I sucked his cock into my mouth and dragged my tongue along the length. “That’s a good girl.” He pushed my head, forcing me to take more of him. “Your pussy’s going to soak my cock while you suck him off. Have you given him head yet? Does he know how good you suck dick?”
I moaned around his shaft. When he let me up for air, a string of spit connected me to his dick. “In the shower, after he was hurt.”
The door opened, and Ryatt stepped into the room. He fisted both ends of the towel draped around his neck. Water droplets dripped from his hair onto his torso, followed the cuts of his pectorals, and rolled over the grooves of his abdominals.
I swallowed the extra spit in my mouth. Gray sweats hung low on his hips, and the fabric clung to the outline of his erection.
“I thought you were going to wait for me,” he said.
“We were just pregaming.” Cruz lifted his hips and tugged his boxers over his erection, but the head still peeked out from the waistband, and his jeans were undone.
Ryatt pulled his phone from his pocket. His gaze narrowed on me. “My results from the clinic were in my email.” That wasn’t the only thing in his phone. “All clear.”
“We got ours back a couple of weeks ago, too,” Cruz said. “But we waited for you.”
He tilted his head. “You haven’t fucked since I’ve been locked up?”
Cruz snorted. “I’m not that altruistic. I haven’t fucked her without wearing a rubber.”
Ryatt hung the towel on the hook and set his phone on the dresser. “I also missed a few text messages.” His brow lifted, and a blush crawled up my neck. “More than a few.”
I scooted to the edge of the bed. “It was my way of showing you that I missed you.”
Cruz shifted his gaze from me to Ryatt. “Why would you text him when his phone was here?”
“Because of the way he’s looking at me right now.” My breasts were warm and heavy, my nipples tightened, and my pussy pulsed with my heartbeat. “You weren’t here, but I thought about you every minute of the day. At night, I’d think about you and touch myself.”
Ryatt crossed to the bed, lifted my hand, and sucked two of my fingers into his mouth. His tongue swirledaround one, tickled the sensitive skin between, then sucked them deep into his mouth again.
After they popped free, he tugged me to my feet. “I’m going to kiss every inch of you.” As he slid his lips along my jaw, he unsnapped my jeans. “I dreamed about you, about us, every fucking night. Even through the stench of jail, I remembered the way you smelled. Your perfume, your shampoo. But baby, my memory didn’t come close.” He breathed me in, running his nose along my flesh. “Nothing smells as good as you do.”
Cruz moved in behind me, lifted the edge of my shirt, and pulled it over my head. With the flip of his wrist, he had my bra undone. I dropped my arms, letting the thin straps fall. The silk fabric fluttered to Ryatt’s bare feet.
Ryatt grazed my pebbled nipples with his knuckles, almost reverently, like he couldn’t believe we were all here together. I understood because I couldn’t breathe, afraid I’d break the spell weaving around us.
Ryatt lowered his head and sucked my breast into his mouth. I tunneled my fingers into his hair, holding him against me as my head tipped back against Cruz’s chest. I closed my eyes as heat streaked from my nipple to my clit.
Cruz gripped my jaw, angled my head, and licked the corner of my mouth. He thrust past my teeth, his tongue searching for mine, and I backed my ass against his erection.
Ryatt pillowed my nipple against his tongue and molded my breast with his palm. He laved one, then kissed and tasted his way to the other. A low moan slipped out of my mouth.
“Moan like a whore as he sucks on your tits.”
A dark and disturbing shadow crossed Ryatt’s eyes. He didn’t understand Cruz’s love language. He didn’t know how wet Cruz’s filthy words made me. “Iamhis whore.” I sipped Ryatt’s lips. I was beautiful and delicate with Ryatt. “Make me yours, too.”
His gaze softened, and his mouth claimed mine. But then Cruz was there, his tongue lashing with mine. Our faces were close, and our eyes were open. Cruz grasped a handful of Ryatt’s hair and crashed into his mouth. Tongues tangled, and a ferocious growl erupted from Cruz.
Then their mouths connected with mine. We were tongues, lips, and warm breath. The three-way kiss had heat unfurling in my belly and sinking lower. I slid my hand into Ryatt’s sweats and curved my fingers around his rigid shaft. He sucked in a sharp breath.
“Fuck, baby. It’s been too long.” Ryatt continued to kiss me.
It had been too long for me, too. I stroked the length. “Are you ready to fuck me?”
Ryatt thrust into my fist. “I’m ready for everything. I want inside you, baby. But all I’ve thought about is having you on my mouth.”
Cruz kissed along my neck. “Paint your nipples with your juices. Give him a sample of how good your pussy tastes.”
I wedged a hand between us, slid my fingers into my panties, grazed my clit, and traced the seam of my slit. Before I could rub my juices on my nipple, Ryatt had my fingers in his mouth again.
