Harmless Revenge: A Harmless World Novel (Harmless #11)

Randy continued to suck Sean’s cock, slipping his hand down to tease Sean’s sac. His talented fingers stroked the sensitive skin. Damn, the fucking man was going to drive him fucking insane. Sean was about to lose it, come right then and there, but Randy, being Randy, knew it. He pulled away. Sean tore his mouth away from Jaime’s tasty pussy to glare at Randy.

Randy shook his head. “Nope. Not yet.”

With a naughty smile, Randy slipped from the bed as Jaime scooted down and straddled Sean’s hips. She pressed her wet pussy against his cock. Fuck. She rubbed against him as she slipped a finger into her mouth. Something as simple as that was pushing his arousal to new levels. Randy handed her a condom, which she opened. Jaime slid back, allowing Randy to grasp Sean’s shaft. He stroked him a few times before he stopped to hold it for up for Jaime.

She took the condom and settled it on the tip of his cock. Then…she did nothing. Apparently she was waiting for him to look at her. He glanced up. She held his gaze as she slid the condom down his cock. Jaime took her time, teasing his flesh as she went. By the time she reached the bottom, he was shaking. The curve of her mouth told him she knew what she’d done to him. Of course she did. The woman knew every button of his to push.

With a growl, he jackknifed up, and rolled them over the bed. She went with him easily, setting her feet on top of the mattress and widening her legs. He pulled her up by the hips and entered her with a hard, swift thrust.

“Oh, fuck…yes,” she moaned as he started to move inside her. The feel of her wet, tight pussy clinging to him almost had him, but he controlled himself, for the time being. Randy was watching them. Sean turned his head and watched Randy roll on his own condom; he joined them back on the bed. He situated himself behind Sean on the mattress.

With easy, confident movements, he worked his way up Sean’s ass. Being inside of Jaime and having Randy inside of him…it was the closest thing to heaven Sean had ever felt. It took him just a few moments to work that gorgeous cock of his into Sean’s ass, then, together, they started moving.

Sean bent down to kiss Jaime, then, he dipped lower and took one of her nipples into his mouth. As he did, Randy dug his fingers into Sean’s hips. They were fucking so hard, the massive wood headboard slammed against the wall.

“Fuck yeah. Fuck. Fuck,” Randy groaned. “God damn, you feel fantastic.”

As they moved together, the rhythm increasing with each thrust, he lost track of time and space. He didn’t know where one of them started and ended. In that moment, he knew exactly what it meant for the three of them to be together like this. There was no one left out, no one who didn’t belong.

Jaime came first. Sean lifted his head from her breasts and watched as she convulsed beneath both men. He felt the vibrations hit his cock first, causing him to tighten his ass.

“Ahhh, yeah. Make her come again. That’s fanfuckingtastick.”

He did as Randy ordered. “Come on, love. Come again,” Sean said. She was shaking her head back and forth as if denying him; but she arched up, her pussy clamping down tight on him again. He had the same reaction as he did last time, pulling a groan from Randy.

“Fuck,” was all Randy said as he increased the speed of his thrusts.

Jaime was coming down from her second orgasm as he threw her into her third. A surprised scream tore from her throat as Sean gave himself over to pleasure. It rushed through him, surprising him with the force of it.

“Yeah, like that,” Randy said again. He thrust into Sean twice more before he held tight and his own orgasm took over.

They both collapsed at the same time, earning them a groan from Jaime.

“You two are heavy,” she said. Randy chuckled and pulled out of Sean, then Sean moved. After they tossed the condoms, they returned to bed. Sean pulled Jaime into his arms, as Randy snuggled in behind Sean.

It wasn’t a bad way to start the day.

Royce felt the late morning sun on his face. He tried to open his eyes, but it took a bit of effort. He’d been stitched up from the shot before they left Europe, but he knew he was barely holding on. He was running a fever, but he didn’t know if it had to do with the gunshot wound or from the various open sores on his body. He shifted in his seat and tried to move his arms. They were still tied to the arms of the chair. He was wearing the same clothes he had been in when they abducted him, and he smelled like three-week-old rubbish.

Fuck, he was too old for this. But he had to hold on. He had to figure out some way to help Sean.

“Oh, so I see that you are awake,” a heavily accented voice said from one of the darkened corners.

“Barely. Barely alive.”

“You’re lucky.”

Royce used all the strength he had to lift his head and look at his captor. The small stature, the bald head, and the stench of a Cuban cigar told him it was Letov.

“Is that a fact?” he asked.

Letov nodded. “Da.”

“What is the end game? What do you need me for?”

Letov said nothing for a long moment, and Royce worried that he wouldn’t tell him.

“I don’t think that it matters, but you are here for my end game. You know it.”