Her nipples are dark, tight peaks against pale skin. They’re begging for attention.
“Look at these,” I mutter. I dip my head, taking one into my mouth. She arches up, a cry tearing from her throat. I suck hard, flicking my tongue over the peak, tasting sweat and Amber.
“Fallon.”
“You like that?” I ask, releasing her nipple to blow on it. “You like my mouth on you?”
“Yes.”
Knox moves in. He’s been standing there, his hand fisted around his cock, watching everything. Now that she’s bare, he looks ready to combust.
“My turn,” Knox growls. “I need inside her.”
“Take her,” I say, moving aside to give him room.
He doesn’t hesitate. He grabs her hips, pulling her down so her ass is hanging off the edge of the seat. He lines up, not waiting for her to adjust, and thrusts in deep.
She screams, her head falling back. Her legs wrap around his waist, her heels digging into his kidneys.
“Oui,” Knox hisses. His head drops back, the cords in his neck standing out. “She’s tight. She’s so tight.”
“Fuck her, Knox,” I say. “Make her take it.”
He does. He sets a punishing pace, snapping his hips against hers. The sound of their bodies meeting is loud, wet, and obscene.
I watch his cock sink into her, stretching her open, watch her pussy lips cling to him every time he pulls back.
I move up by her head. “Look at me, Sunshine.”
She forces her eyes open. They are glassy, unfocused.
I reach down and find her clit. She’s swollen there, sensitive. I rub it in tight circles, matching Knox’s thrusts.
“Oh, fuck! Fallon!”
“You’re going to come again,” I tell her. “For us. For Knox.”
Knox snarls, his rhythm turning erratic. “I’m close. She feels too good.”
Sweat slicks down Knox’s chest, dripping off his nose. It makes his skin shine in the low light. He looks like a beast claiming his mate.
“Give it to her,” I urge him.
Knox slams in one last time, burying himself to the hilt. He grinds his pelvis against her, shouting as he finds his release. He pulses inside her, filling her up, his knot swelling to lock them together.
“Knox!” Her back bows off the sofa, a silent scream on her lips as she comes. She shakes apart between us, her body rippling with aftershocks.
I keep rubbing her clit, drawing it out, until she whimpers and tries to push my hand away.
Knox collapses over her, bracing his weight on his arms so he doesn’t crush her. He buries his face in her neck, chest heaving like he’s run a marathon.
“Mine,” he whispers, the word muffled against her skin.
We stay like that for a while. The only sounds are heavy breathing and the hum of the refrigerator. The smell of sex and sweat is thick in the air, coating the back of my throat.
Eventually, Knox’s knot goes down. He pulls out carefully, rolling away to sprawl on the floor. He looks completely undone, his usually perfect hair a mess, his glasses askew.
Amber is a mess. Come leaks out of her, pooling on the leather beneath her thighs. She’s covered in sweat, her limbs sprawled wide.
