Sitting on Jake’s lap is much different than sitting on Ryder’s lap because he’s completely naked—save the towel draped loosely over his groin. But when I settle in against him, my knee presses one end into the mattress, shifting it aside so that I can feel the full length of his erection jerk against me. My reaction ispure liquid heat, starting in my center and radiating outwards. I close my arms tighter around him and kiss him hungrily.
He groans, wraps his arms around my back and moves his hips as he kisses me back, his cock rubbing against me, the friction immediately igniting. My breath hitches and I rock my hips back in response. It feels so good. After kissing three of them my nerves are already on fire. He pulls me in tight, kissing me like he’s making up for all the lost time, and moving against me—oh God. Stroke after stroke after stroke of his hard cock rubbing through the thin cotton of my clothing, right where I need him.
I could actually come like this. The thought startles me. I almost break the kiss, but he pulls me in tighter, moving against me like he senses that I’m losing control. I can hardly breathe, but now I can’t stop moving, grinding against that hard ridge that feels so good, chasing what I need.
“Well, holy shit,” I hear Damian say. But I can’t stop. I don’t stop. I let myself get lost in Jake’s mouth and the feel of his body. I don’t try to put a limit on it or stop it. I just enjoy it.
He groans into my mouth, moves his hands down to my ass so that he can hold me in place, and grinds harder, his cock solid, stroking against my clit through the fabric of my pants. My heart is beating too fast, my cheeks hot, I can’t get enough oxygen. I have to break away, tilt my head up, gasping for air now. I’m so close, and I don’t think I can fight it anymore.
“That’s right, baby,” Ryder says, reaching for my hair and curling a lock of it around his fingers. “Let go.”
Fuck.He’s right there. They all are. Watching me—
And then it happens. My center pulls together and then explodes outwards.
“Oh God, yes,” Jake rasps as my whole body shudders, my knees pressing tight against him. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
His breathing sounds strained, rough, on the edge. Ryder’s hand is still in my hair, moving up to cradle my head.
“That’s so good, baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice hot and dark. “That’s so good.” His fingers twist into the roots of my hair, and he pulls—gently, but enough to draw my head back. “Now do you know what I want you to do?”
I shake my head, leaning into his palm, half-smiling.
It’s funny, actually. This was supposed to be about whatIwanted.
But I want everything, so maybe it makes more sense if the person with limits is in charge.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask him.
“I want you to suck him,” he orders, low and rough.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
IT’S IMPOSSIBLY STRANGE and complicated to love four people—and to be unable to choose between them. For as long as I’ve known these men there’s always been someone I want who isn’t mine in that moment. Someone out of reach. But tonight, with the air tight around us, I can feel that gap closing, and it’s scary and exciting.
I don’t hesitate to kneel down on the worn carpet in obedience to Ryder’s demand. There’s nothing I want more than to feel close to Jake at last. Again. Finally.
He spreads his knees, letting me settle between his legs, watching me with a heated expression. A small, satisfied smile touches his lips, an intimate curve just for me, even with an audience. The sight of his erection—long and thick, with a prominent vein pulsing along its length—makes a fresh clench of desire seize low in my belly.
I place my hands on the warm, hard muscles of his thighs and glance once more at Ryder. There’s more than permission written across his face. He’s gripped and focused. Intense.
It’s turning him on.
The idea that this could be more than tolerance on Ryder’s part sets my heart racing. It makes the possibility of not having to choose that much more real.
I lean in and wrap my lips over the head of Jake’s cock, letting my tongue trace the sensitive ridge underneath as I takehim deeper. The weight of him on my tongue is welcome and familiar. He inhales on a sharp hiss and his pelvis tilts forward, a plea for more.
“Jesus Christ, Max,” he bites out. “Fuck yes, that mouth.”
I pull back, milking him with the tight seal of my lips, and then swirl my tongue around his head before swallowing him again. I push myself to go deeper, until his length hits the back of my throat.
“Oh, God.” The sound is wrenched from him. I moan in response, the vibration making his entire body jerk. A salty bead of fluid leaks onto my tongue. The taste of him, salt and musk andJake, sends a shiver down my spine, making me even more hot and slick between my thighs than I already am.
I feel a hand sweep over my scalp, lifting up my hair and pulling it off my neck, and I know it’s not Jake, who’s leaning back on his hands.
I pull back with a wet, obscene pop, my lips feeling swollen and glossy, and look over my shoulder. Damian is right there, bent close, his face taut with concentration. One hand is knotted in my hair, a firm anchor. The other is wrapped around his own impressive erection, his boxers shoved down just enough to free himself.
I reach out, finding his wrist, and he lets me take over, his hand falling away as I wrap my fingers around his steel-hard flesh. He groans, his cock thickening in my grip, and fuck…it makes me even wetter.
