“Hey, cub,” he said, drawing another stifled groan from Tony. “You know how we talked about Jez saying she wanted to watch us together, and you said that sounded hot? She’s watching us now. Is that still okay with you? And you, kitten?”
Tony tugged his hand out of his mouth. Even in the dim light, I could see that dents from his teeth where he’d bitten down to keep himself quiet. His eyes were huge and liquid in his flushed face—pupils blown wide with desire.
We looked at each other with deep vulnerability. It was one thing to fantasize about watching, or being watched. But now, it was actually happening.
“Yes,” Tony whispered.
“Yes,” I agreed.
“Good boy,” Gage said, and started pumping again. Tony let out a startled cry, his hips rising off the couch cushion.
Heath made a low noise in his throat. “You know Knox is right upstairs.” His voice was nearly a growl. “Better keep it quiet if you don’t want him to hear exactly what’s going on down here.”
Tony’s breath stuttered, and he quickly shoved his fist back in his mouth. I couldn’t say a word, because I was no better off than he was. This whole situation was close enough to the dream I’d been having that I didn’t manage to swallow my needy whine.
Heath pulled me onto his lap, my legs straddling his and my back pressed against his front. I was still wearing the baggy jeans I’d dressed in this morning. Heath popped the button at the waistband and tugged the zipper down, leaving enough space for his hand to delve inside both jeans and panties.
I was already slick from my dream, and watching Tony squirm was only making it worse. Cool fingers teased my flesh, sliding up and down the length of my folds. Pleasure rushed outward from the point of contact, and I cried out mindlessly.
Heath snorted. “I think you and I have very different definitions of the wordquiet.”
I writhed in his lap, because he hadn’t stopped playing with my clit, even as he said it. A half-formed memory from my heat brought another choked noise of lust to my throat, and I grabbed his free hand that had been wrapped around my stomach to steady me. Tugging it up, I brought his palm to cover my mouth and held it there.
Now it was Heath’s turn to groan. His cock twitched hard against my ass, and he immediately pressed his hand hard to the lower part of my face, silencing me. I let go of his wrist, slumping back against him as he stroked me toward an orgasm—my breath whistling in and out through the tiny gap between his fingers and my nostrils.
“That’s a hell of a pretty picture,” Gage rumbled from the couch. “Fuck, I need both hands. We could make ‘em stare ateach other while we forced them to come, neither of them able to do more than whimper.”
“Oh,f-fuck,” Tony groaned, pulling his fist out of his mouth again.
“You could always gag him with something else,” Heath suggested, two of his fingers circling my clit in an achingly slow slide.
Gage paused. “Hmm. That might work. What do you think, Tony? I won’t be able to reach your pretty cock if you’re on your knees, sucking me... but you can touch yourself, and I’ll tell you how fast and how hard.”
Tony nodded like a bobblehead doll left on a shelf during an earthquake. “Y-yes, please...” He was already sliding off the couch to kneel before it.
Gage’s broken leg was stretched out in front of him. He angled his good leg to the side, wide enough to give Tony space to squeeze in close.
Gage had been wearing a thoroughly disreputable pair of gray sweatpants that someone had sliced the left leg off of, to accommodate his thick plaster cast. Tony hesitated for a moment before dragging the worn elastic waistband down just far enough that he could pull Gage’s huge cock out.
Heath’s fingers drew more shudders from me as Tony looked up at Gage and said, “Stop me if anything hurts, okay?”
Gage ran his fingers through Tony’s messy hair. “Don’t make me come, and we’ll be fine. Get a hand around yourself and stroke your cock, now. Nice and slow—you don’t get to come yet, either.”
Maybe Tony wasn’t going to come anytime soon, but if Heath didn’t stop what he was doing,Isure as hell was. My nerves buzzed beneath my skin, from the tips of my toes all the way up to my scalp.
Tony lowered his head, making a humming noise of satisfaction as Gage guided him down the length of his impressive hard-on with the hand still tangled in his hair. My eyelids fluttered as my awareness ricocheted back and forth between what Heath was doing to my body, and the sight of Gage sliding Tony’s mouth up and down his cock in a leisurely rhythm.
Past the scent of Heath’s palm wrapped across my face, I pretended I could smell cedar and smoke as well as Gage’s spicy orange Christmas bread. The four of us, our fate-matched scents twining together with the odor of sex and sweat.
That fantasy, combined with the wet sound of Tony choking on Gage’s cock and immediately begging for more, sent me over the edge. My muscles locked, trembling and jerking. The strong hand clamped over my mouth only partially managed to muffle my startled shriek of ecstasy.
“So much for being quiet,” Gage said, sounding a bit breathless.
Heath chuckled, low and dark. “It was worth a try.”
I shuddered as he continued to tease my oversensitive nub, ignoring my muffled keening. His hard dick rubbed against me through two sets of clothes, teasing me with what I really needed. Having our matched scents mixing together like this was making me feral with lust, even if Knox’s pheromones only existed in my imagination.
Wriggling, I tried in vain to get my jeans down around my thighs. With Heath holding me in place like this, straddling his lap, it was impossible. He growled and thrust his hips beneath me, rubbing against me harder. The imaginary scent of cedar and woodsmoke grew stronger in the nest. I pressed back in wanton counterpoint, feeling drunk on it.
