He dug his fingers into her hair, tilting her face, holding her steady as he kissed her again, deep and fast, thrusting with his tongue until she rocked against him with a shuddering moan.
“Please,” she murmured.
“Oh yes,” he said with a smile. “Beg me, Countess. Beg me for what you want.”
“Just take me,” she whimpered.
“Oh no, not so easy as that,” he said, releasing her. “First I want to feel what you can do with that remarkable mouth. With that delectable throat.”
Her eyes widened and then a wicked smile crossed her lips. “So you challenge me to stealyourcontrol.”
“If you can,” he said, though he knew she would. But he wanted her on her knees, wanted Hux to watch him fuck her mouth while she teased herself with her fingers.
She slithered to the ground and then nipped his lower lip. Not hard enough to draw blood, but he felt the sharpness. “With pleasure.”
She started to drag her mouth down his body, scraping a nipple with her teeth, feeling him with her hands, down, down, always sucking and licking lower and lower as she looked up at him, watching him react. At last she came to her knees and she stroked his cock with her hand like Hux had.
Richard looked at Hux, who was perched far forward on the seat, his own cock in his hand. He wasn’t moving, though, he was just staring. Richard angled her head a little so Hux could have a better view when she took him in her mouth.
And then he forgot about everything in the room but her.
CHAPTER10
Zara
Zara had always liked a cock in her mouth. Well, a cock of a man she trusted, anyway. One she wanted. And she wanted Richard, quite desperately. She liked how he was forceful with her, like she was something to claim. To take. To devour. Her legs shook when he maneuvered her, she wanted more of it.
And she did, somehow, trust that he could be given carte blanche to be rough without ever hurting her. To claim without stealing. Because the line could be so very thin.
She glanced over and saw Hux watching them. Watching her as she swirled her tongue around another man’s cock. He looked aroused and almost feral…he also looked worried. Concerned for her well-being, as always. Her forever protector.
She needed that, too. Needed him. Needed this. It was terrifying and thrilling all at once.
She stroked Richard’s cock with her hand while she took him deeper and deeper into her throat. When she had begun a harder, faster rhythm, adjusting to taking more of him, he rested a hand on the back of her head.
“I want to fuck your throat, Zara,” he said.
She glanced up at him and nodded around him, relaxing her muscles, gripping his thighs as he thrust into her. Deeper, faster, until her breath was almost stolen by the thickness of him, until tears streamed down her face. Until her body flexed in time to his thrusts and the tingling of pleasure increased until she was ready to explode.
He pulled away and she gasped for breath. Hux sat up straighter.
“Zara—” he began.
“I want this,” she interrupted, watching Richard so he understood her consent remained. “I want this."
He caught her hair in his fist, twisting it around and around his hand until she felt the faint sting of the tug. “Take it,” he ordered, and his cock was back in her mouth. She watched him as he thrust, his breath short, his grip tightening, a vein in his neck throbbing as he fought for control. She wanted to take that control. To feel him erupt because she had stolen his pleasure.
But suddenly his eyes narrowed and he slowed his hips. “Little minx. Are you trying to control me from your knees?”
She drew back and his cock left her mouth. “I could control you from wherever I please.” Hux made a soft sound and she smiled at him. “I could control you both.”
“You already do,” Hux whispered.
Richard turned her face back and his blue eyes were bright with intensity and challenge. Not angry, not dark, but filled with the excitement of this. The pleasure of this give and take, push and pull. “You will bend, my dear. Right now.”
He caught her elbows and brought her up from her knees. He tugged her close and she lifted her mouth, wanting his kiss as much as she longed for his cock. But he denied her that and spun her around, bending her over the bed and pulling her back so that her arse was raised in offering.
She felt his mouth on her sex even before she realized he’d dropped down behind her. He swirled and licked and stroked, groaning against her, letting her feel the vibrations of his desire through her entire trembling body. He was like fire in her veins, molten lava between her legs, and she ground against his seeking tongue, reaching for pleasure, aching for release that he denied untilhewas ready to gift it.
