“Again.”
He obliged, the words stammered and strangled, and her mouth was wrapping around Sam’s cock before he’d finished the sentence.
“Fuuuck,” Sam breathed, thighs tensing under the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, and he didn’t know if they were from the circumstances or from how deeply and roughly she was taking him into her throat.
“Do you want to stop?” he whispered.
She glared in answer, sucking him hard. Grinning at her ferocity, he gathered up her hair in one hand, winding it into an elegant knot that he used to control her movements.
When he made her take him so deep that she began to choke, her fingers biting into his thighs as she rose up onto her knees in reflexive escape, Logan sucked in a sharp breath.
“Easy!” he called, about to rise from his seat. He was breathing erratically, his eyes so big that he could see the whites all around the man’s irises.
“She likes it,” Sam said dismissively, pulling her off his cock with her hair so she could gasp for air as spit dribbled over her chin. “Don’t you, Ophelia?”
“Yes,” she said with a gasp, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“More?” he asked.
“Please.” Her eyes were on him, and he knew Logan had faded to the back of her mind.
Satisfaction thrummed through him as he guided her mouth back to his cock.
He worked her over his length, humming a sound of approval when she cupped his balls and used the other hand to cover the base of his shaft that her mouth couldn’t reach. Her eyes fluttered shut, so he let his head fall back, losing himself in the sounds and sensations, his skin prickling with awareness that they were being watched.
What was Logan thinking? Was he tormented by the sight of her on her knees for another man? Did it eat at him, knowing that it was his fault that it had come to this?
Sam cracked an eye to peer at him. Logan seemed more the android than he did, starkly frozen in his seat, barely breathing. His brows were knitted together, his face a mask of regret.
Then why orchestrate this? An uneasy feeling dug at Sam, but it was lost when Ophelia’s ministrations turned more urgent. He came apart in her mouth with a harsh sound of pleasure, holding her still while his cum filled her mouth. She whined and took sharp breaths between each swallow, but he didn’t release her until she’d sucked him clean.
When he did, she fell back on her heels, clutching at his thighs for balance with trembling arms. There was a sheen of cum on her lip; he swept his thumb over her mouth, gathering his essence, and pressed it into her mouth.
“All of it,” he murmured.
She licked it clean obediently, looking up at him with a hooded gaze. He rasped the pad of his thumb over the ridge of her teeth as he withdrew it from her mouth, punctuated by a soft, wet pop.
“You’re such a good girl,” he praised, letting her hair tumble down her back. “So eager to please.”
Logan made a strangled noise that nearly drew her attention, but Sam caught her by the chin before she could turn.
“Ah, ah,” he chided. “Not yet. Right now, you’re mine. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes," she breathed.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
He beamed down at her in approval. Leaning in close, he dropped his voice too low for Logan to make out his words. “How do you want it, Ophelia? Do you want me to throw you on this bed and fuck you until you scream, or do you want to be in control?”
She shivered, her eyes going glassy. “I… I don’t…”
He captured her lips with his own—a gentle kiss that asked nothing, meant only to reassure her. She deepened it, chasing him when he would have pulled away. When she lifted onto her knees and gripped his shoulders, he had his answer.
She rose to her feet, pushing him back against the covers and straddling his hips. His dick was trapped between them, flush against the wet heat of her vulva.
