I heard Lorenzo’s slow hiss of breath before he said, “maybe I should fuck that cocky mouth, instead?”
“I’ll take that as a no, then,” Rayden retorted, his smug grin unmistakable that he was enjoying taunting Lorenzo.
Maybe it was the ultimate mind-fuck for Rayden or maybe it was payback for the kidnapping. Regardless, I had to admit that while my chemistry with him was potent, what he had with Lorenzo was unachievable and I believed it began from the moment Lorenzo sat down at the bar that first time he met Rayden.
“Come here, Rayden,” his deep voice, seductive and husky even to my ears, drew Rayden’s attention.
He lifted his head and I glanced at Lorenzo, my gaze falling to the slow trail of his tongue along his bottom lip. A rogue smile spread from the corners of his mouth. The same mouth I wanted to taste but wasn’t allowed the privilege. He’d fucked me twice, my mouth once yet he’d never kissed me. Maybe it was his way of preventing a deeper connection with the woman he fucked. I could only guess. Salivating at the thought of what he’d taste like, a part of me wanted Rayden to stay put while the other part, the sexually excited part, wanted Rayden to go to him.
Wordlessly, he walked over to Lorenzo. I expected some crass remark from Rayden, that didn’t happen. I watched, waited, heat burst through my spine, the anticipation something I’d never experienced. Was it fucked-up? Who the fuck cared? This right here was what sexual fantasies were made of. Would Lorenzo kiss Rayden?
They gazed at each other for a long moment. Two alphas, alike, yet so different in their domination. While Rayden commanded attention with just a smile, Lorenzo dominated a room with just a look. Yet none of that came close to the stare they now shared. It was like watching lovers speak without words, share without asking, demand without submission. Was it strange that those were my thoughts while watching these men who’d fucked me raw, yet never together?
I expected Rayden to lead, given his arrogance but when he allowed Lorenzo to grip his hip and pull him close, even I wasn’t prepared for the way Lorenzo grasped his neck with his free hand and slammed his mouth over Rayden’s. I gasped. My breathing hitched and my pulse soared. I clutched my throat, my mouth achingly desperate to have their mouths on mine.
I’ve heard people say that if a kiss can elicit a moan from either party, it meant the other’s enticement was unequalled, however the low, guttural groan that Rayden made, told me Lorenzo had a powerful hold over him and left me panting in anticipation of what would follow.
I’d kissed him, deep tantalizing kisses that had made him harder than granite but watching Lorenzo kiss him, a slow ping of jealousy dotted my skin. This wasn’t a kiss. No, this was sensual, unadulterated seduction. This was what heaven and hell looked like, if they’d collided. Stormy, unbridled, domination. Lorenzo wasn’t kissing him, he was making love to his mouth, he was stealing Rayden’s breath and I wouldn’t be surprised if his heart went in the process.
If that were even possible. Lorenzo didn’t strike me as the relationship type of person but he shared some kind of bond with Rayden. Or this kiss right here, wouldn’t be happening.
“Oh my fucking, God, that’s so hot,” I finally found my voice as my pussy internally combusted and I was desperate for them to touch me.
They drew apart, but Lorenzo’s hand still stayed on Rayden’s hip while he looked at me. “Happy, babe?”
“More like horny.” I laughed. “You wouldn’t consider fucking Lorenzo, would you?” the words were out before I could stop.
Rayden glanced at Lorenzo and I couldn’t decipher the look they shared, but Rayden stepped away. “Not happening.” My disappointment must’ve shown because he lavished me with a wicked grin. “Anything else before we fuck you into oblivion?”
I licked my lips. “What about you blowing Lorenzo?”
“Definitely not happening.” Rayden shook his head, this time he didn’t look at Lorenzo but dragged me toward one of the couches.
“What’s wrong, Rayden,” Lorenzo’s deep voice, pure seduction at its best, had Rayden stopping and slowly turning. I followed suit. “Afraid you might enjoy sucking my cock a little too much?” He rubbed a thumb over his bottom lip, the smirk even more pronounced and clear that he enjoyed baiting Rayden. “Or maybe you might suck at it, pun intended, of course.”
I knew Rayden loved to be challenged and waited to see his reaction. Instead, he scowled. “Trust me, old man, if I sucked your cock, I’ll ruin you for women.”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing because watching these men kiss might be hot but watching the unmistakable chemistry between them was potent as fuck.
Lorenzo’s chuckle was low and only seemed to further annoy Rayden. He walked away, leaving me unsure what to do next.
“Come here, Zena.”
I turned to find Lorenzo had moved to one of the couches. I had no idea what he was up to but as I moved toward him, I caught Rayden’s glare from the opposite side of the room. He was pouring himself a drink then turned, leaned an elbow on the bar counter and watched us.
