Page 75 of American King (New Camelot Trilogy 3)
He does it again, hot velvet skin on hot velvet skin, and all the tender spots on my cock are singing, weeping, thrilling with ecstasy. Pain and pleasure sizzle up my spine. My skin sparks into the very air.
“Greer,” he says, his hands bracing by my head, and holy shit, he’s moving his entire body over mine, moving over me like a man fucking another man below him, but he’s not fucking, he’s teasing. Cock against cock, heat against heat, hard against hard. Shit, it shouldn’t feel so good, but it does, it does.
Greer is perched in nude perfection next to me, her legs kicked out to the side and bent a little in an adolescent display of indolence that shouldn’t be as sexy as it is. Her hard nipples peek through the tumbled veil of hair over her breasts and her hands are fisted in the blankets.
“Yes?” she answers Ash.
“Hand me my tie.”
She does, holding one end of it while he pushes off my body and I groan with the loss. And then he’s measuring, studying, the length of silk and my penis and my testicles—no tailor or architect was ever as serious or as focused as Ash right now with this fucking tie—and then I feel the cool silk rubbing against my balls, my inner thighs, my frenulum. I writhe and whine.
“You know what I’m going to do with this, Embry. Tell me not to.”
“Go to hell,” I pant, bucking my hips against the touch of the tie. It’s too much, too soft and it feels too good and it’s so demeaning, and oh Jesus, I’m going to come if that tie slips against my skin one more time…
But it never comes. Instead he makes good on his word and begins binding up my erection and my balls, and a heartless cinch around my sac means the orgasm building behind my dick is mercilessly yanked away. And then more cinches and Ash says, in a voice so gruff with wonder and excitement that I almost do manage to come despite my bound cock, “Look at you. Look at you.”
I look. I look at my cock so fucking swollen and dusky-red and sad. I look at Ash hovering over me, pants yanked down to his hips, his own dick so rigid and thick that it points straight up to the ceiling, his chest moving in deep, excited breaths. I look at Greer next to us, wearing nothing but red lipstick and flushed cheeks.
“Ash,” I beg. “Don’t leave me like this. Please.”
“That’s getting closer to your safe word, but yet you’re still missing the mark. It’s no, remember? You say, no, Ash, don’t tie up my cock and tease me. And if you don’t say that, then you say yes, Sir.”
“Or else what?”
“Or else,” he says with an evil look, reaching for Greer, “you don’t get to taste Greer’s cunt.”
I drop my head back with a growl. “That’s cheating.”
Ash raises Greer to her knees, not answering me. Instead, he asks her, “What’s your safe word, precious?”
“Maxen,” she replies promptly.
“And do you have any objection to torturing Embry with me?”
She sends a coy smile down at me and my cock throbs. I growl again.
“I want nothing more.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” He helps her move over me, and in a moment’s work, she’s got her knees astride my head and her hands on the headboard, and her pussy unfurls like a flower in bloom right above my face. On instinct, I lift my head to suckle at her, but I’m stopped by Ash’s hand cupping her, his fingers now firmly between my mou
th and her wet skin.
More growling.
“Say it. Say yes, Sir, and that cunt is yours to eat.”
“Embry,” Greer pleads, my name dripping with honey as it leaves her lips. “Please eat me. Please.” And it’s the sweet sound of her helpless need and the little wiggle of her hips—as if she’s trying to press against Ash’s hand and get closer to my mouth at the same time—that undoes me.
Ash has me and he knows it, and he was right earlier, I do belong to him and I want to belong to him, and I love him just as much as I hate him, and I only hate him because he’s better than me, because he’s the third side of our triangular heart, because I can’t live without him.
Monster.
“Yes, Sir,” I say. And then I’m broken forever.
Ash makes a low, satisfied noise at the verbal signal of my inner destruction and pulls his hand away from Greer’s pussy. Faster than a spark flying from a fire, my hands are digging at her hips and tugging that beautiful cunt to my mouth. I give her a long, dirty lick, just like I did last night, and then I trace every crease of her with my tongue, I dart tasting licks into her vagina, I suck her clit between my teeth and work it like it’s my job. I hold nothing back, not even when she is riding my face and all I can breathe is her.
“That’s it,” Ash approves. “I know you’ve missed our princess, and one night wasn’t enough, was it?”
