Cleo hums, the vibration shooting through me, making me curse.Her mouth works me with exquisite torment, tongue dragging along the underside, lips wrapping me in heat.
“Fuck—”
Eddie’s voice cuts through, low and commanding.“Not yet.Don’t you dare come.You spill before I say, and I’ll make you regret it.”
I gasp, shaking, every nerve lit.Her mouth is relentless, her eyes locked on mine, the hunger in her gaze undoing me.Eddie’s hand fists tighter in my hair, keeping me right on the edge, a live wire stretched to breaking.
“Not until I tell you,” he growls again, his gaze burning into me.“You’ll stay right here—aching, begging—until I decide you’ve earned it.”
Cleo hums around me, the vibration turning my breath ragged.I want to thrust, to lose myself in the slick pull of her mouth, but Eddie’s grip on my hair is iron.Every twitch of my hips is stopped before it starts.
“Good, Cleo, that’s good, baby,” he praises, eyes on her as she slides down farther, cheeks hollowing.His voice roughens.“Take him deeper.”
She does, and I choke out a sound I can’t contain, hands fisting the sheets.Fire races through every nerve, the tension inside me coiling too fast, too hard.
“Fuck, Eddie—” I gasp, my voice raw.“I can’t?—”
“You can,” he cuts in, sharp, dangerous.His thumb drags across my bottom lip, holding me captive.“You will.Because you don’t come until I tell you.”
Cleo’s eyes flick up, watching me fall apart.She pulls back slowly, lips glistening, then swirls her tongue along the tip in a way that makes my vision white out.My groan rattles the walls.
Eddie laughs softly, cruel and dark.“Look at you.Wrecked already, and she hasn’t even given you all of it.”
“Please,” I rasp, desperate, hips straining against his hold.
His smirk is merciless.“No.Not yet.You’ll stay right there, aching for her, until I decide you’ve earned it.”
Cleo wraps her hand around the base, stroking as her mouth works me again, slower this time, teasing, coaxing.It’s torture, every nerve lit, my body betraying me with how close I am.
“Eddie—fuck, I’m going to?—”
“Enough.”His voice cuts through, rough and commanding.He threads his fingers through her hair, pulling her off me with a wet pop.She looks up at him, lips glistening, chest rising fast.His gaze drops to her mouth, then lower.
Eddie guides her back with a firm hand, steadying her as she climbs onto the mattress, shifting her into place with effortless control until she’s stretched out beneath us.
“Show him,” he orders, voice dark silk.“Show him your pussy.Let him see what he’s about to feast on.”
Cleo shivers under the command but obeys, sliding onto her back, spreading herself open with trembling hands.My breath catches, heat slamming through me.She’s glistening, flushed, wet and waiting.
“Barret,” Eddie growls, his grip twisting my hair, forcing my gaze down.“Get between her thighs.Eat her like you mean it.”
I don’t hesitate.I drop down, burying my face in her heat, tongue pushing deep.She gasps, hips arching up into me, fingers tangling in my hair.Her taste coats my tongue, sweet and intoxicating, and I groan against her, devouring like a starving man.
I lick and suck, tracing every fold, teasing her clit before swirling hard over it.Cleo moans, head thrashing on the pillow, thighs tightening around my face.I grip her hips to hold her still and work her harder, desperate to wring every sound out of her.
“Look at her,” Eddie murmurs, his hand sliding down my spine—firm, possessive, guiding.“She’s close.Don’t stop until she’s falling apart.”
His fingers dip lower, cupping my cock, stroking me with maddening precision—just enough pressure to make me groan into her.The dual sensation burns through me—his dominance, her unraveling moans, the slick drag of my tongue between her thighs.I’m undone.Every flick, every whimper, every possessive squeeze from Eddie sends me spiraling, my own release building with every tremor that rips through her body.
Cleo gasps, tugging my hair, eyes flying open to meet Eddie’s.“Oh, God—Eddie—he’s so good?—”
“Yeah, baby,” Eddie whispers, voice molten against her skin.“He knows exactly what he’s doing.That tongue of his is fucking magic.Let him make you scream.”
I bury myself between her thighs, flicking my tongue over her clit in rapid, teasing strokes before sucking hard, drawing desperate cries from her lips.She arches under me, her hands tangled in my hair, her body trembling as I push two fingers into her slick heat.Her moans rise, frantic and raw, every sound pushing me closer to the edge I’m not allowed to fall over.
“Good,” Eddie growls behind me, his hand gripping the base of my cock, thumb teasing just under the head.I flinch—his touch is firm, merciless, designed to keep me teetering.Then I hear the quiet click of the lube cap and feel the cool slide of gel against the cleft of my ass.I gasp into her, tongue stuttering for a beat.
“Relax for me,” he rasps.One hand stays wrapped around me, keeping me on edge, while the other presses a slicked finger against my hole.He circles slowly, purposefully, pushing past resistance as I moan into her pussy.The pressure is sharp, invasive—then it shifts.Fuck.Heat licks up my spine.
