Fairchild sank to her knees in front of the bound Merc and rested her palms against his thighs. Her hands were still wrapped and gloved for fighting, and there was something about that fact that set Reece’s blood on fire.
She turned and looked back at him, silently asking for his guidance with her eyes. The fire inside him burned even hotter.
“Good,” Reece said. “Now take his shorts off, but don’t rush it. Take it nice and slow. Make himfeelthe anticipation.”
“Don’t listen to him,” Nash said. “Rush it.Pleaserush it.”
Fairchild glared up at the bound Merc. “Quiet you, or else I’ll put a gag in that big, cocky mouth of yours.”
Reece stifled a chuckle.
He watched as Fairchild proceeded. Her padded fighting gloves were open on the ends, allowing her to slip her fingers inside the waistband of Nash’s compression shorts and slowly work the fabric lower and lower. She ran her tongue tip over those deep V-lines angling downward from his hips, like an arrow pointing toward sin. She brushed her lips against the trail of short curls running down his center. Then, as the base of his erect shaft came into view, she leaned in and kissed it softly.
Nash tilted his head back against the springy chain-link and breathed, “Oh fuck…”
Reece concurred. He wasn’t even the one getting pleasured, and he already felt like he was about to explode. He started to undress, while still keeping his eyes locked on the action.
“That’s it,” he said. “Keep teasing him.”
Fairchild pulled Nash’s compression shorts lower, until everything but his tip was exposed. His hard shaft was held down by the elastic of his waistband, ready to swing upward like a catapult at any moment. Fairchild laved her tongue up and down the length of his exposed shaft.
“Oh fuck,” Nash said. “Oh fuck…”
“Good,” Reece said. “Now go ahead and set him free. We don’t want totorturethe poor bastard.”
Fairchild flipped her hair back and gave him a wicked look.
“Speak for yourself,” she said.
Reece smiled. Things were going even better than planned. He finished stripping off his hooded vest and tossed it aside. Next tohim, Dutton was already down to his skivvies. Damn, he really knew how to move without making a noise.
Fairchild gave Nash’s shorts one final tug, and his hard cock whipped free, slinging upward and bobbing right in front of her face. Nash let out a growl of relief, and Fairchild let out a wide-eyed gasp. Maybe she was acting, but Reece didn’t think so. The kid wasn’t quite as big as him or Dutton in terms of stature, but his dick could give both of them a run for their money—and right now, it looked even bigger and harder than usual.
They’d shared so many women over the years, Reece knew his comrades’ cocks almost as well as he knew his own.
He also knew what they liked, their preferences, their quirks.
“Go slow,” Reece said, keeping his voice soft yet commanding. “Start by giving it a little kiss.”
“On the tip?” Fairchild asked.
“That’s right. Kiss the tip.”
Reece watched as she moved her head forward and planted a soft kiss on the end of Nash’s ruddy pink cockhead. She trembled slightly as she did it, and when she finally pulled away, a little thread of precum stretched between her lips and Nash’s slit.
Fucking hell, that was hot.
“Very good,” Reece said. “Now, do you see that little V on the underside where the head connects to the shaft?”
“Mm-hm,” Fairchild nodded.
“Give him a kiss there, and this time use a bit of tongue as well. He’ll enjoy that.”
“Like this…?”
Fairchild tilted her head slightly and pressed another, somewhat deeper kiss on the spot Reece had indicated. Her tongue flickered between her lips, tentatively tasting her captive’s flesh. Nash moaned and trembled in response.
“Oh yeah,” he said. “Exactlylike that.”
