Begging forTrouble
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aint’s tongue finds mine, stealing what little air I have left. His tongue mixing with mine fiercely while Cairo’s massive hands slide over my ass, squeezing hard. A broken moan escapes, honest in a way my words could never be. And Saint swallows it instantly, Cairo’s growl rumbling against my ear, like he’s been waiting all damn night just to hear that noise spill out of me.
Saint breaks the kiss just long enough to catch my bottom lip between his teeth, caramel delights blazing with so much heat I think they might melt faster than me. “God, I can’t wait to be inside you,” he breathes, his deep voice shaky. His lips trail down my neck, to my shoulder—each kiss branding fire into my skin.
Cairo fingers hook into my belt loop, sliding my shorts down.“And then,” he murmurs at my ear, his voice thick with control, “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue, while you squirt in my mouth. How does that sound baby girl.”
I nod once. “Please,” I say quietly, confidence threading every word.
They move in unison—Saint devouring me from the front, while Cairo’s hands claim me from behind. I’m pinned between them, pulled tight by their authority, nerves firing as a shiver of pleasure rolls through me, my breath coming on their terms—and the way it weakens me feels dangerously right.
Across the room, King already has Arina pinned against the bed, his mouth crashing into hers, his hands mapping her body like he’s examining his most prized possession. She laughs into his kiss, her fingers tangled in his hair like stopping never even crossed her mind.
Saint catches me looking, and it only fuels him. He closes the distance in one smooth step, fingers curling under my chin, deliberately reclaiming my attention. “Eyes on me,” he murmurs, voice low enough to darken the air between us. “I’m the one you bet on, remember?”
Eyes daring, I do as I’m told. He shoves his finger into my mouth, almost making me choke. I close my lips around his finger, twirling my tongue around it before he slips it out.
Behind me, Cairo lowers himself to his knees, hands steady as he eases my shorts and underwear down, his kisses following the descent of his touch. The thin fabric slipping down my legs until it pools at my ankles.
Spreading my legs open, he shoves his face between my thighs, his soft lips kissing mine, tongue flicking over my clit. The shock of it causes my already weak knees tremble, forced to grab ahold of Saint’s shirt in front of me, a muffled whimper escaping against his chest.
Saint’s eyes stay locked on mine, dark with hunger, as he places my hands at his waist. He slowly peels off his shirt—a silent invitation I can’t turn away from. Even though I think it’s to keep me from looking at Arina and King—and it works.
His chest is carved beautifully, his stairway to heaven tattoos gleaming under the golden light. The clouds stretching across his sculpted chest making me feel like I’m floating with them. The gold chain against his light brown skin shouldn’t look so good, but it does—too good.
Yeah watching king and Arina is like watching porn, but they have nothing on this heaven sent angle standing in front of me—andthe one slurping me up like his last meal.
I realize my mouth’s actually open and almost laugh at myself—close it, Jainey, before you start drooling.
Too late.
Drool slides down the side of my mouth landing on Cairo’s fingers that grip my thighs. I squeal when he grip tightens, rubbing my spit along the center of my ass.
Even then, I still can’t help but stare at Saint who’s grinning at me. My hand moves before I can even think about it, pressing flat against the heat of him again, needing the anchor while pleasure surges between my legs.
Cairo’s pace shifts—his mouth sealing around my clit, sucking hard with raw hunger, dragging his tongue in slow, teasing strokes causing my hips to buck helplessly against his tongue.
I tilt my head back, eyes fluttering as the rush hits hard, flooding through me until my knees nearly give out.
It’s too much and not enough all at once—every nerve screaming for more.
Saint holds me upright, my mind half dizzy and undone by them both. When I glance back up, Saint’s already locked on me. His lips parted, chest heaving fast, caramel eyes darkand blazing. Searing into me like he’s only seconds away from losing control, and part of me wants him too. He dips down, taking my pierced nipple in his mouth, while his hand pinches the other.
I’ve never had two men on me at once—and God, it shows. Every guy before this feels like a boy now. Immature as fuck. Too focused on their own pleasure to realize how much more they could be giving.
They’re not even a fraction of these men.
The thought alone makes my pussy throb, heat rushing under my skin. Saint and Cairo are men—with a capital M. The kind that don’t have to prove anything because their actions speak for itself.
When I first saw them at the club, desire struck a spark I tried to ignore—part intimidation, but mostly pure lust. A huge part of me wanted both of them but I’m too stubborn to be upfront about it. And now, the spark has turned into a blazing fire, because they just pulled it out of me without asking.
They’re perfect—built, gorgeous as ever, yet overwhelmingly intoxicating in the best way. They don’t have to flex or brag the shit that they have or their abilities. Power radiates from the way they move, the way their hands roam my body like they already know what I need.
And yet, beneath all that intensity, there’s something else—something unguarded. Rough hands that somehow stay gentle. Mouths that take their time, like they’re memorizing me. It’s dizzying, the way they balance hunger and care, how they make me feel slutty but not dirty at the same time as making me feel so fucking wanted.
Other men would’ve ruined this moment—too jealous, or too insecure to share me. But they move like this isn’t new to them. Like they already decided they’re willing to share me and they’re more than eager to show me what that feels like.
