“Look how perfect you are,” Ashton moans, eyes fixed where his fingers are stretching me open. His tongue slides over his lips, staring at me like I’m the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
He’s saying more, telling me all the things he wants to do to me, how he wants to see me marked, but I’m too far gone to understand half of it. His face drops to my chest, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. And that’s all it takes to completely unravel me. I come, shaking hard and screaming his name so loudly that if we didn’t have any spectators before, we might now.
He lets me catch my breath, panting while he holds me against his chest, before he lifts me and sets me gently back on the blanket next to him. Then his mouth meets mine, his tongue sweetly caressing me, as I press myself against him. I whimperinto his mouth, sucking on his bottom lip as my hands go to his belt, unbuckling it.
“You don’t have to do that. I just couldn’t help myself, I—” But my fingers are still moving, unzipping his pants and lowering his jeans and boxers. Before he can protest again, his hard cock springs free, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
“Shut up,” I tell him. I roll his hips, moving him until he’s sitting up, and shifting so I’m kneeling between his legs. “I’m calling the shots right now.” Then my mouth is on him, licking all the way up his shaft to his tip, moaning while I do it.
“Oh fuck me,” he murmurs, his head falling back.
His tip is salty, nearly dripping. I take him in my mouth, sliding my tongue over him as I swallow his full length. I try to, at least. Tears sting the back of my eyes when he hits my throat, and I can’t hold him there for long. Ashton doesn’t move, letting me set the pace, his breathing hard, hands clenching the picnic blanket under us. It’s not until I start to speed up, moving my mouth up and down over him, that he fists my hair, groaning like he can’t take it anymore.
“Fuck.” I take him as deep as I can again, and his whole body seizes up, flexing. “That’s so good. You feel so fucking good.”
I bring my hand up to join my mouth, stroking him as I pick up the pace, sucking on his head. His hand clenches in my hair, and he starts to mumble unintelligible words, his hips lifting off the blanket, thighs shaking.
I’m loving this. The feeling of him in my mouth, the way his breathing changes when I speed up. I swirl my tongue over his tip, humming my satisfaction, and that sends him over the edge.
“Fuck, Babygirl, I’m going to come,” he warns me.
I don’t stop. I moan around him, stroking him, loving the way he tenses, the way his cock swells even more, right before he fills my mouth, groaning my name as he comes.
When I look up at him, his eyes are wide, his breathing heavy. I look him dead in the eyes as I swallow.
By the timewe’ve packed up our picnic, and Ashton has walked me home, I’ve made up my mind. I’m done waiting. I’m done pretending I don’t want this, don’t want them.
All of them.
I need a favor.
Seb: Anything.
I need to know where Alec is. Right now. I need to see him.
I bite my lip, waiting. I’m not even sure how Sebastian will react to my asking. Alec and Ashton are fine with sharing, but what about him?
What if he wants me all to himself?
Seb: He’s at the house.
Seb: I just dropped you a pin. Security knows you’re on the way and will clear you.
Seb: Go get him.
39
ALEC
Days of planning,endless nights at the office, calls with various law enforcement agencies, and money exchanged under the table, all to hit Dante where it would hurt the most. And tonight, just a touch of that weight was lifted off my chest when I got the call from Sebastian’s contact that everything went according to plan.
Even so, it’s not over yet.
We still don’t know where he is or the extent of the network he’s built here in Fortune City. But with all his focus here, trying to dismantle what we’ve spent years building, we were able to hit him hard enough on his own turf that it’ll take him a good long while before he gets back up again.
And he can’t hide from us forever.
I take a sip of my coffee, eyes flicking to the kitchen clock. There’s still so much to do, so many things to juggle. I doubt I’ll get more than a few hours of sleep tonight.
