I groan, feeling her clench around me, and it only takes a few more thrusts before I’m buried deep, spilling inside her with a curse.
So fucking good.
The three of us stay there for a moment, catching our breath, bodies still tangled, still connected.
Then Eva shifts, eyes hazy but teasing.
“Zander still needs to come.”
I smirk, looking up at him.
“I can help with that.”
His breath catches, and when I drop to my knees once more, this time in front of him, he groans, tangled between pleasure and surprise.
And fuck, I love watching our Queen watch me work him to his own undoing.
I’m back on my knees, the tiled floor feeling like where I belong before these two in this heated moment. It’s crazy how easy it is to do these things that are so foreign to me.
Foreign and submissive, yet I don’t feel an ounce of judgment. A fear of them using this against me.
I start slow, my hands wrapping around the base of his cock as I let my tongue trace the thick vein running up the underside. He hisses, his fingers threading through my damp hair, gripping just enough to ground himself as I take him into my mouth.
“Shit,” he breathes, his head tipping back against the steam-filled air, his hips jerking slightly. “Since when did a fucking police officer have such a good mouth?”
I chuckle, the vibration making his cock twitch in my throat. My hands grip his thighs, holding him steady as I take him deeper, swallowing around him.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his voice raw. “Yeah, just like that.”
Eva leans into him, her lips tracing a path up his neck, her hands wandering over his chest, teasing, stroking. “You enjoying yourself?” she whispers, nipping his jaw.
His eyes flicker open, his gaze dark and wild. “Fuck yes.”
Her smile is wicked as she lifts one hand, rolling his nipple between her fingers. He groans at the sensation, his grip on my hair tightening. “Where’d your barbells go?” she pouts, flicking the now-bare peaks.
Zander laughs breathlessly, tipping his head down to kiss her, rough and dominant. “Miss them, sexy?”
She nods, her tongue teasing his lower lip, her nails dragging down his torso as he kisses her harder. The sound he makes is almost desperate, his hips twitching forward, thrusting into my mouth as his body tightens with pleasure.
I hum against him, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him harder, faster, my hands stroking the length of him in time with my mouth.
“Fuck, Ren,” he curses, his thighs tensing. “I—fuck?—”
His climax hits him before he can warn either of us, his body jerking as he spills into my mouth. I take every drop, swallowing around him, savoring the salty tang before I pull off with a satisfied hum.
Rising to my feet, I don’t hesitate. I grip his jaw, dragging his lips to mine, kissing him hard, deep, filthy.
He groans into my mouth, his hands finding my waist, gripping tight as we share one of the wildest kisses I’ve ever had with a man.
And then, with barely any of his taste left on my tongue, I turn to Eva, pulling her to me, kissing her with just as much heat. She moans into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair as she deepens the kiss, licking into me, tasting the remnants of Zander on my lips.
“Fuck,” she breathes when we finally break apart, her eyes dark and needy.
Zander chuckles, running a hand through his wet hair. “Yeah, I can see how addicting shit like this can get.”
I smirk, my breath still heavy. “I get it now.”
“That’s why polyamory is ‘deemed bad’ in society,” Zander muses, shaking his head. “Because if everyone knew how fucking empowering it can be in the right power dynamic, the world would lose their shit.”
