A whining sound escapes Alyona's throat as I pull away from her needy cunt and she glares at Rodion. His muscles tense, and I follow the definition of his strong arms, firm chest, a taut six-pack, and then to the two angles of the “V” pointing to his perfect thick cock standing to salute me.
“Not her,” he says again, firm and resolute.
Bastard.
I rip open the rest of my shirt, the buttons pinging around the room, clinking when they hit the tiles. Unbuttoning my slacks, I shove them down my legs along with my boxers and yank open the shower door to shove at Rodion's chest. “You owe me a new shirt.”
He runs a hand through his wet hair and drops his eyes to my cock with a needy grin. Smirking, I shake my head, jerking my chin to my dick. “Fucking suck it, Ro.” My tone is razor sharp. Light sparks in his eyes, his tongue teasing his bottom lip. His chest rapidly rising and falling is his tell, giving away much more than what his hard cock does.
Rodion is alpha male through and through but the way his body reacts when I order him in these moments is a stunning contradiction that I live for. He crashes his lips to mine, pushing inside my mouth with his tongue, tasting Alyona there and groaning into me, fisting my dick and stroking. Rough and firm.
Hot fiery desire rushes over me making every nerve come alive when Alyona slips from the counter and palms the glass to get a better look.
Gripping a handful of Rodion’s hair, I force him back against the tiles and palm his cock tight, teasing the length and chasing the droplets of water along his jaw with my mouth, down his neck, and biting the muscle of his shoulder. This connection between us flows without effort, unbound by spoken command, our bodies so attuned to each other’s, we flow like water and move like we’ve danced to this song a million times, yet every time feels new.
Releasing his cock, I push down on his shoulder, urging him to his knees. I force the shower head away from us, turning it to the cold to clear the steam, and ask Alyona, “Do you like watching us, love?”
Her palm slides down the glass as she slowly falls to her knees and pushes her hand between her thighs.
“Not you, no touching,” Rodion growls at her.
She pulls her hand free, her cheeks flushed pink, her nipples straining against the fabric of her top and watches him, transfixed. And I can’t blame her. He looks like a fucking god before me, thick muscular thighs spread at my feet, his hands palming my ass.
“Beg him to taste me, Alyona,” I order her, my heart thundering, every nerve ending standing to attention.
“Oh fuck,” she cries out. “Do it, Ro. Suck him.”
Cupping the back of his neck, I make a scoffing sound. “That didn’t sound like begging to me, did it to you?”
“I know she can do better.” His voice is velvet over a heated flame, his eyes glassed over with undiluted lust.
“Please, please suck him,” she begs, shuffling closer until her forehead presses against the glass. “Do it, Ro, please.”
“Good girl,” I praise her, rubbing a thumb across Ro’s lips. “Now, you be a good boy.” I pull him to me. “Take my dick and show her who it belongs to.”
I arch into him as his lips kiss over my tip and then open and slide down my shaft, his tongue flat and forcefully pushing upward against the length. “Look how good he is, Alyona, how well he takes my fat dick.”
My head tilts back and my hips piston forward, hissing from the contact. He takes me down his throat from tip to root and back again, over and over, teasing my tip with laps of his tongue.
“Look how bad he wants my cum,” I groan, fucking his mouth. “He’s so greedy.” I grunt while fisting his hair, forcing him to gag and hold me in the back of his throat, before letting him breathe again. “You’re so fucking good, Ro, the way you own me. I’m fucking obsessed with this mouth.”
“You’re going to make me come,” Alyona cries out, squeezing her thighs together.
Rodion grunts around my cock, popping it free from his mouth before rising to his feet. He pushes my front against the glass with a growl. Reaching up, I grip the lip of the shower wall so I don’t fling the door open. Rodion pulls my hips back into his, spitting down my ass crack, and pushing two fingers into me, surging past the ringed muscles and teasing the prostate. A tingling shoots up my spine and I clench my teeth, riding the pleasure, pre-cum seeping from the tip of my dick.
“Get up, Alyona,” Rodion demands, and when she takes too long, he adds, “I said now, woman.” Her legs shake and so do mine when Rodion pushes deeper into my ass, preparing me.“Watch me fuck Z and don’t fucking touch yourself or come. Do you understand me?”
“Yessss,” she stammers.
The desire is tangible in the thickening air around us all, our mixed pants filling the room in a symphony of needy moans.
“Tell her how much you love my cock, Z.”
“Not as much as you love my ass,” I taunt, biting my tongue to stop myself from calling out his name.
“You’re fucking right. I do love it. What’s not to love? It’s perfect.” He breathes through gritted teeth, slapping my ass cheek and pounding his fingers.
Spreading my cheeks, his body falls over mine. His hand wraps around my throat as he lines his cock up with my ass, pushing inside and making all my muscles go languid with sheer pleasure.
