“Oh, go to he—“
He drives his fingers deeper, sharp and unrelenting, hitting the spot that makes my whole body clench around him. The rest of my sentence dissolves into a helpless, filthy whimper.
“Skye,” Talon murmurs, sliding his mouth down my jaw. “You’re gonna get us kicked out of this fine, classy establishment. Need you to be quieter, baby.”
“I said shut up,” I pant.
“Make me.”
Cassian brackets my hip with his free hand. His forehead meets mine, and I whimper again. Talon’s right. Anyone walking past this door would hear me. And I don’t care. Fuck, I don’t care.
My body is shaking, needing, already too far gone.
So I do the only thing I can do. I grab Talon by the jaw and kiss him right on his hot mouth. At the same moment, Cassian pulls his fingers out of my pussy and then he shoves the blunt head of his cock against me.
My nails tear into his shoulders.
“Cass—“ I mumble against Talon.
“Gotta hurry, Skye,” he growls. “No time to be sweet.”
“You’re…. Never… sweet…”
Cassian pushes deeper, slow only because he’s forcing himself not to slam me into the sink and fuck me loud enough to rattle the whole damn building.
Talon breaks our kiss.
“Awww. Cassian’s trying to be polite,” he says.
Cassian cuts him a lethal look. “I’m trying not to break her.”
“With who in mind?” Talon taunts. “Her sweet little pussy… or the drywall?”
“Both,” he snarls.
I choke on a laugh that dies instantly when Cassian bottoms out—burying his thick cock so deep inside me my vision whites out. Talon groans behind me, dropping his forehead to my shoulder like he felt every inch slide into me.
“Lucky bastard,” he mutters, voice thick.
Cassian’s smirk is feral. “You’ll get your turn.”
“Oh, I fucking know,” Talon breathes, lips brushing my ear. “I’m patient.”
“No, you aren’t,” I gasp.
His laugh is low, wicked. “You’re right. I’m not. I want your pussy wrapped around my cock so bad I’m shaking, Little Grim. I want to feel you dripping all over me. I want to fuck you sloppy after he’s emptied himself inside you.”
Gosh… he’s so hot.
Cassian pulls out and thrusts back in. No more pretending to be gentle. He’s giving me the long, devastating strokes that make my pussy clench around him.
“Skye,” he whispers.
Talon’s fingers slide between us, rubbing my clit in tight, dirty circles. Before it even comes, I know the orgasm is going to be unstoppable. And it sure damn is. My whole spine locks like I’m fucking possessed.
“Fuck, you’re tightening on me,” Cassian growls, teeth at my throat.
“Come on, baby,” Talon purrs. “Break him apart. Make him spurt in that pretty pussy so I can take my turn.”
