His grip on my throat is harsh, and he uses his other hand to push my face clean up against the glass. I close my eyes, I try to wriggle free, but it’s no use, and then I feel it.
His cock, pressed against my ass. Hard as a fucking rock.
I suck in a breath, trying to shake my head, but every bone in my body is like Jell-O.
And then I hear it. I don’t even have to open my eyes. My body shakes as the faint sound of a moan carries through the open slats on the side of the wall, and my cock throbs.
Between that sound and Gage’s hardness pressed against me, I can’t help but groan.
Gage grunts against me as he removes his hand from my throat, and I can’t move.
I suck in a breath, trying to gain a semblance of control, but it’s too difficult.
“More,” I hear her breathy voice command, and I thrust against the two-way without thinking.
And then I feelhim.Or more aptly, his hand, sliding around and grabbing me.
I cry out as I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Open your eyes, Em,” Gage commands.
“No,” I hiss. His hand slides to my waistband. With one hand he flicks open the button and unzips my tactical pants, and my entire body shakes.
I’m caught between the feeling of relief and terror, between arousal and something else I can’t quite place, but… The need to obey and fight is like a strange sort of war I’ve never felt before. I don’t know what I’m fighting, don’t know what or who I want to obey.
Auryn’s moans carry through the space. I mewl in defeat as Gage slides his hand down my fucking pants, and I growl.
“I said,” Gage snaps, his hand cupping my cock as he presses me against the glass hard, “open your fucking eyes.”
Some switch flips, and I open them without thinking. My cock moistens with precum the minute I lay my eyes on them.
Gage’s fingers slide over my moist cockhead, and I let out a tortured whine.
She’s fucking him. Riding him like she should be ridingme.
“See, I think you are jealous, Em,” Gage says, his voice thick and dark. “I think you’re jealous and don’t know how to share.”
“I—”
Gage keeps one hand on my cock while he tears his free hand from me, stroking me slowly. Tortuously.
“You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar,” he says, the echo of his belt loosening in the air behind me causing me to thrust into his hand.
I’m so hard it hurts, and though I know I should look away, push him off of me, and punch him square in the jaw, I…can’t.
And I don’t want to.
“Diego and Olly know that, but you—” He lets go of my cock, and I whine, hating the feeling of bouncing free with nothing to rut against.
I try to grab my cock, but he grabs my hand and pins it behind my back.
“No,” he says, grabbing my other hand and doing the same. He uses one hand to hold both my wrists behind my back. I try to thrust against the glass, needing to feel the friction, but it’s hard and cold and doesn’t feel as good as his hand.
“You don’t get to come until I say so, because you have not been very nice, Em. So I’m not going to be very nice to you.”
I growl as he presses himself against me, harder, and that’s when I feel it.
Something hard, wet, and large pressing against my seam. I tense.
