“Don’t stop on my account.” He rubbed his bottom lip with a thumb. “Unless you wish to start anew?”
“No,” I mumbled, swallowing the thickness affecting my vocal cords. I had to get through this.
A weak nod to Zion, and I closed my eyes, crying out at him dragging his tongue over the bundle of nerves and sucking on it once more. His attention on the over-sensitized tissue caused me to convulse, and I writhed, seeking to get away, my peripherals dissolving when he began to hum?—
My back bowed from the vibrations. His fingers dug into my flesh to lock me in as my muscles coiled to the point they ripped. Electricity coursed through my veins, sparking and charring everything in its path. He pushed me over the edge, and a living force pulled me under, drowning me as I choked on nothingness.
A fit of trembles wrecked me from the inside out, and an ache simmered in my joints as my arms took the majority of myweight. My cry nudged Zion to scooch forward, to maneuver me to sit on his shoulders more comfortably, but he didn’t pause. No, he continued to lick, and kiss, and suck.
No matter how much I thrashed with my diminishing strength, he kept it up, and soon my hips were rocking of their own accord.
“What did I say would happen if you forgot to count, hm?” Gedeon’s reproach stopped me dead in my tracks.
A traitorous sniffle slipped past my defenses.
Fiddling with the brass button of his jeans, he demanded, “Answer me, Kali.”
But all I could do was stare at him as Zion resumed his work, pulling a string of whimpers from my throat.
“As you wish then.” Gedeon released a sigh, so heady it roused my panic. “Here’s a reminder, so you do not forget: the count starts with one.” He snapped his fingers. “Begin.”
45
GEDEON
Atear trickled down Kali’s cheek, following the path of the drop before it. “Please.” The dark strands plastered to her face matched the desperation in her begging. “Stop, I?—”
“‘Stop’ means nothing to me.” I spread my legs wider as my erection strained against my unbuckled jeans. Watching Zion devour Kali like a starving dog thrown a slab of raw meat had hypnotized me. “You know your safe word. Say ‘hell’, and he will release you.”
“Please.” Another useless plea abandoned her.
She twitched in Zion’s arms, and he renewed his efforts in the assault on her pussy. Her cries drove him forward, his hips erratically jerking forward, into nothing.
I had been with men before, but it had never been like this, so utterly mind-scrambling I had to consciously will the storm inside me to subside to resist the orgasm about to crash just from watching him consume her.
The sight of her thighs clamping around his head and likely cutting off his air alone had brought me to the edge. Not a single touch necessary.
“You will take it, little death.” In search of a position that could alleviate the pressure, I rested my ankle on my knee.Coming by my own hand would not be a proper sentence for their crimes. “This is what it means to belong to me, to be held accountable for your actions.”
Angling her hips, Zion shifted on his knees, and I had to squeeze myself to put off the impending explosion.
Men, women, I could not care less what was between a person’s legs, but him… Seeing his sweaty muscles ripple and gleam in the dim light riled me up.
Had he always looked like that, been like that, called to me like that, or had I only noticed it after I had acted on it for the first time at Vice? Or after he had dropped to his knees before me in our shooting range?
For more than twelve years, my days had revolved around stats, facts, decisions, not reflections and ruminations. But Zion had thrown all that off the table. And put himself on top of it, his feet dangling, his head tipped aside, his wicked grin on full display.
He would send me teetering from how he affected me, particularly when he would tickle Kali and their laughter would ring across the square like rays of mid-spring sun, the beams so hot they would incinerate me.
“Oh— No—Please—” She thrashed in the binds—or more like, attempted to do so. Zion grasped her so brutally, she surely was going to boast finger-shaped bruises tomorrow.
“You make such a beautiful picture,” I said. “Both my possessions punishing each other.”
Zion tormenting her with pleasure and her convulsing on his shoulders had become my new favorite view.
And the sounds they were making? They weaved into a painting of highs and lows, of agony and bliss.
As Zion gripped himself, his firm pumps planted an idea in my mind. The sound of my zipper being pulled up drownedin their noises as I secured my pants. Enjoying Kali’s blush, I sauntered over to them, taking my time.
