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I faced him on my knees, the hard tiles grinding against bone, my head tilted back to gaze up at him. “So you and Jesse are buddies again?”
“We just had a talk, love.”
Talking with fists? And kisses? Because there hadn’t been many words exchanged. Men were so weird.
Jesse hadn’t moved, collapsed on his back, chest still heaving and eyes tracing my breasts, my hips, pausing on my wet and very much aroused pussy.
I slid my thumb over the wetness leaking from the tip of Roark’s cock. “How do you want me?”
Depending on how guilty he was feeling about his vow, he might not want me at all. Sometimes he just wanted to jack off while he watched me masturbate. Other times, he held me against a sturdy surface and dry humped my ass.
He put his hands on my shoulders, adding slight pressure to guide me lower, lower still, until my mouth was level with his cock. “Lick me with that brilliant tongue, love.”
My inner muscles clenched, shooting electric pulses through my body. I lowered to my hands and knees and greedily took him into my mouth. He groaned and pulsed against my lips, his hands pulling my hair as I brought him to the edge of climax and back, teasing and licking and sucking like my life depended on it.
I felt strong, powerful, despite the submissive position. I’d damned well earned an equal ranking among my guardians, and they knew it. Which made them not only value me in this position but also respect me, evidenced in the way Jesse reached up and lovingly traced the lines of my body. His touch made my pulse sing through my veins as my tongue worked Roark’s cock with maddening licks.
As Roark’s breathing quickened and his thighs flexed around me, I delighted in the way the tiles ground against my knees. The pain was worth it. Because I was the one rocking his fucking world.
Beside me, Jesse’s hand moved, lowering to his cock and squeezing.
Roark clenched his fingers in my hair, yanked me off of him, and used his grip to pull me up, dragging my mouth to his.
He teased his tongue around mine, hungrily, lovingly tasting me. I knew he wanted to fuck me. I heard it in the rush of his breaths and felt it in the hard jab of his arousal against my belly.
But he broke the kiss, panting heavily, and looked away. I followed his gaze down the length of Jesse’s body.
Jesse apparently had an impressive recovery rate, because he held a very hard erection in his fist, his fingers clenching like he was trying to strangle it.
I glanced at the tension straining his face and asked in dumb disbelief, “Again?”
He squeezed his eyes shut and said in a pained voice, “Again.”
I looked back at Roark, breathless, and maybe even a little worried that Jesse couldn’t be sated with a blow job.
With his hands on my hips, Roark spun me, pushed my head toward Jesse’s cock, and slapped my butt with a stinging swat. “I love to watch, Evie.”
As the sun rose higher behind the window, I knelt along the side of Jesse’s body, my pussy angled toward his head, and sucked him off for the second time that morning. My muscles burned with fatigue, my jaw ached from stretching, and my stomach grumbled with hunger. But I loved it. I loved hearing his tortured groans, seeing the sinews stretch in his neck, and feeling the tremors in his thighs beneath my hands.
Roark didn’t do much watching. With his grip on my waist and my ass hovering above Jesse’s face, my gorgeous priest licked and sucked at my pussy, flattening his tongue along the seam, biting my clit, and propelling me into a tunnel of blind need. I grew insane with it, moaning and grinding against his whiskers.
I was two seconds from telling him to piss on his goddamned vow and fuck me like a man, when Jesse did it for me.
“If you don’t fuck her—”
Roark was already there, his chest covering my back, his breaths hot against my nape, and his cock…
I cried out when he thrust, burying his steel length to the hilt. He grunted, his lips pressed to my spine and his hands palming my breasts.
OhmyGodOhmyGod. Roark was fucking me. It felt like an out-of-body experience, one that would crash and burn with resentment and guilt and prayers. Sweet pissing hell, would there be enough prayers to put him back together after this?
But I’d wanted it. Still did. He felt incredible, stretching and filling me in a way nothing else could. I clenched around him, and he shuddered against me, picking up speed.
Jesse grabbed my head and shoved his cock back in my mouth. From his vantage, with me on hands and knees beside him and facing his feet, he could watch Roark moving in and out of me, and holy shit, did Roark move.
