Throwing my head back, I hissed, “Stop teasing me.”
“Is that what you want?” He pulled out with an audible squelch, and the excess of oil drizzled down my thighs, soaking the hair littering my legs. “Me splitting you apart?”
Easy for him to say when he wasn’t the one buried in our woman and who’d been waiting to get fucked for days.
Gedeon’s palm landed on my right ass cheek. The strike was hard enough to sting, and on reflex, I shoved forward, pushing into Kali deeper than I’d thought possible.
“Answer it.” His order smothered her gasp.
“Yes,” I strained to say.
“Yes, what?” he pressed as he massaged the affected area, the faint ache clawing its way to my groin.
Unable to stay motionless, I thrust inside Kali. Her whimper caressed the shell of my ear.
“It’s okay.” She stroked up my back, feather-light. “You can tell him.”
I looked over my shoulder. Gedeon’s chest ballooned and deflated at a rapid pace, the bulge in his jeans clear as day, yet he waited for my confirmation.
His clothes remained on, not a button or a zipper undone, imbuing a fear in me that, depending on what was about to come out of my mouth, he’d either make me crumble or twist on his heel and walk out.
He was terrified of hurting me. The burn scars marring my left forearm, the gauze soaked in scarlet on my right, were all he could fixate on. Not my face, not my backside.
My arms.
The realization coaxed me to rasp, “I want you totake.”
He wouldn’t let control slip from his grasp. That wasn’t something he was capable of. But would I test his limits, stretch them until he snapped? Yes, a thousand times yes.
Only not tonight. No, this night was going to serve as a start.
An aura of cruelty returned to Gedeon as he rolled his shoulder with the gunshot scar. Leisurely, as if he had all the time in the universe, he unbuckled his belt. Unbuttoned his pants. Tugged the zipper down.
As he took out his cock, a bead of moisture gleamed in the moonlight. Scooping out a dollop of coconut oil, he coated his length. And then nudged my legs apart as much as the clothing twined around my ankles allowed.
“I warned you.” Pulling my left ass cheek away from the other, he positioned himself against my hole. “Did I not?”
I searched for the shreds of my scattering thoughts to form a reply, but my vocal cords refused to cooperate.
“I asked a question.” He nudged the tight ring of muscle, and thestretch?—
Gods, thatpush, the unusual openness, the rearrangement of my innards as he inched inside, the sensation of fullness increasing with each second…
I fought for air. Choked. Squashed Kali with my weight.
“Zion?” He stopped. “Are you okay?” His palm singed a brand on my lower back as he rubbed soothing circles. “You can say ‘hell.’ It doesn’t have to be this way. We can try again another day.”
A guttural sound rumbled from my chest. I wanted to punch him for suggesting I should say our safe word.
Lifting higher on my forearms, I focused on Kali’s wide eyes, the mossy hues usually visible during daytime now drowning in darkness. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I mimicked the motion, at the same time deliberately squeezing around Gedeon.
He groaned, pulsing inside me, and smugness washed over my consciousness.
“Fuck me,” I demanded, then added, “Gedeon.” He’d developed an obsession with hearing his name fall off our lips.
And it got through to him. He rocked his hips forward, and his pelvis hit me, shoving me forward, nudging me into Kali.
She sunk her nails into my back. Gasping, holding on for dear life, she clutched me as Gedeon began to pound into me. Earnestly.Hard.
