Stop trying to commit me to memory. I wanted to scream it at him. His fingers dug into my thighs, his fingernails biting my skin without gloves between us. He forced me open wider as his weight trapped me beneath him. I was helpless, forced to take his slow movements. It felt like hours passed within the few minutes it took him to finally bury his cock fully. It left me breathless and full—a pleasant sensation that grew as he slid out and did it all over again.
“Usually Nemo’s here to lick you as we fuck,” Baz rasped. I tightened around him, eliciting a chuckle from him. He pulled out and flipped me on my stomach. Then his hips pressed into my ass as he slid into me from behind. His groan trailed up my spine. Reaching around, he pressed the tips of his fingers between my legs.
“Have I ever fucked you alone? Almost feels like we're doing something wrong,” he rasped into my ear. I whimpered into the pillow as he rubbed my clit.
“Turn your head. I want to hear you.” Baz’s tongue darted out, flicking over the vein in my neck. A quick taste. He hesitated, panting against my neck. Then I felt his teeth. I shuddered. Baz had never been into biting. There was a surprising sharp prick and then a burn. It pulled a moan from my throat, startling him.
“Fuck. Are you okay?” He asked.
“More than okay,” I rasped. I was pliant and weak. My body was hot, burning at the same temperature as his. Baz delicately turned me around, facing me towards him again. His snake eyes dragged over me before settling on my neck. When he brushed where he’d bitten me, I moaned.
I spread my legs and reached for him. “Please,” I begged. He bent down, kissing my neck.
“Of course.”
I’d never experienced so much of him. Everything was bare to me. The warmth radiating off us made me feel delirious. However, the difference in his actions—slow, savoring, and as gentle as Baz was capable—was a concerning pleasure. The gentle caresses and fluid thrusts were suffocating me slowly.
A thought crept into the sides of my brain, and I kept pushing it down. I didn't want to verbalize that Baz was fucking me like he was saying goodbye. That was a realization I was incapable of having. Even if my eyes were watering.
Gentle movement was his whispered demand to appreciate every second. My hands struggled to hold the sheets. Baz’s lips traced the vein in my neck as if he were going to bite me again.
“Don't stop,” I whispered. Maybe if we just stayed here in this room, panting and fucking for an eternity, then whatever future coming for us could be avoided.
“We have a very long night ahead of us,” he rasped. He lifted off me, just enough space for his hand to bury between my legs again. His touch felt like ecstasy. I moaned, falling over the edge. His eyes bore into mine, each thrust growing rougher as I tightened around him. He took deep, stuttering breaths, fingers gripping my hips.
He was going to come inside me without any layers between us. No clothes, masks, or condoms. I wrapped my legs around him, my heart beating hard in my chest. Baz gave in. His mouth pressed against my forehead, groaning as he thrust deep between my thighs.
“Bree,” he rasped, kissing me mindlessly. I wrapped my arms around him tightly.
Then a furnace of heat spilled inside me like nothing I’d ever felt. My nails dug into his skin. For a panicked moment, Ithought I could be melting. When I clawed lines down his back, he groaned.
“Don’t draw blood,” he rasped into my ear, digging his cock even deeper while lava spilled into me. I whimpered, and he gave a full-body shudder.
“I know,” he rasped. “You’re doing so well, Bree.” His body covered mine entirely, his cock pushed as deep as it could. He rasped how good I made him feel, lips dragging across my forehead. His body went lax and the heat inside me started to cool into a pleasing warmth deep in my belly.
Someone else quietly came in. Baz patted my legs and I reluctantly released him. He stretched out beside me, folding his arms beneath his head so his entire body was on display. When he rolled beside me, Nemo replaced him, bending close to kiss me as he pulled his cock from his pants. When he pushed between my thighs, Baz’s cum coated him, slickening his cock.
“Warm,” he groaned.
Nemo’s thrusts grew rough and deep as my hands trailed down his muscular chest.
“Still don’t want to fuck me?” Baz asked, smiling. Nemo reluctantly pulled his eyes off me and looked at Baz with so much longing. His eyes were everywhere, on Baz’s mouth and throat, on his stomach and cock. He reached out, palm cradling Baz’s balls as his fingers brushed lower. Baz sucked in a sharp breath, clutching Nemo’s arm.
“I’m not fucking you tonight,” Nemo said, reluctantly pulling his hand away from Baz.
“Just admit you’d rather me riding you than the other way around.” Baz smirked.
Nemo rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to fuck you just because you think we’ll never touch again. That’s not the type of desperation I want from you.”
Baz clicked his tongue in annoyance. Nemo resumed fucking me, his attention dragging across my body. His eyes landed on my neck where Baz had bit me and he reached out, touching the spot in confusion.
“It’s not like I’d just bend over for you anyway,” Baz sighed. “I doubt you have the energy to fight me for it.” Baz wrapped his arms around my middle and buried his face in my neck, holding me close while Nemo fucked me.
“You’re so pretty, Bree,” Baz murmured, kissing my neck. His body pressed flush against the side of mine. Nemo was fucking me fast and hard, his knot already starting to expand. Baz began threading a hand through my hair and touching my face, the corner of my mouth, and eyes, his thumb dragging across my cheekbone.
“I love you,” he told me. Nemo watched us beneath him, licking his lips as Baz’s hands gripped my breast. Baz pressed his face deeper into my hair, his lips brushing my ear. His hands slid to my arms, pinning them at my side so I couldn’t get away as his friend fucked me.
“Does getting fucked by him feel good?” Baz asked. Nemo’s thrusts stuttered, and a choked groan of shock caught in his throat as he started to come. He didn’t even have time to press his knot in. I felt it swollen against my entrance as his release mixed with Baz’s. Then Nemo was kissing us both, switching between us to muffle his groans on our lips.
