I lean in and whisper, “I promise I won’t look,” but Axel has other plans.
“You will look, Swan. You’ll kiss and lick, and touch him all over until he can’t take it anymore. I want to hear him beg me for permission to fuck you.” My thighs clench together on instinct. I’ve never known Axel to push like this before, but I’m not mad either. There’s very few people in this world who can tell Garrett what to do, and sometimes a harsh nudge is needed. “Garrett. This is what I want. Take it off.”
A tense beat passes where I’m unsure if Garrett will refuse and storm out. Suddenly, he’s pulling his shirt over his head, buttons scattering across the floor in his haste. The rise and fall of his firm chest islabored, but I can’t resist peeking. Under the layers of illustrations and artwork, Garrett’s abdomen flexes, and fuck, he’s beautiful. Without an ounce of fat on him, every muscle is well defined and taut. My mouth goes dry, remembering Axel’s earlier promise.
We stand there, bared and vulnerable under Axel’s unrelenting gaze, the weight of his attention making my skin prickle with awareness. My nipples pebble, pulling into peaks that ache to be touched.
“Kiss her,” Axel orders, his thumb brushing slowly over his bottom lip. The edge of his command makes my knees weaken.
Garrett doesn’t hesitate this time. He turns and pulls me into his arms, his mouth crashing down on mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth as I gasp, hungrily devouring me until I’m weak and breathless. This is exactly how I knew it would be—exactly why Axel is putting himself on the sidelines. Garrett can toss me around, use, and fuck me any way he likes, and I’ll keep coming back for more.
Digging his fingers into my arms, Gare’s solid erection is already nudging at my abdomen. Molten heat sets me on fire with need. My hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as a moan escapes me, the heat of his body searing against mine. I arch into him, desperate to get closer. Behind us, Axel’s sharp intake of breath punctuates the charged silence.
“Is she wet for us?” he asks. Garrett’s hand immediately slides down to my ass and dips into my center. We both groan into each other’s mouths at the feel of how wet I am, Garrett’s long digit easily pushing inside of me. I nibble on his bottom lip and trail kisses down his neck as he pumps his finger in and out, adding a second for good measure.
“Soaking,” Garrett’s voice is strained, his muscles bunched beneath my fingertips. “What’s next?” He asks with clear desperation in his voice.
“Put your hands behind your back and keep them there while Avery does whatever she wants with you.” I can hear the smile in Axel’s tone as Garrett’s fingers are still inside of me. He doesn’t immediately let go, his nails digging into my hip and his chest heaving beneath my lips. When I’m sure he’s about to refuse and bend me over like a rag doll, he removes his hands so quickly that I gasp at the sudden loss of contact.
Clasping his hands behind him, Garrett’s stares upwards, tremblingwith desire and something else. Fear, possibly. I cut a glance to Axel, who’s still smirking, and gestures for me to begin my assault. Until he’s begging for permission to fuck me.
I don’t go slow, nor do I hold back. Firstly, I trail my teeth along the sharp line of his collarbone, reveling in the way his body tightens beneath me. His chest continues to move rapidly, the uneven rhythm betraying his struggle to stay still. I press open-mouthed kisses across the tattoos covering of his chest, letting my tongue follow the curve of his skin as I map the contours of him for the first time.
When I reach his nipple, I run the flat of my tongue over it in a slow, deliberate motion. His sharp hiss slices through the air, his arms trembling to stay locked behind his back, desperate to maintain control. I feel the tension in him, the unspoken battle between wanting to push me away and surrendering to my touch.
Instead of pulling back, I double down, repeating the motion with more pressure, circling the sensitive bud until his breath catches. I glance up at Garrett, and his face is a canvas of contradictions. Jaw clenched tight, eyes squeezed shut, but a faint flush creeping up his neck, betraying how much he feels this. His vulnerability makes my chest ache, but I don’t stop. I move to the other side, my mouth latching onto the second bud. This time, I add a soft bite, just enough to draw a sharp inhale from him.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper against his skin, low enough for only him to hear. He trembles under my lips, his resolve fraying at the edges, and I know I’m pushing him to his limit. But I’ve waited so long to touch him like this, to make him feel how much I adore every part of him, even the parts he tries so hard to hide.
When I feel his control is about to snap, I shift lower. Carving a path through his valley of abs with my mouth, I drop to my knees on the soft rug. His cock is painfully hard and pulsing right in front of my face. I blow on the most sensitive part of his dick, causing his shaft to jolt further.
