I captured his mouth. He melted under me for half a second then surged up, meeting me with equal hunger. His hand slid around my neck, holding me to him as we battled for dominance.
I bit his lip, and he groaned, pressing closer.
“Holy shit,” Cole muttered.
“What are they doing?” Eva asked breathlessly.
“Tristan was sucking on Alek’s fingers, devouring the taste of you,” Cole narrated. “And now, they’re kissing. And it’s fucking hot.”
The sound of his voice reminded me where we were, what we were supposed to be doing.
Reluctantly, I pulled back. Tristan looked stunned, his lips swollen, breathing hard.
“We’ll finish this later,” I promised darkly.
“Promises, promises,” he said, but his voice shook slightly.
I turned back to Eva, whose arms trembled with the effort of holding herself up.
“Such a needy little slut,” Cole rasped, his eyes hooded and dark. “Tits out, ass up, so fucking turned on, you’re dripping down your thighs. And you want us to believe you don’t need this? That you don’t need us?”
He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re such a fucking liar, sparrow.”
Tristan grinned beside me. “You should see the view from here, her gorgeous pussy soaked for us, that fucking luscious ass jiggling every time you hit her.”
Eva moaned, her eyes glazing over.
I handed the crop to Tristan, who gave her an experimental tap.
“More,” she breathed.
“Her ass isn’t the only thing you can hit with that,” I instructed. “Gently at first, on her inner thighs.”
Tristan’s jaw clenched. “I don’t actually enjoy hurting her,” he murmured. “Watching her ass move was amazing, and I love watching her respond to you, but?—”
“Then don’t,” I interrupted firmly, holding my hand out for the crop. “Get on your knees and worship her instead.”
Tristan immediately did so. Eva’s lips parted, and her cheeks flushed.
Experimentally, I flicked the crop at the inside of her thigh. She jumped at the pain then melted. “Fuck, yes, more,” she breathed.
“Who’s in charge here, baby girl?”
“You are,” she breathed.
“Can you trust us to give you what you need?”
Tristan slid his fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out with agonizing slowness.
“Yes, I—please,” she begged.
“That’s right, baby girl. Beg.”
“Please,” she whined. “I need—I can’t— Please don’t stop.”
“What do you need?” I asked, brushing the crop against her skin.
“You. This. Fuck!” Her voice broke. “I need the quiet, Sir. Please.”
