to neatly bind them together, taking his time tying every methodical knot. I could hardly see what he was doing through the darkness buthecould see. Mason could see.
When Micah finished, he took a step back, leaving me exposed and shaking. I could feel Mason still standing right behind me.
“Lift your arms above your head,” Micah instructed. I did it, stretching my bound wrists up towards the ceiling. “Now put your hands around the back of his neck.”
Before I could question, Mason stepped forward, gripping my waist with one hand and guiding my arms backwards with the other so the rope rested behind his neck and his chest was against my back. My face was on fire, my eyes round and terrified. I didn’t dare move an inch, didn’t dare look away from Micah’s eyes as he stared at me.
“Is he hard?” Micah questioned.
Mason held my hipbones, pulling me back so my ass wasveryflush with his groin. His cock was digging into my ass and I couldn’t help pushing my chest out, spine arched, breasts heaving with every rapid breath. My nipples were hard, slickness dripping between my thighs.
I nodded helplessly.
“Does he feel big?”
The ichor made me brave, and I nodded, whining pathetically.
“You like that?” Micah asked, tilting his head.
It was such a dangerous question, but he’d know if I was lying. So I nodded again, a nervous sweat flushing along my spine.
“Should I let him fuck with you a little bit?”
Please.
Mason lowered his head, his breath hot on the shell of my ear. “Bite me,” he whispered, sticking his first two fingers in my mouth.
I bit down, hard enough to make him bleed, ichor gliding down the back of my throat.
“No,” Micah cut in, making my face pale. “You listen to me, not him.” Slowly, I opened my mouth again, Mason’s fingers sliding past my lips. My eyes were glassed over, my entire body drawn up taut like a rubber band. “Don’t touch her yet. Not until I say.” Micah was talking to Mason, but looking at me. My insides went molten. Watching him dominate me was one thing, but watching him do it to another man…
“You’re trembling, Masters,” he said, pacing a few steps nearer. “Maybe I should let him touch you until you stop.” He lowered his voice. “You want to know how far I’d let this go?Keep watching.”
Chapter 60
Micah
Dakota looked sexy as fuck hanging off Mason the way she was, her tight little body arching and desperate. Mason and I hadn’t discussed this at all, but he was good at following my lead. The moment I asked her to grab the knife, he knew what I was going to do.
