She glances at Quinn, avoiding Wren entirely. “This is…unseemly.”
I place a kiss on her brow before pressing her down on the mattress. “Your view of the situation is askew.” I feather my lips around the shell of her ear. “There is nothing shameful happening here. You dreamed of this, haven’t you? During those lonely years in the tower. My God, Rapunzel. Let me worship every inch of your body.”
A tear slips from the outer corner of her eye. It disappears in her hair, that’s fanned out in a golden halo around her head. “Please…” she breathes.
“You beg so pretty.” I brush my lips over hers, my dick hard as stone knowing Quinn is watching us. I’m a shameless exhibitionist. Unfortunately, Rapunzel is having a bit of trouble relaxing under his watchful eye. She’s stiff beneath me, breaking away from my mouth to again glance at Quinn. I grab her chin and force her to focus on me. “Ignore him. Right now, it’s all about you and me, Little Captive.”
She blinks her beautiful green eyes, and in them is a clash of trepidation and awe. I dive back in at her tentative nod, kissing her until her slender arms snake around my torso. She grabs my shirt, her fingers twining in the worn, white material. Twisting it and pulling at it as I devour her mouth. But this isn’t where I want to be. Not when there’s so much more of her to explore. I kiss along the line of her jaw, then work my way to the delicate column of her throat, where I press my lips to the frenzied pulse under her ear. At the shock of my teeth, she lets out a little cry when I nip the sensitive flesh.
Still not satisfied, I move lower to her pert breasts. I take one pebbled peak in my mouth. Above us, Quinn’s primal growl resonates throughout the room. Rapunzel arches her back, pressing into me, silently offering herself. I suck and tug, graze her nipple with my teeth to pull a gasp from her. What an enchanting sound. So lovely, I need to hear it again.
And again, and again.
When the bed dips from the weight of Quinn’s knee, I keep her concentrated on what I’m doing rather than on him. But Quinn, a man not easily ignored, clamps one hand around her throat to nail her in place. His other hand frees his cock from the confines of his breeches. All the while, he keeps his gaze fixed on me as I lick my way to her flat, taut stomach.
Rapunzel struggles under Quinn’s hold, straining against the pressure of his grip. “Let me go.”
“You’ll stay as you are.”
She tries to pry away his hand. “You promised he wouldn’t touch me.”
I stroke the soft brown curls between her legs, curious about why they don’t match the hair on her head. Yesterday, I also noticed small sections of short brown strands interwoven in the silken golden mass, but right now, I spend only a fleeting moment pondering this oddity. Not with my face this close to the juncture of her incredible thighs.
“Did I?” I give her a naughty grin. “Allow yourself to enjoy this, Rapunzel. Go easy. Let us enjoy you. Show us how beautiful you are when you submit.”
Quinn must have eased his hold on her throat because she turns her head and watches as he slides his palm over his engorged shaft. The tip of her tongue peeks out to run along her plump bottom lip, wordlessly speaking of desire, not timidity. She swallows hard, her chest rising and falling with each frantic breath she takes.
“The day will come when you’ll beg me to fuck you,” Quinn growls in her ear.
Then he shocks her—and me—by savaging her mouth. There’s no other way to describe how he forces her jaw open to sweep his tongue inside. He swallows her whimper and answers back with a groan. For a man who isn’t fond of kissing, he’s doing a magnificent job of proving to be quite adept at the task. If I weren’t having my fun teasing Rapunzel, I’d give him a rousing round of applause—the consequence of his wrath at my teasing be damned.
Quinn pumps his cock while I glide my lips over her flesh, past her navel to her cunt. When I skate my tongue up her slit, Rapunzel moans into Quinn’s mouth and practically shoots off the bed. I wrap my arms under and around her thighs to hold her where I need her. Part her lips with my thumbs, and dive into her. Mouth-fuck her until she’s writhing on the mattress. Her fingers dig into my hair as she pushes my head closer. Rocks her hips in time with the thrusts of my tongue.
Can’t say there isn’t a certain thrill derived from knowing no other man has touched Rapunzel so intimately. Wren may have had his fingers here, but I’m the first to have my face between her legs. The first to sample her delicious pussy. I briefly pull away to glance over my shoulder at Wren and see his body has betrayed him.
He can fool Rapunzel, but Wren can’t fool Quinn and me. His labored breathing and his fixed attention on us have me jerking my head in invitation. The stubborn prick responds with a snarling silent no. So be it. If he doesn’t want to join, or even have a better view, that’s on him.
I dive back on Rapunzel’s clit with a hard suck. She breaks away from Quinn’s kiss to breathe my name. To my utter shock, she removes a hand from my hair to slide it around Quinn’s arm. She’s voluntarily touching him. It’s an honest to God miracle. And what’s even more startling…he lets her. ThisisQuinn, after all. But he’s allowing her to hold on to him as I lick and nip at her. All the while, he strokes his cock, his feral growls mingling with Rapunzel’s soft whimpers.
My dick is so hard it aches. With Rapunzel lost in the moment, I no longer have to hold her legs open. I fit comfortably between her thighs, with a pressure building in my shaft that aches to the point of agony. Never have my balls tightened to pain, but here we are. I lift my hips to free my cock and massage my shaft. Each grind against my palm is nothing short of euphoric.
Quinn releases Rapunzel’s throat, and it takes a few more tugs on his long, thick cock to find his release. He breaks the kiss and comes on her perfect breasts with a guttural roar that resonates throughout the small room. Then, like the savage he is, he smears two fingers in his mess and puts them to her swollen lips.
“This is yours, Rapunzel.” He presses his slick fingers to her parted lips. “Clean them.”
Her studious tongue darts out to lave Quinn’s fingers. He pushes them deep into her mouth, and the sight of her sucking on them sends me over the edge.
I pull her to the edge of the bed and kneel between her legs. Slide a finger in her dripping pussy, with Rapunzel’s moan filling the room like music. I pump in and out of her, fucking her gently as I work her clit with my mouth. My other hand glides up my shaft, and I use the precum to ease my strokes, squeezing, bringing myself so close. Too close. But I hold back. Delay the pleasure. Torturing myself.
“Next time, I’m fucking your mouth,” Quinn warns her, dropping his foot on the floor and straightening to his full height. “Do you see what you are doing to Wren? He aches to fuck you as badly as Dax and I do. How does that make you feel, Rapunzel?”
She arches her back and bears down against my mouth. “It pleases me.”
“Even though he claims to hate you?” Quinn is ruthless as he tugs up his breeches.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Because I don’t hate him back.”
Behind me, Wren groans long and low. I want to glance behind me to see if it’s because he’s close to coming or because of her confession, but I’ll be damned if I’ll pull my mouth from Rapunzel to find out.
