My erection throbbed. It was untouched and leaking and harder than it had ever been in my life.
“Hollow your cheeks and suck.”
My cheeks caved in around him, making obscene sounds.
The rumble in his chest went straight to my balls. “Enough.” He pushed me away. “If you keep going, I’ll come, and that’s not how I want tonight to end.”
Ophelia had recovered enough to watch us. She was propped on one elbow, and her free hand drifted to circle her clit.
“Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”
Her hand froze. “No, sir.”
“Then, stop.”
She jerked her hand away and rested her palms flat on the sheets.
“Oliver. On your back.”
When I rolled over and stretched out on the mattress, my hardness jutted toward the ceiling. It was so rigid the skin stretched taut, aching more with every heartbeat. Kiernan positioned Ophelia above me until she straddled my hips. Her slick heat hovered above me, warmth radiating from her core.
“Take him inside you. Slowly. I want to watch.”
She wrapped her hand around me, positioned me at her entrance, then sank down inch by torturous inch.
Slick heat enveloped me, and her inner walls gripped my cock, stretching around me as she took me in. The visual of me disappearing inside her was nearly my undoing.
She sank until she was so deep I could feel the entrance to her womb kissing the tip of my cock.
My hands found her hips, and I dug into her soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises while I fought the desperate urge to thrust up into her.
“Keep still.” Kiernan pinned me to the mattress, his palm hot over my racing heart. “Let her set the pace.”
She rode me slowly. She rose until only the tip remained inside her, then sank down until I bottomed out again. She repeated the motion over and over. It was deliberate, controlled, and maddening.
Kiernan’s hand held me still. My instincts screamed to slam her down and take what I needed. But his palm kept me pinned to the mattress, forcing me to lie there and take whatever she gave.
Then he stood behind her and cupped her breasts, filling his palms with her soft flesh. He kneaded them, rolled her nipples, then pinched until she gasped.
She moaned and ground down harder onto me, clenching around me enough for me to see stars.
His eyes locked on mine over her shoulder as I came apart.
“Kiernan.” His name, raw and desperate, tore from me.“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
His hand left her breast and reached between her thighs. He wrapped it around the base of my cock and squeezed.
The added pressure made us both cry out. She clenched harder around me, and I throbbed deeper. His calloused touch was a new point of contact and a new source of overwhelming pleasure.
“Like this?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
He worked the exposed length of my erection while she rode me. His callused palm dragged over my sensitive flesh with each rise and fall of her hips. His other hand returned to her breast and tugged her nipple.
