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Ilya didn’t answer, but I could feel him struggling for control. I forced him deeper into my mouth, gagging, and his body went rigid. He choked on a breath, and his cock bucked in my mouth, then flooded it with cum. I swallowed and sucked, with Ilya groaning as though he would die while Bron laughed softly. When his knees buckled, Bron lowered Ilya to the floor. I followed him down, not stopping until he gently pulled me up to lie on his chest. His heart drummed under my ear, and his labored breathing made it sound like he’d won an uphill race.
I nuzzled his chest, and he twisted his hand in my hair, hugging my head to him.
Bron cleared his throat, and Ilya’s eyes popped open. He urged me off him, then knelt at Bron’s feet.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes, Bron. Thank you.”
He was thanking Bron? I was the one with the sore jaw.
“Show me how grateful you are.”
Ilya unbuttoned Bron’s jeans with shaking hands, then drew down his zipper with reverence. Bron freed his cock. Ilya clasped his hands behind his back and took Bron deep into his mouth, closing his eyes and concentrating on his work. Bron grunted and threaded his fingers into Ilya’s long hair, gripping it but letting the younger man service him without direction. Obviously, he knew exactly what Bron liked.
Of course he did. Bron had trained him. They’d been doing this for years.
I watched, hiking up my nightgown to creep closer, noticing when Ilya’s cheeks hollowed, and when his tongue peeped out. Bron watched Ilya, but his eyes also slid my way.
“Maybe you can ask your intended to help you,” Bron said. It didn’t sound like a request.
When I moved to get up and join them, Bron’s dark eyes froze me on the spot.
“Crawl.”
Our gazes clashed. Sure, they were paying me to be here, but obeying because they commanded me to do something felt different from being thrown around and used like a doll. I wasn’t a great submissive. It had gotten me in trouble a lot in my last relationship and would have ended things between me and Michael if I hadn’t needed to break up so I could do another tour on the Island.
Still. Did I want to make a big deal out of something so trivial?
I stripped and threw the nightgown and socks in a pile. Ilya’s eyes were on me, studying me with the thoroughness of an artist but the interest of a man who hadn’t seen many naked women. Would he sketch me in his book, the way he’d said he did with Bron?
When I lowered myself to the floor, the carpet cushioned my knees. I crawled the few paces to them and knelt beside Ilya, not sure what to do. I’d been tag-teamed several times over the years even before going to the Island, but I’d never gone down on a guy with someone else helping.
Ilya pulled his mouth off Bron’s cock and shifted over, giving me space.
I moved in, running my lips along Bron’s thick, smooth shaft. He had a beautiful cock, too, even if it felt like hell in my unprepared ass. Ilya followed my lead, mirroring my movements on the other side. Between the two of us we found a rhythm, lips and tongue meeting over and around Bron’s cock, almost like it was a toy we played with while we made out. Ilya’s fingers stayed firmly entwined behind his back, but I wasn’t going to keep my hands to myself. I ran my nails over Bron’s balls, glided my hands over his stomach, and moved on to explore Ilya’s body, too. Neither of them stopped me, and soon Ilya was gasping on Bron’s cock and against my mouth. Where I had trouble going down far on Bron’s big dick, Ilya’s larger jaw could accommodate him. I worked on whatever I could reach, enjoying it more than I should have.
He pushed Ilya back and dragged my mouth onto him instead. Ilya leaned his head against Bron’s leg and watched me struggle to take him, encouraging me with his gaze.
When he came, I swallowed, grateful he wasn’t as unaccustomed to blowjobs as Ilya, who’d almost drowned me. If Bron controlled Ilya’s orgasms though, who knew how long Ilya had been saving up his load?
Bron pulled free of my mouth, and I knelt patiently, even though I was the only one in the room who hadn’t gotten off. On the Island, I’d rarely needed to masturbate—there were enough men there willing to help a girl out. As soon as these two got out of my room, though, I’d be taking care of myself.
Ilya put a hand on my stomach, giving me a half grin. “Our cum is mixed together in there.”
Raising my brows, I looked at Bron, whose mouth twitched in the faintest sign of amusement.
“Good thing you can’t get a girl pregnant that way,” I teased.
His face reddened.
Bron pushed him at me. “Kiss her with your tongue, and taste us both in her mouth.”
Shyly, he brushed his mouth over mine. Rather than taking control of things this time, I let him deepen the kiss. His tongue teased at mine, and I stayed passive until he twined them together. It was like a rekindling of making out in the kitchen—picking up where we’d left off. He lowered me to the carpeting and lay down beside me, propping his head in one hand and exploring my nakedness with the other. His fingers were so gentle on my skin that it tickled, giving me goosebumps.
“Enough.” Bron kicked Ilya with his heavy boot, making him grunt in pain. “Get up. Both of you.”
Ilya got immediately to his feet, hanging onto his jeans so they didn’t fall down the rest of the way.
“Go watch your movie. We’ll do more of this tomorrow.” His eyes were alight with sadistic amusement as Ilya grimaced. His cock was a bulge in his jeans. “No pleasuring each other or yourselves until I give you permission. Understand?”
Ilya swore but zipped and buttoned his jeans.
“How would you even know?” I countered. When I got to my feet, I snatched my nightgown and socks from the floor.
“I have my ways. If I even suspect you’ve broken my rule, you’ll regret it.”
“Promises, promises.”
Bron shot me a look that should have scared the hell out of me, but I only found it thrilling.
Unfortunately.
My pussy was so needy it was making my IQ drop. Of course, he’d have no way of knowing, but arguing with him was going to get me into hot water.
The movie was good, but I had trouble concentrating.
I went to bed later, determined to break Bron’s rule, but when I closed my eyes to fantasize, his fierce expression popped into my head, along with his warning.
Freaking jerk.
