One Dirty Night

I bit my bottom lip and looked up into Nick’s strained face.

I searched his eyes for a sign that we should stop. That this was too much for him. That if we continued, it would shut him down and make it impossible for me to sneak past all his defences and prove to him that it was already too late not to catch feelings.

I had them.

I liked him.

I liked his selflessness when it came to putting the world before his own needs. I liked that he would rather cure a stranger than cure himself through happiness.

I had him all wrong.

His coldness wasn’t cruelty but survival.

His scorn wasn’t nasty but a mechanism in which to exist in a world he believed he needed to fix all before he inevitably died like his loved ones.

Before I could figure out what to say, Nick stepped out of our shared embrace. His eyes shadowed beneath drawn brows, lips thin and jaw clenched, cock hard and angry.

Looking me up and down in Hunter’s arms, he balled his hands and growled, “Climb on the bed and get on all fours.”

Hunter smirked and let me go. “Good choice.” Tapping my butt, he added, “You heard your Master. Tell him thank you and do what he says.”

I met Nick’s blazing green-hazel stare and every desire, every heated, swollen arousal swarmed through my bloodstream. I prickled with chemistry and threw myself headfirst into the role play.

If Nick wanted a night he’d never forget…I’d give him one.

Stepping toward him, I said as obediently and beguiling as possible, “Thank you, Nick.”

“Sir,” Nick snapped. “Call me Sir.”

I shivered. “Thank you, Sir.” Dropping my eyes like a good little submissive, I shifted toward the bed. I only took two steps before Nick’s raspy, gravelly voice lashed around me. “Crawl. I want to see every part of you as you obey me.”

“Yes, Sir.” I fell to my knees.

I plummeted into bliss.

And I crawled.

Chapter Seven

BOTH MEN FOLLOWED MY SLOW JOURNEY ACROSS the thick black carpet. We made a depraved procession as I arched my back and unashamedly revealed the drenched need between my legs. The glistening of my desire and Hunter’s. The swollenness from being fucked. The parts of me no other man had stared at.

I crawled as if I wore a thousand diamonds.

I dug my fingers into the carpet as if I was worth a million stars.

My hips swayed with sordid invitation.

My knees splayed wide in case one of them decided to drop behind me and mount me like the monsters they were.

“Fuck, you look good,” Nick groaned, his bare feet thudding quietly behind me. “I can see every inch of you. Every wet and enticingly pink inch.”

“She feels as good as she looks,” Hunter murmured. “I envy you. Envy that first thrust into that tight, slick heat. Envy how she’s going to react finally having you inside her.”

Nick grunted.

I flicked a look over my shoulder.

My heart pounded as I noticed both men masturbated. Two cocks, two fists, two pairs of eyes locked between my bare legs.