“Eddie ...”My voice breaks against his lips.“Fuck ...”
“You love it.”His lips graze my ear, filthy and taunting.“You love that you’re hard for me while she’s lying here.You love that I’ll make you lose control, even if she wakes up.”
I shudder, grinding harder, breath ragged.Our cocks slide together again, trapped between heat and fabric, every thrust ratcheting me closer to the edge I swore I wouldn’t cross.
“Eddie—” My voice breaks, a plea I don’t even mean to give him.
“Say it.”He bites the corner of my jaw, grinding up with brutal precision.“Say you’re mine.Say you want me to make you come right here.”
I gasp, my forehead falling against his, teeth clenched as my body betrays me, hips jerking to meet his over and over.
“Fuck ...”It’s all I can get out, the rest strangled by need.
Eddie angles my mouth to his again and devours me, hips rolling up until we’re perfectly lined, both of us hard and aching.The bed shifts.Cleo breathes a little deeper, a small sound against his chest.My pulse surges.
His fingers hook my collar and hold me there, mouths brushing, heat sparking whenever our lips part and find each other again.
She stirs.“Mm, what’s happening?”Her voice is drowsy and warm.Her hand flexes on his ribs.
Eddie strokes her back in slow passes, reassuring.“Baby, are you awake?”
Her lashes lift.She blinks up at him, then at me, hovering half over the mattress, flushed, breath ragged.The realization hits her fast.Her lips part, eyes darkening as she takes us in—Eddie’s mouth swollen, my hips locked against him.
Eddie keeps his voice low.“You good?”A beat.“You want to watch?”
Cleo’s gaze drifts over our bodies, then settles on my mouth.Something hungry rolls through her expression.“Yes.”Another breath.“I want to see everything.”
The permission flies through me like a current.I groan, forehead tipping to Eddie’s, and he drags me down into a kiss that tastes like victory and sin.Our cocks grind again, friction punching heat through every nerve.I bite back a moan and fail; it spills out anyway, rough and needy.
Eddie’s mouth tears from mine, his gaze locking on hers.“Then watch,” he commands, voice rough and husky.“And you’re going to help.”
Her lips part.“Help?”
His hand trails down her spine, soothing and firm all at once.“Undress him,” he orders, his gaze flicking to me.“Strip him bare so we can see every inch of what’s ours.”
Cleo sits up, the sheet slipping from her bare body.My pulse hammers as her fingers reach for my shirt, fumbling a little at first, then bolder as she peels it up and over my head.The air hits my skin, chilled compared to the fire burning in me.She bites her lip, her eyes raking over my chest, then down, lower.
“You’re doing good, Princess,” Eddie praises, the sound vibrating through the room.“Now his pants.I want you to free him.”
Her hands move to my waistband, tentative at first, then sure, sliding the button free, tugging the zipper down.My breath shudders when her knuckles brush against the hardness straining beneath.
“Take them off,” Eddie growls.“Slow, so you can see how bad he wants it.”
I lift my hips, letting her drag the denim down my thighs, leaving me hard and aching in nothing but thin briefs.Her breath hitches, and Eddie smirks, pulling her closer.
“You see how much he needs it?”he murmurs against her ear, his hand sliding along her thigh.“Now show him how good that mouth of yours is.”
Her gaze flicks to mine, a silent question.My throat is dry, but I nod, unable to form words.
She sinks to her knees beside the bed, her fingers hooking in the waistband of my briefs, tugging them down until my cock springs free, thick and flushed.My groan fills the room, raw and needy.
“Cleo—”
“Shh.”Eddie’s hand tangles in my hair, forcing me to keep my eyes on her.“Let her taste you.”
Her lips part, breath ghosting hot over me before she takes me into her mouth, slow and devastating.My head falls back with a guttural sound, hips jerking before Eddie clamps a bruising grip on me, holding me still.
“Easy,” he warns.“You don’t get to fuck her throat yet.She’s in control.”
