Finn grins. “Yes sir.”
He buries his face between my thighs.
Three years ago, Finn ate me out like he was trying to prove something. Desperate. Frantic. Terrified that if he stopped for even a second, I’d realize I didn’t want him.
Now he does it like he knows exactly what I need. Confident. Thorough. His tongue finding my clit with practiced precision, two fingers sliding inside and curling just right.
“That’s it,” Malrik murmurs. He’s moved behind me, chest against my back, one hand toying with my nipple while the other grips my chin. Forces me to keep my eyes open. “Watch him. Watch how good he is for you.”
I watch.
Finn’s eyes are closed. He’s lost in it. Making small sounds of pleasure like going down on me is the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
His fingers curl. His tongue flicks.
“Mal—” I gasp. “I’m gonna—”
“Not yet.” His grip tightens on my chin. “Hold it.”
“I can’t—”
“You can. You will. Because I’m telling you to.”
Finn hums against me. The vibration shoots up my spine.
“Please—”
“Not yet.” Malrik’s grip tightens on my chin. “You’ll come when I say you can come.”
“I can’t—”
“You can.” His mouth brushes my ear. “Look at you. Spread open. Desperate. Finn’s mouth on your cunt and you’re already begging.”
Finn’s tongue flicks. I whimper.
“That’s it,” Malrik murmurs. “Let him taste how wet you are. You’re dripping for us, aren’t you? Soaking his face.”
“Mal—”
“I’m going to fuck you after this. You know that, right? Going to bend you over and slide into all that slick heat and make you take every inch of me.” His teeth graze my earlobe. “Going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name. Forget anything exists except my cock inside you.”
Finn does something with his fingers. My back arches.
“Finn’s so good with his mouth,” Malrik continues. Relentless. “Loves eating your pussy. Loves making you fall apart. Look at him — he’d stay down there for hours if I let him.”
“Please—” I’m shaking now. Right on the edge. “Malrik, please, I need—”
“I know what you need.” His hand slides down. Wraps around my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. “You need to come. You need Finn to make you come while I watch. And then you need me to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
“Yes—”
“Then ask nicely.”
“Please let me come. Please, Malrik, please—”
“Good girl.” He presses a kiss to my temple. Almost sweet. “Now. Come now.”
I shatter.