“Stop,” Garrett grinds out through his teeth, but his body says otherwise. A bead of precum gathers on his tip, which I lick away in one, clean motion.
“Why? I’m having far too much fun.” Starting from his ankles, Islowly scrape my fingernails up his calves, along the inside of his thighs, and ghost his balls with the barest of touches. His frustration is clear by his growling, but I’m having way too much fun to stop. Painting featherlight circles across his groin with my fingers, I lean forward as if I’m going to take him in my mouth, but I stop short and smile up at him wickedly.
A feral growl escapes Garrett’s throat as his hands dart out, tangling in my hair with a commanding grip that leaves no room for hesitation. Before I can prepare, he thrusts his cock deep into my throat, the suddenness stealing the air from my lungs. His hold is bruising, forcing me to stay in place as he sets a punishing rhythm. Each thrust is relentless, his smooth head gliding over my tongue, filling and owning me completely.
I clutch at his thighs for balance, nails biting into his skin as I try to keep up with the pace he’s set. Garrett’s raw hunger is palpable, his true sexual nature finally breaking free. Desperate to match his energy, I let my hands roam, sliding one beneath him to scratch lightly at his balls. He shudders above me, a sharp inhale signaling his approval, and his grip on my hair tightens just enough to toe the line between pleasure and pain.
Then, just as quickly as it started, Garrett releases me and pulls me to my feet as if I weigh nothing. His fingers curl around the back of my neck, firmly guiding me toward Axel’s chair. I can imagine the fury in his dark eyes, my mind kicking into overdrive. Perhaps I pushed him too far.
Garrett pushes me down onto my knees once more, the plush rug soft beneath me. Lifting my wrists, he places my hands on either side of the armchair, effectively caging Axel in.
“You want to test my restraint, Axe?” Garrett’s bites out, his voice dripping with challenge. “Let’s see how good yours is.”
The head of his cock grazes my entrance, teasing me with my own wetness. One hand snakes around my body, his palm finding my clit and pressing firmly, sending jolts of pleasure through me. The other curls around my neck, tilting my head up until my gaze locks with Axel’s. The intensity in Axel’s eyes is magnetic, his jaw tight, his pupils blown wide as he watches me squirm beneath him.
In one fluid motion, Garrett slams into me, all the way to the hilt. A cry escapes my lips, the stretch and fullness overwhelming in the best way. Garrett’s breath is hot against my ear as he thrusts, his deft fingers traveling lower to hold me open to his harsh thrusts.
Axel has released his own dick from his pants, his fisted hand slowly pumping up and down his shaft as he watches our every move. Although it’s not like before, the three of us are connected in this moment, our pleasure and ragged breaths mingling in the air.
My cries echo around the room as Garrett builds up a vigorous rhythm, each thrust hitting my G-spot. His fingers tighten around my neck, purely animalistic noises sounding behind me, but Axel is the opposite. Calm, composed. Legs spread wide, casually stroking the impressive length of his cock, his eyes churning at the scene being played out for him. On his wrist, my compass bracelet slips free of his cuff and glints in the light. My eyes flick down, my tongue poking out to moisten my lips. I want him, although I know he’s not ready.
Smirking down at me, Axel runs the knuckles of his free hand across my nipple, and I arch my back in response, desperate to be closer to him. Every drag of his fingers sends sparks flying throughout my body, my toes curled and fists clenched. Abandoning his dick, he gives my breasts his full attention, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger with the occasional sharp pinch. I try to lean into his touch, but Garrett has me locked in place, pounding relentlessly and filling me completely.
An orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, delicious destruction tearing me apart on a silent scream. Garrett’s hand shifts towards my mouth, and I bite down hard on the fleshly part between his thumb and forefinger, riding out the intense waves with muffled moans. My walls are gripping Garrett’s shaft so tightly, he’s momentarily forced to slow while I bathe in the euphoric feeling, riding out every last wave until it’s subsided. My limbs are suddenly weighed down, tingling from head to toe. If Garrett wasn’t holding me, I’d have melted into a blissful puddle on the floor and refused to get back up again.
Axel’s eyes haven’t wandered from mine, returning to smooth his hand up and down on his dick. I shift my hands from the edge of the seat, drifting across the leather to rest on his thighs. Garrett tries to yank me backwards until Axel warns him off, a silent conversation passingbetween the two, which I’m too distracted to concentrate on with Axel’s cock straining for my attention.
