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He fucked me like Alistair should have. He fucked me hard and fast, like an animal, also uncaring that we were right there, on the stairs, where anyone could stumble upon us. His hips thrust, his cock piercing me over and over as he tried to win a war he hadn’t started. Alistair started it.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, turning my head to the side. My eyes were closed for a while as I relished in the feeling of being fucked. I could feel the pressure inside me, the need for a release building deep within my core. With every thrust of Rick’s hips, I felt myself inching closer and closer.
Eventually I opened my eyes, and when I did, I stared at the hall adjacent to the grand staircase. Out of the corner of my eye, past the archway that eventually led into the spacious kitchen, I thought I saw a shadow, a figure watching us. I had to turn my head at an almost unnatural angle to better see, and the person I saw, standing there with a scowl, was Gareth.
He was watching us, and though he wore a glare, he wasn’t looking away, either. I couldn’t see his lower half; I had no idea if he was aroused at the sight or not, but it didn’t matter. Right now, all that mattered was me finding a release in Rick’s arms and on his cock.
“Harder,” I begged, closing my eyes again.
Let Gareth watch. I didn’t care. He’d done so much to me, especially in the beginning, the least I could do is flaunt having a good fuck with his uncle.
Rick obliged, and his hips bore down on me at a rougher, faster pace. He fucked me so hard my back would have bruises from being on the stairs, but the pain mixed with the sex was immaculate. Like nothing else could compare.
I clung to Rick, my breathing becoming short and erratic. The pressure in my lower half came to a fever pitch, and soon after that, it exploded in a wave of carnal pleasure. My muscles tensed, my inner core clamping down on Rick’s length and drawing out a low moan from his chest. My body was on fire, and I threw my head back and cried out, making sure I was loud enough that Gareth could hear.
Let him hear. Let him watch.
“Goddamn,” Rick muttered, “you’re so fucking sexy when you come, Brianna. I wish the rest of the world didn’t exist so I never have to pull out of you. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock.” His body began to shake and tremble, and I knew he was seconds from erupting inside me.
But before he could, Gareth appeared, his scowl intensified, and he set a hand on Rick’s shoulder. “I don’t think so,Rick,” he hissed out his name, pulling Rick off me—and therefore his cock out of me.
“Gareth,” I hissed, watching as Rick got to his feet. Gareth stood between Rick and me, as if he was some kind of bodyguard.
Gareth tossed me an irate glance, then his attention was back on Rick. “She wanted you to make her come, you made her come, so that’s it. You can go now. Bye.” He started to go towards him, as if he was going to drag him away from me and throw him out of the house, but Rick stood his ground, glaring at him, nostrils flaring as he rubbed his shoulder.
He was seconds from bringing his hands to Rick’s neck when I called out, “Gareth, stop!” And to my surprise, Gareth stopped immediately, though his hands were inches away from Rick.
I managed to get up, and though my knees were weak after that orgasm, I moved between them. Gareth’s hands dropped to his sides, his glare falling to me. “I didn’t just want him to make me come,” I told Gareth. “I wanted him to fuck me, so that’s what he’s going to do.” I took Rick’s hand and led him away from Gareth, away from the staircase, where my clothes and his holster were, forgotten.
I led us to the parlor room, a room with a bunch of chairs and sofas. I didn’t think the room saw much use, so it was time to give it some purpose. I pushed Rick onto one of the sofas and went to straddle him, sinking down on his cock and drawing out moans from us both. As I started to rock along his length, Gareth strolled in, not done with us yet. Apparently, he couldn’t take the hint.
“Gareth,” I hissed out his name through gritted teeth, turning to glare at him as I rocked on Rick’s cock. “Unless you’re going to join, get the hell out.” It wasn’t really an invitation; everyone here knew Gareth would never be okay with sharing me like that.
I think it was safe to say Gareth surprised us both when he grabbed me by the neck and forced my head to turn away from Rick. He bent his top half down, muttering, “Guess I’ll have to join, then.” His mouth crashed down on mine, kissing me long and hard, so fiercely that my movements on Rick’s cock faltered.
Let’s just say it was difficult to be on the receiving end of a kiss like that while fucking someone else.
“Um,” Rick started as his hands found my thighs and squeezed, “I don’t think I’m okay with that—”
Gareth’s mouth left mine, and he glared at Rick. “Don’t think anyone asked you,” he growled out. He let me go, which allowed me to meet Rick’s accusatory stare, like it was my fault Gareth was going to stay.
Which, okay, in a way it was, because I was the one who’d made the comment, but I didn’t really think he would stay.
I mean, this was Gareth we were talking about.Gareth. The guy who had rampant jealousy issues running through him at any hour of the day. Why would he want to stick around and have a threesome with his uncle and me?
I didn’t know what to say as I listened to Gareth take off his clothes, but I shrugged and started to undo the buttons on Rick’s shirt. Rick stopped me, his hand slamming down on mine, his emerald eyes furious.
“What?” I asked. “Do you want me to get up and let you leave, or do you want to keep fucking me?”
I knew what I wanted, of course, but Rick had to come to the same conclusion on his own. Whether or not Gareth was here was semantics.
So, in the end, Rick groaned and leaned his head back on the sofa cushion, letting me undo his shirt. Once all the buttons were undone, I helped him out of it, tossing it aside. Immediately I noticed a bandage just beneath his shoulder—his wound from his fight with Gareth, if I had to guess.
My hands ran down his flat, muscular chest, and I could feel the way he tensed underneath my fingertips. He had no scars on him, and he definitely manscaped—but there was a certain sexiness to a man that knew how to keep himself presentable… in all areas of his body.
Rick’s pants were still on, but that couldn’t be rectified while his cock was inside me, so I leaned against him and returned my focus to the cock piercing me from below.
That only lasted a few seconds, though, because after that, a hand gripped the back of my head and pulled. I was torn off Rick, and though the man fought to keep me on his lap, Gareth had already once again laid claim to my mouth.
