“Good little slut,” he crooned.“You came hard and fast.”
Alec straightened behind him, his mouth and beard visibly wet.
“That one was for free,” he said, licking his lips.“The next one will cost you.”
Nick still hadn’t said a word.
And I didn’t care.
Not when I was too busy ignoring the warning signs glinting in Alec’s eyes.
Rowan grabbed my hands and hauled me off the bed. Alec spun me around and forced me down onto my knees. When I looked up, Rowan’s cock was right there as he sat back on the edge of the mattress.
“On your hands and knees,” Alec said behind me.“Take care of Rowan’s cock.”
“Like a good bitch,” Nick hissed.
I leaned forward, placing my palms flat against the floor. On my hands and knees for them. Rowan threaded his fingers into my hair, and I opened my mouth.
Hungry.
Wide.
He tightened his grip and pulled me down onto his cock until I choked.
Alec spread my arse, and something wet dripped between my cheeks. His fingertips followed, slow and deliberate, until they pressed against my arsehole.
The douche.
That was why Rowan had told me to use it.
Alec pushed in as Rowan began using my hair to guide me up and down his cock. I moaned around him when Alec slid a finger inside.
“Fuck,” Alec hissed.“She’s so tight.”
The discomfort was bearable—until he pressed a second finger in alongside the first, slow at first, stretching me further.
I tried to reach back, instinct taking over—but I heard footsteps.
Nick.
He twisted my wrist behind me, pinning it hard against my back.
“You need to let them use your holes,” he said quietly.“All of them. Got that, Ella?”
Rowan yanked me off his cock and turned me to face Nick. I blinked hard, forcing the tears back as he crouched in front of me, his gaze locked onto mine.
I nodded.
“Relax those muscles,” he said.“Let Alec in.”
I nodded again.
Then he stood, turned away, and walked back to his chair.
“Open,” Rowan snapped, impatience sharpening his voice.
I did as I was told, concentrating on relaxing my muscles. Multitasking, I discovered, wasn’t as simple as people liked to pretend. The discomfort eased as I learned their rhythm—Rowan thrusting upward, forcing my throat open, while Alec worked in tandem with his fingers.
