He looked up at Zara, watching her as she swung her head back and forth with the ride. Her nipples were puckered, her body shining with sweat and the glow of passion. Richard leaned forward, driving farther into Hux as he nipped his teeth over her shoulder and then gently wrapped a hand around her throat.
Her eyes flew open, and for a moment Hux froze, staring at the image. Was it fine for her? Was she frightened? Did he need to intervene?
But she smiled, lifting her hands to Richard’s and tightening his fingers with her own, just a fraction. Richard drove harder into Hux and Zara gripped him tighter and they went on, closer to the edge than ever before.
He knew Zara was close, he could see it on her face. Once she had come once, she was always even more sensitive and the overstimulation of the environment, plus her grinding strokes made her pussy begin to pulse wildly, gripping him in pure, wet bliss as he watched her writhe in pleasure.
He wanted to come, he needed it, but just as he got close, Richard dropped his hand away from Zara’s throat and down her back. Hux felt him wrap two fingers around the base of his cock in a tight circle.
“Oh no,” Richard purred. “Not yet.”
Hux bucked against him, against her still pulsing body. He didn’t normally take orders from men. And yet Richard’s denial excited him on some core level that he didn’t fully understand. His control was being stripped away, leaving him at Richard’s mercy.
Dangerous. But Hux wasn’t afraid of danger.
“Climb off of him, Zara,” Richard said softly, “and put him in your mouth. I want him to be able to see me as I do this. I wantyouto be in control of when he spends.”
Zara glanced down at Hux, her expression heavy with desire. But also a question. A request for permission, consent. Hux gave it with a nod and she smiled as she slung her leg over him and slithered to the ground beside the bed. She caught him in her hand, holding tight enough to curb his orgasm but not hard enough to hurt. She lowered her mouth over him, swirling her tongue in a teasing thrust.
Now that she wasn’t seated on him, Hux had a clear view of Richard, up on his knees, Hux’s backside pressed into his thighs, his legs bunched around Richard’s armpits. Richard held his stare as he stroked, deeper, slower, toying with Hux. Making him quake in Zara’s mouth.
She looked up at him, watching him. But every time he edged close to release, she gripped him just so and the edge faded away, making him chase it again. This went on for what felt like an eternity, and he shivered at being at the complete mercy of his two lovers.
“I want to make him come,” Zara said, lifting her head from his lap and looking at Richard.
Richard’s face was red with exertion and holding back his own pleasure and he nodded. “I don’t think I can torment any of us any longer.”
With that Zara and Richard both began to work him in earnest. Richard’s thrusts increased and he circled his hips to stimulate Hux further. Zara took him deeper in her throat, moaning around him and dragging him right to the precipice all over again. Only this time, when the pleasure peaked and his legs began to shake, no one stopped him.
He came in a roar of pleasure, pumping hot into Zara’s throat as she took every drop. His release seemed to free Richard, because he also made a low groan and withdrew from Hux’s arse, coming on his stomach as he let out a series of garbled curses.
Richard collapsed over him, his head near Hux’s ribcage. Zara laid herself over his body and he wrapped his arms around her as she tangled her legs in his.
How long they all lay there, struck mute by pleasure, he couldn’t have said. It felt like a moment, it felt like a lifetime. He never wanted it to end was all he knew. There were few times that he felt the comfort of surrender. When he did…it was hard to go back to a life led with constant vigilance.
But at last Richard lifted his head, peppering Hux’s side and then Zara’s shoulder with light, shiver-inducing kisses. “I’m surprised neither of you asked where I was this morning.”
Zara laughed, the vibration of it rumbling through Hux. “We were all a little busy for small talk. So where were you?”
“Well, we slept the morning away,” Richard said. “So I was arranging for our luncheon. Which…” He glanced over at the clock on the mantel. “We are already late for, I fear.”
Hux laughed at the idea that they were on a timetable. And once he started, he couldn’t stop. Zara joined in and then Richard, though the other’s man’s full laugh seemed a little rusty. But they laughed together and it was wonderful.
“Shall we clean up and dress, then?” Zara asked at last. “With our apologies to the staff?”
“I suppose I could eat,” Hux said, his stomach grumbling as if on cue. “Food first, then one or both of you.”
Zara leaned up and kissed him. “Sounds perfect.”
And Hux realized, in that warm and close moment…that it very nearly was.
CHAPTER8
Hux
The lunch was worth the wait, for the spread was amazing—too much food for three people, even ones made ravenous by sex and sin. But even as Hux devoured all on his plate, he keenly felt the disparity in his position to Richard. He was a man who had grown up unable to waste even a scrap of food. Starvation had always been a possibility long into his adulthood.
But Richard, he could dispose of piles of uneaten food in the alleyways and never think once about what he’d lost versus what he had.
