He looks down at me, pushing his length all the way into me. It feels like he’s stretching me out, so I claw at his back and pant.
“Oh, my God. My God… Theo,” I cry out, feeling the pressure.
“Really?” he asks, and then he fucks me harder. My head falls back as he takes control, and then in one swift move, he pulls out. I’m immediately empty and throbby as he steps off the bed. “Beck?”
Beckett walks over, still wearing the mask.
“Beck?” I question.
What does he mean:Beck.
I’m trying to catch my breath, wishing he hadn’t stopped. I swear he was going to give me an orgasm just from the eye contact.
Beckett pulls off his mask, but I’m looking at his pants. He’s already hard.
“What do you think?” he whispers, adjusting himself.
I close my legs, but seeing him worked up makes me hungrier. “I don’t know.”
“You can say no,” he says, crawling over me on the bed.
“You guys aren’t giving me a choice,” I whisper, kicking off my pajama pants and underwear.
He throws them on the ground, leans down, and kisses me. His warmth is different. The way he kisses me is like he’s all in. He caresses me, pulling me in.
He whispers, “You do have a choice––” He looks down at my body and says, “It’s your choice if you want to turn around for me.”
I nod, watching him pull down his pants. I’m so ridiculously horny that I turn around for him, and within five seconds, I feel his hand gripping my ass cheeks, and his dick at my entrance.
“You can say no,” he offers, but I pretend not to hear it.
I moan loudly as I push him into me. He doesn’t move while he fills me whole from the back, and I bounce on his dick.
I move against him, feeling all of him. He grips my ass, but he lets me do all the moving.
When I glance up, I catch Theo’s starving eyes. I stare at him for a moment, but when I look over at Cody, he looks murderous. His jaw is clenched. His brows are knitted together. There’s a glaze over his eyes.
Shit.
Beckett finally takes control, railing into me. I cry out, but my eyes don’t leave Cody’s. My palms fall in front of me, and I have to brace myself.
Cody’s growing impatient. Fast.
And then Beckett steps off the bed like he already knew.
Cody reaches for me, and he flips me onto my back and grabs my throat. He doesn’t look like the Cody I know as he leans down and kisses me aggressively.
“Cody,” I mutter while being attacked by his lips. I try to push him off. “Cody!”
He only pulls back when I grab his face. “Hey, hey,” I say, trying to bring him back to me.
“Do you remember when I took your virginity?” he asks.
I stare into his eyes, searching for the direction he’s taking this.
His face hardens. “I thought you were going to choose me.”
“You just said so yourself. You have my virginity. I chose you every day for two years, Cody.”
