The thoughts in my head maybe more so.
“Do you think you own me?” Sylvan whispers along my throat when I don’t reply.
Heat burns on my core.
I widen my thighs and my sleep shorts ride up. His knee plants on the couch, then he shifts forward, and it’s between my legs.
I groan, eyes closed, as he circles his knee against me. It’s not enough, but it feels so good.
“Do you think Ibelongto you?” he asks, licking a line up the column of my throat. My neck is bare. I’m exposed to both of them in so many ways beyond the physical.
Sylvan’s hand comes up under my shirt, and he palms my breast as he circles his knee, my nipple hardening at his touch.
“Because I do,” he says, right before he bites my throat and sucks my skin into his mouth with his teeth.
I moan, unable to stop myself, the war in my chest abating, warmth spreading straight through to my heart.
He wraps an arm around my waist, twists his body so he’s lying on the couch, and pulls me on top of him, all in one seemingly effortless move.
His lips crash onto mine as I straddle him, dry fucking him as another moan comes from my tongue, unfurling onto his.
He grabs my throat and lifts my chin, and I stare down at him as we pause, his chest rising and falling as hard as mine. Behind me, I feel Faust shift on the couch.
“I belong to you,” Sylvan says, staring up at me. “I’m entirely yours. I didn’t do shit with anyone last night. I spent the hours after practice worrying about you. Letting you sleep without me. Without him. And if you’re mad he made me come without you, love, we can have rules. We can do whatever we want, the three of us.Youcan have anything, so long as it’s only from us.”
I push against his hold on my throat and bite his bottom lip as he chokes me. I don’t care. I sink my teeth in hard, so deep he gasps and I taste iron as his hold loosens around my neck.
“Don’t ever fuck with me like that again,” I snarl against his mouth.
Behind me, Faust runs his hand over my ass, easily sweeping aside the loose material of my shorts and slapping my bare skin.
I yelp into Sylvan's mouth, and he reaches behind me, tugging the fabric aside to give Faust better access.
Then he lifts his hips, and it’s Faust’s hands that come beneath me, unbuttoning and pulling down Sylvan’s pants and his black boxer shorts in one swift motion. Sylvan kicks them the rest of the way off and I stare down at Sylvan’s thick, hard cock.
Fuck.
“But if I’m not touching any other girl, you better make it worth it.”
I narrow my eyes, suck in my cheeks, then spit on his cock. Faust’s hand strokes it, rubbing the spit in, and the sight of it makes meache.
Then Faust jerks my hair back with his other hand, arching my neck so I’m staring into his dark eyes upside down.
“Ride his cock for me, North,” he says softly. “And bend over while you do. I want to stretch you wide.”
My lips part and Sylvan pushes his fingers into my mouth as I stare at Faust. I gag, my stomach convulsing as Sylvan pushes further, and he swears under his breath, like he worships me.
“Fuck me, baby. Please.” He begs so good, and after Faust kisses my temple and releases me, I do exactly as he asked.
I reach between my thighs and circle Sylvan’s thick cock, adjust my stance over him, and guide him inside me.
I’m so fucking wet, and it feels so good as he stretches me, I drop my hand and plant it on his chest, dipping my chin and staring into his eyes as I fuck him.
His lips are parted, eyes wide, and he looks like he’s staring at a goddess when his hands come to my hips, guiding me up and down the length of him.
I can feel him in my fucking stomach when he’s all the way in, a sensation that’s nearly too much, but it feels sogoodtoo.
I use my thighs to ride him, sitting up tall as he grabs one breast, then the other, slapping lightly at my nipples as I fuck him, never looking away from my face.
