Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I raise my eyebrows in silent question. Apparently we were putting on a show and I hadn’t realized. Maybe it should bother me. This man has been my strongest competition since I accepted a position with the Man in Black. For nearly a decade, we’ve fought and jockeyed for positions of favor, both with Orsino and with Isabelle.
All that seems so far away right now.
At the end of the day, we want the same things. We always have.
I stop playing with Isabelle’s clit and pull the sheets off us, exposing us to Gaeton’s sight. There’s no mistaking exactly what we were doing, exactly how close to fucking we are. And then I wait, ignoring Isabelle’s restless shifting. She obviously hasn’t opened her eyes yet.
Gaeton takes his time. He stares at my cock long enough that I can actually feel myself getting harder under his attention. The man looks at my dick like he wants to suck me dry.
Last night was supposed to be a one-time thing, us proving a point, though I’ll be the first to admit one has to squint a bit to make that logic work. Truth be told, I don’t want it to be a one-time thing. All our pent-up aggression is one match strike away from being pure lust. I’ve always suspected it, but last night more than proved my theory. Having his ass like that was barely enough to whet my appetite. Surely he feels the same way?
Why not take advantage of this opportunity and fuck out some of these conflicting feelings over the next two weeks?
I press one hand to Isabelle’s stomach, keeping her pinned to me, and shift down a bit more to grip my cock with my free hand. I hold Gaeton’s gaze and stroke it, letting him see the challenge there. Letting him do with it what he will.
He doesn’t hesitate. He slides down the mattress and then his mouth is around my cock and I have to press my forehead to the back of Isabelle’s neck to keep from making a sound. The man doesn’t play coy. He sucks me down like his next breath is on the other side of my length.
In my arms, Isabelle has gone completely still. I feel her lean forward enough to see what Gaeton is doing and she lets loose the most delicious whimper. “Oh fuck.”
Gaeton slows his pace, and I don’t have to look to know he’s holding Isabelle’s gaze as he swallows me down. My hands are shaking and I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.
I never, ever, enter a sexual encounter without having a plan. Losing control is inexcusable when engaging in vanilla sex. Losing control when you’re in charge of a scene? No fucking way.
I’m not in control now. I didn’t have a plan when I started this, and now I’m simply hanging on to Isabelle and riding the waves of pleasure Gaeton’s giving me. He moves almost all the way off my cock and gives me several rough strokes while he tongues my slit.
This time, I can’t keep my curse inside. “Fuck, Gaeton.”
“Mmm.” He doesn’t loosen his grip on me but his whiskers brush my aching flesh and Isabelle’s body jerks.
“Is he licking your pussy, princess?”
I hold her still as she gasps. “Yes.”
A movement and he sucks hard on the head of my cock, and then he’s gone, obviously giving her clit the same treatment. Over and over again, until my legs are shaking and I can’t stand it any longer. “Finish one or both, Gaeton. Now.”
“Finish it yourself.” He fists my cock, guiding me to Isabelle’s entrance, until I’m buried in her up to the point where he grips me.
Holy shit.
I start to fuck her and she’s moaning and whimpering and shaking from his tongue on her clit, but Gaeton’s fist keeps us both from what we need. From my cock seated deep inside her. From rough, strong strokes designed to get us both off. Instead, we’re poised on the precipice, pleasure tightening further and further.
Then Isabelle cries out and her pussy clamps around me as she comes. It’s still not enough. Fuck, but it’s nowhere near enough.
Gaeton moves down and then he’s licking my cock around where I’m buried in Isabelle, as if trying to clean her orgasm right off me. I reach around her and dig my fingers into his hair. Finally, finally, he releases me and I sink deep into her.
Which is when Gaeton starts on my balls.
I fucking lose it. “Roll over.” I don’t wait for them to obey. I’m already moving, hooking Isabelle around the waist and going to my knees behind her with Gaeton on his back between our spread thighs. I lean back and press my hand to his chest. “Don’t you fucking stop until I’m coming.”
“Yes, Sir,” he growls, and then his mouth is on my balls again and on the sensitive flesh behind them.