Breathing growing ragged, I thread my fingers through Damian’s dark hair, holding him in the perfect spot as I rock against his face. Flicking his tongue over my nipple, Slade’s breath against my damp skin sends a shiver dancing down my spine as he kisses a path up my jaw and captures my lips in a bruising kiss. Far too quickly, they bring me to the point of combusting.
Only for them both to pull away the moment I start to come.
I rise up on my elbows to glare down at a smirking Damian. “Dick move. Pretty sure it’s in the rules somewhere that if a girl has multiple men sharing her bed and doesn’t come often enough, she has to leave them and become a lesbian. So I hope you’re happy, because you did this to yourself.”
Grinning, he crawls up to hover over me, slipping a hand beneath my back. “If you’re going to try to make me jealous, hate to break it to you, but that’s not the way to do it.” In a blink, he rolls us so that he’s on his back with me straddling his hips. “And I’m doing this for you.” Kissing me languidly, he smirks against my lips. “Delayed gratification makes it all the sweeter. You’ll thank me when you come so hard you can barely walk.”
Rising to the challenge, I sit back on my heels. “Oh, I agree completely.”
As I tug at his boxers, he lifts his hips to make it easier. Adjusting my position so that he can kick them off the rest of the way, I use the opportunity to share a sly look with Slade. He keeps his reaction on lockdown, the only tell that he knows exactly where my mind’s at is in the way his eyes light up with amusement.
Turning back to focus on Damian, I return the favor, gripping the base of his cock. With the tip of my tongue, I languidly work my way up the underside. Swirling my tongue around the tip, the muscles in his thigh jump beneath the hand I’m bracing myself with. Torturously slow, I take him into my mouth as deeply as I’m able to, fighting a smirk as he curses under his breath and grips the blanket as his side.
Faster, I bob my head, working the rest of his length with my hand before sucking hard. As his muscles begin to go rigid, I pull away, and by his soft chuckle, he expected as much. But I only get to my feet long enough to take off my underwear before I’m crawling back onto the bed, straddling his hips. Reaching beneath me, I grip his cock, sliding it teasingly across my slit and torturing us both.
“Fuuuck,” he rasps, eyelids hooded as he watches me impale myself on his length.
“I can stop if you want to,” I offer magnanimously, rising again. “You know, if it feels too good. Hate to see you suffer by enjoying yourself too much.”
One hand snaps out to grab my hip, forcing me back down. “Point made,” he growls.
Rewarding him for caving so easily, I languidly roll my hips while taking off my shirt, tossing it to the side. Riding him in earnest, I bring myself back to the edge, my orgasm quickly building. Damian’s fingers tighten on my side, eyes falling shut, and I turn to look over my shoulder at Slade expectantly.
The next instant, his arm bands around my rib cage, lifting me off of Damian and forcing him to pull out. As Damian’s eyes fly open, Slade eases me back into position straddling my other mate, but puts a hand between my shoulder blades. Forcing me down on top of Damian, leaving his cock trapped between our stomachs, Slade slides into me from behind.
“You son of-” Damian starts, but is cut off as I kiss him, forcing him to swallow down the soft sounds of my pleasure in a fucked-up sort of power play.
Fingers bruisingly tight on my hip, Slade takes me hard and fast on top of Damian, and all I can do is go along for the ride. Slipping a hand between my legs, I deftly work my clit, and when I start to come, I tense automatically, preparing someone to rob me of it.
But Slade delivers, and then some.
As I gasp into Damian’s mouth, Slade tangles a hand in my hair. “That’s my girl,” he praises, holding me steady as he fucks me through each wave of my orgasm, wringing out every last bit of pleasure that he can draw from me. “You love it when we use you, don’t you? When we remind you that you’re ours?”
Only when I begin to crash down from my high does he pull out, but his hold on my hair keeps me forced down. “You love that you make us lose control, that you drive us insane.” The sound of his fist working his cock is followed by a groan. “And I love that you’re mine.” Rope after rope of hot cum paints my back with his release, his breathing as ragged as mine.
With inhuman speed, Damian rolls us over and growls, “Point fucking made.”
Crushing his lips against mine, he captures one of my legs and slings it over his shoulder before slamming into me with a solid, punishing stroke. Each thrust is hard, brutal, and deep, followed by the smack of the headboard against the wall.
Breaking the kiss, he whispers in my ear, “Is that right, angel? The only teasing games you want to play are the ones you start? You’d rather be thoroughly used, make your other mates watch you come so they’ll want to fuck you even harder?”
Shifting my hips, I clench around him. “Today at least. Who knows what I’ll be in the mood for tomorrow?”
He places a grinning kiss against my temple, and another at my jaw. “I can work with that.”
Sucking his fingers into his mouth, he reaches them between us, finding my clit. Circling it quickly, I jerk my hips instinctively to escape, still sensitive, but he’s relentless. Biting back a small whimper, I squirm, and embarrassingly quickly, another orgasm builds. My nails rake across his back as I arch off of the mattress, muscles tensing as the slamming of the bed against the wall drowns out my soft moan.
Collapsing beneath him, Damian slows with a few languid thrusts before pulling out completely. Scooping me off of the bed and dragging me with him, he gently eases me onto my knees on the carpeted floor. Gathering my hair into a ponytail in his fist with one hand, he guides my lips to his cock.
“If we’re not condoning teasing today, then you need to finish what you started.” Watching every inch that disappears into my mouth, he goes slow, as if expecting me to claim that he crossed some line.
Gripping his thigh for support, I take him deeper and hollow out my cheeks in silent permission. With a curse, he snaps, taking control and pushing in deeper.
“So fucking perfect,” he praises, voice like gravel. “Never going to let you go.”
Forcing his cock deep enough that I nearly gag, he tightens his grip on my hair and tenses before coming down my throat. I swallow down every drop, and with a few more shallow thrusts, he pulls out, muscles trembling. Taking a couple of panting breaths, he drops to his knees and kisses me hard, not giving a shit that he just came in my mouth.
“Fucking hell, angel.” Resting his forehead against mine, he gives a breathless laugh. “You might have to get over your aversion to gifts, because everything in me is screaming that I need to shower you with presents so that you’ll want to stick around.”
