Bastian shoves his legs open, raking his fingertips down Kai’s thighs hard enough to leave faint red marks on his skin.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, watching me stroke Kai’s cock.
The intimacy hits me hard. My wild, beautiful Kai splayed out for a man who’s always one step ahead. This is turning me on more than having them both inside me at the same time.
Ignoring the growing ache in my core, I duck down and trail my tongue over Kai’s crown, staring up at Bastian the whole time.
“Seems our little trailer park whore can’t wait for me to fuck your ass.”
A hard shiver chases through me at Bastian’s words, and I make Kai groan hard as I swallow the tip of his cock between my lips.
He’s one hundred percent correct.
Bastian reaches past me for the nightstand, sliding open the drawer and taking out a bottle of lube. He squirts a generousamount over his fingers, then kneels between Kai’s thighs again, nudging them even wider.
“Color?”
Kai’s hand tangles in my hair, and he tries to push me down on his cock so it’ll hit the back of my throat, but I pull back, shaking my head as I glance up at him.
“I want you to feelhim,not me,” I say.
Kai frowns. “You really want this, Heavenly?” he mumbles.
“Only if you do.”
His eyes drop to my mouth, then flicker up to where Bastian is poised between his thighs. I feel his torso expand as he drags in a long, slow breath.
“Yes. I fucking—” He swallows. “Green, okay?” he rasps urgently.
“That’s my good boy,” Bastian murmurs.
I give Kai’s cock a hard stroke, feeling him shudder from the sensation. Then I prop myself up so I have a front-row seat.
My entire body is tingling, but I ignore the sensation.
Because this?
Watching up close as a man a decade older than my boyfriend deflowers his asshole?
This issomuch better than an orgasm.
Chapter 53
Kai
What the fuck am I doing?
Whatthe fuckam I doing?
My body is locked up so tight, I can’t breathe.
I knew this day was coming. I’ve had more than one bizarre fantasy about it in my head, especially after too much weed.
But now shit’s getting real, and I’m panicking. I’d have yelled ‘red’…if panic was all I was feeling.
It’s not.
Rooke kneels between my thighs, his fingers gleaming in lube. The air turns thick under that clinical stare of his, like I’m his latest experiment, and he’s studying every fucking twitch.
