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“You what?”
“I imagine that the guy is you. Or Ransom, or Vic. Or all three of you.”
Fuck.
My cock just about punches a hole through my pants, and I make a noise low in my throat. Sharing Willow with my brothers is one of the hottest fucking things in the world. Seeing them make her fall apart is almost as good as doing it myself.
Memories of working together to get her off flood my mind, and I’m suddenly not so sure this was a good idea. I wanted to give Willow a chance to get off on her own terms, to take back some of the power that Troy stole from her… but it just might kill me before she even gets there.
“Good girl,” I rasp, gripping the book so tightly it’s a miracle I don’t end up tearing the pages. “Picture that while I read. Imagine it’s one of us touching you. Let yourself be as filthy as you want inside your own head, yeah? Because you’re in charge up there. It’s all up to you.”
Willow nods, her eyes darkening even more as she watches me.
“Read that scene,” she instructs, lifting her chin a little as she cranes her neck to read the words across the distance that separates us. “It’s… it’s a good one.”
“I can tell.”
And I can. Not just from the little snippet I just read, but because of the way I can already sense the change in her. Her breathing is getting a little faster, the flush in her cheeks deepening. She’s already turned on just thinking about it, and I can’t wait to see what happens when she listens to me read it out loud.
It takes a monumental effort to drag my attention away from Willow so that I can focus on the page, but I manage to do it, clearing my throat and starting to read.
In this scene, the hero and heroine are in a car, with a driver up front, separated from them by a partition. The hero tells the heroine to suck his cock, and the author of the book doesn’t shy away from describing every detail as she leans over and takes him into her mouth.
He’s not gentle with her, and as I describe the way he wraps a fist around her hair, thrusting into her mouth as he showers her with filthy praise, my voice turns to gravel.
After several passages, I glance up at Willow, watching as her lips part. She’s staring at the book in my hands, but her gaze is unfocused, as if she’s lost inside her own mind—and I can’t help but wonder which one of me or my brothers she’s imagining doing that with. I don’t even care which one of us it is, to be honest, as long as she’s losing herself in the fantasy of it.
I keep reading, my own cock throbbing as I describe how deep the heroine takes him, how even when her body is pushed to its limits, she works to take even more. At first, Willow just listens, but after another minute or so, she lets herself move. Her hands roam over her chest, cupping her tits, rolling her nipples through her shirt the way I know she likes.
“Mmm,” she hums, resting her head against the back of the couch and squeezing her thighs together.
She darts a glance over at me, and I keep my attention divided between the book and her, letting her know I’m watching every fucking thing she’s doing. That just seems to turn her on even more, and she hikes up the hem of her shirt, baring her bra-covered tits.
“You’re turned on,” I rasp. “Your nipples are so fucking hard. Play with them for me, Solnyshka. I won’t let myself touch them yet, so do it for me. Remind me how you like it.”
“Fuck, Malice,” she whimpers, and I grit my teeth, shaking my head.
“Nope. No fucking Malice,” I say, an almost teasing tone to my voice as I repeat her words back at her with a new meaning. It’s not really funny enough to be a joke though, not with the tension filling the air between us and the uncomfortable pressure of my cock against my pants. “If you want to come, you’ll have to take care of that yourself. You’ll have to use your own fingers to toy with your nipples or fuck that sweet pussy.” I smirk as I add, “You can pretend they’re mine if you like. I won’t mind.”
“Fine.”
Fire flares in her eyes and she sits up a little, grabbing her shirt and lifting her arms.
My mouth goes dry, and I forget to read at all for a few seconds as I watch her pull the shirt all the way off. Her bra goes next, and her delicate hands go back to her breasts, pinching and tugging roughly at her nipples.
My balls tighten, precum leaking into the front of my boxers as my entire body goes taut with leashed tension.
Fuck, I want to cross the distance between us and take one of those little pink nubs in my mouth. I wanna bite down on it and make Willow cry out, feel her grinding against my body as she gets lost in the pleasure and pain, riding that fine line the way only she can.
Her eyes dart up to me again, as if she can sense the way my thoughts are going. She licks her lips and then pinches her nipple harder, arching into it.
“Feels good,” she whispers, and this time, I swear she’s the one teasing me.
I let out a rough breath at the sight, the way her neck arches back, the look of pleasure and tentative surrender on her face. It’s so fucking gorgeous, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this. Not ever. Not when it hits so fucking good every time.
My chest heaves as if I’ve been running at a sprint, and my voice is strained as I keep going. In the book, the hero spills his load down the heroine’s throat, pressing even deeper as she swallows around him. Then he pulls her up to kiss her, driving his tongue into her mouth to taste himself. They arrive at their destination, and I grin as I read the part where he carries her inside, so desperate to taste her that he can’t wait another second.
I can fucking relate to that.
