“Come over here and lick her pussy clean.”
“Shit,” I inadvertently breathe out.
The need to punch him in the face is battling with the desire to do what he wants. My gaze dips to his fingers pushing in and out of her as he thrusts up and down. Her senses are clearly on overload from having his dick and fingers at the same time.
If I go over there and do as he says I’m giving in to him, submitting like she is.
“Please?” Cassie’s voice is quiet but determined as she begs me to do as he asks.
And fucking god help me, my feet move, I drop to my knees and press my hands against her thighs, leaning in to suck her clit between my teeth.
Chapter Twenty-One
Eli (Handlebar)
The noise they’re making is driving me to insanity. I’ve always liked to take the lead in the bedroom, giving orders and having them obeyed is a huge turn on for me. I never thought Mace would do it. It goes against everything he stands for and deep inside, behind the lust and desire, he’s angry.
This probably won’t end well but right now, I don’t care. Cassie takes all of me as I thrust up. She grinds down, pushing onto me and against his mouth. I can feel the heat of him every time she rises and falls.
It’s an odd sensation but I focus on her tightness, her body sliding up and down mine. When she turns her head and kisses me, I forget all about the man licking and sucking her as we worship her body from both sides.
I’ve no idea what we’re going to say to each other after this, I’m not sure any of us understands, given how much animosity there is between us. Whatever it is, it’s fueling Mace to go harder, sucking on her clit, he’s being careful not to dip inside and touch my dick.
We both reach for her tits at the same time and it jolts us a moment, putting us off our stride.
He bats my hand away and Cassie makes a noise of annoyance, so I grab her other tit and manipulate and tease her nipple. It’s getting harder to hold back, especially when Cassie makes that noise that means she is about to come again.
Her moans get louder, so I raise my hand and clamp it over her mouth. There is only a wall between us and Mace’s men and I’m sure he doesn’t want them to know what we’re doing.
“Oh, yes, oh God, don’t stop.” Her voice is muffled and her breath hot against my palm, but she keeps telling us what to do and we oblige.
She may be the one submitting between us but she’s the one in control.
I fuck up into her, letting the moment take me over, letting the situation, where we are and what it means afterwards all disappear into the sensation of losing control. Giving her everything, a climax rips through me, making me clamp my lips tight together so I don’t roar.
Before I’ve even finished, Cassie is lifted off my lap and Mace spins around laying her down on the table. I watch, one hand on my chest, my heart pounding so fast it feels like it’s going to burst out from behind my ribcage. Mace pushes back inside her and fucks her hard until they both come again. He falls over her, one palm pressed against the tabletop to prevent him crushing her.
The room goes quiet and none of us move. I don’t know what is happening here, but I’m not mad about it. Cassie has always been different to other women, she struggles with her emotions and doesn’t want to admit that she feels something.
I have to accept that this is probably the only way I am going to have her. For now.
Mace steps back, pulling his jeans up over his hips. I shove my cock back inside my pants and zip up then gather Cassie’s clothes while he helps her off the table.
We have a lot to discuss, not only about what happened here.
Hearing Marshall is dead momentarily slipped my mind but now it’s all I can think about. It changes things. Whether Mace believes it or not.
“I need to clean up,” Cassie says when I hand her the clothes.
Her cheeks are flushed and her hair in disarray. Not to mention what is going on all over her thighs. Jesus that’s fucking sexy.
“There’s a bathroom-” Mace starts but cuts himself off when he looks at her, a scowl forming.
I pick up my T-shirt and pull it over her head, her face popping out of the neck hole staring at me in surprise. The click of the door lock catches her attention and the door slams behind Mace as he leaves the room. Her brow creases and I reach up to smooth it out.
“He’s not mad at you,” I reassure her.
Her head snaps back to me as we hear Mace shouting for everyone to get out. Their clubhouse is by no means on the scale of the one in Sussex, but it’s not tiny either and there were at least eight or nine people out there when we came through.
