Page 11 of Love & Power

Sliding off the bed, I stood between his legs, slowly stroking his cock. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

Ryker just waved his hand, brushing off my question. “Nothing, absolutely nothing.”

“So you weren’t going to tell me to stop? I will if you want… we value consent in this family,” I offered, dropping to my knees and running my tongue from balls to tip.

“No,” he growled out.

I pulled back. “No? Well, that settles it. I won’t continue.”

Before I could stand, Ryker sat up and grabbed a fistful of my hair, keeping me right where I was. “No, I don’t want you to stop, is what I meant to say. You have my full consent to use that sassy mouth of yours to swallow my cock until I’m coming down your throat.”

Smirking, I pointed to my lips. “This mouth? Are you sure you can handle that much sass?”

“Open, now,” Ryker ordered.

The moment I did as requested, Ryker used his hold on my hair to direct my mouth over his cock. I didn’t fight his manhandling, allowing him to control my movements as my hands rested on his knees. Maybe Jace was onto something—this whole giving up control when I was feeling stressed. Once Ryker realized I was giving him the reins completely, he shifted to hold my head with both hands. This way, he could keep me still as he fucked my mouth with every ounce of pent-up energy.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” he praised. “That’s it, relax and take it all in.”

Closing my eyes, I fought the panic of not being able to breathe from his cock so far down my throat. My eyes started to water in response to my supposed choking, but I didn’t make any sign for Ryker to stop or slow down. This was exactly what I needed—something to get me out of my head and force me to be in the moment. At one point, I thought I heard someone enter the room, but I couldn’t worry about that as I gasped for air.

“God, your mouth is fucking perfect… everything about you is perfect.” Ryker grunted as his thrusts began to become more erratic. “Now your sassy, sexy mouth is going to swallow every drop of my cum.”

With a sound that seemed to be a mix of a yell and a snarl, Ryker shoved my head so far down his cock I was kissing his balls. “That’s it, swallow just like that. Take your punishment for making me listen to Luca getting his fill of your pussy.”

He held me there for longer than expected, and just when I was about to signal him to let me up, he pulled me off his cock. Spit coated my lips and trailed down my neck as I gasped for air.

Ryker gently brushed my hair out of my face before resting his forehead against mine. “Holy shit, that was amazing, Astin,” he shared, kissing me almost breathless. “Thank you for giving me that experience and the trust to put me in control. With everything between us, I know we’re still working on rebuilding that part of our relationship.”

“I do trust you, Ryker,” I assured him. “There’s no way I could love a man I don’t trust. Hell, I gave you a piece of my heart. How much more could you trust someone?”

“In my opinion, giving someone your social security number would be a much bigger show of trust,” Atticus interjected. “With that information, they could destroy your life to the point no one would believe you are who you say you are.”

Leaning so I could see past Ryker, I spotted the surprise guest sitting in the armchair, looking out at the night sky. “Atty, when did you join us?”

“Is it safe to turn around?” he asked.

Ryker tucked his dick back in his pants but pulled off his shirt and offered it to me. “You might want to ah…” He drifted off, motioning for me to wipe my neck and face.

At this rate, it might be best just to take a quick rinse-off in the shower, but I cleaned up the best I could. Ryker pulled me to my feet, my knees a little sore from the stone floor, but it had been worth it. Grabbing my toiletries and pajamas, I headed over to Atticus, still waiting for the all-clear.

“You’re safe now, but I’m gonna duck into the bathroom quickly before something else happens,” I shared, kissing his cheek.

Not bothering to close the bathroom door, I shrugged off my jacket before pulling my shirt over my head. Turning on the water, it was ice cold, so I let it run as I changed, just skipping the step of putting on my nightshirt.

“Did something else happen before you gave aggressive fellatio to Ryker?” Atticus questioned, meeting my gaze in the mirror.

I nearly choked as I brushed my teeth at his choice of words. “What?”

Deciding it was best to take a moment to spit and rinse before answering, I held up a finger to keep him from repeating what he said. Using the washcloth, I wiped myself down and slipped on my shirt.

“Sorry, Atty, you just surprised me with your choice of words for what happened between Ryker and me. Speaking of, why did you stay once you noticed what was going on?” I inquired.

“Because I asked him to,” Ryker answered. “I told you I’m working on accepting what it means to share you. So when Atticus knocked, I answered, then asked if he could stay but sit somewhere I couldn’t see him. That way, I knew someone was in the room, but I didn’t have to worry about interacting with them. I guess you could call it baby steps.”

“You were fine with that?” I inquired, directing the question to Atty.

He nodded. “While I see the logic in assuming I wouldn’t be comfortable sharing intimate moments with others, it’s far from the truth. The more research I’ve done into non-monogamy, I support the theory that a person should have more than one person to meet their emotional and physical needs. Asta, you think I do well meeting your emotional needs, but it’s my hypothesis you believe that because you have seven people to spread that need across so others exceed when I fall short.”