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I've never thought twice about the men I sleep with. As long as we're safe and clean, I take what I want and give my body the pleasure it deserves. Some might say it's too much and I shouldn't heal in the arms of another. But what do they know?
Leaning in again, I lay my lips on his, waiting for the moment he gives in. His fingers softly roam, not daring to delve into other places. Tracing softly up my leg, he leaves goosebumps in his wake with the tiny circles he rubs against my skin.
"I'm not a breakable doll," I whisper, nipping at his bottom lip. Securing it between my teeth, I nibble more, forcing a groan from the back of his throat.
"I know you're not, Pretty Girl," he whispers, bravely cupping my ass and squeezing until he pulls me into his lap. "You're the bravest girl I know."
I fall into his kiss, letting him overtake my mouth. My fingers rake through his hair. He touches me everywhere except the places I need him. I pull back, panting when his mouth descends my jaw toward my neck, nipping the whole way.
"I'll leave you two," Callum whispers behind my ear, kissing me one last time.
"Wait," I say through an exhale, my breaths shuddering in my chest when I reach for him, grasping his forearm. Warily, I look at Rad, who stops his kisses on my neck with one last loud pop.
A slight smile picks up the edges of his lips against my flesh. "Yeah, dude. You can see the live show this time. No more hiding behind walls." I roll my eyes, squeezing Callum's arm in reassurance.
"Stay," I murmur, staring into the abyss of his gray eyes, darkening with a maddening lust at the sight of us together.
"Ok-okay," he murmurs, stumbling over his words as a red tint fills his cheeks and stains his neck.
Callum stays close when I remove my grip from his forearm. Licking his lips, his eyes drop to mine, and I seize the moment before he can think anything about it. Gently, I press my lips to his, savoring the shudder that runs through him. His tongue dives into my mouth as Rad's hands wander down my body, pulling at my shirt.
"Pause the tongue town session, and let's get our Pretty Girl naked," Rad murmurs, forcing Callum to break his kiss. Callum pants against me when Rad pulls off my shirt and tosses it aside.
"I'll be over here," he whispers, pointing to the beat-up recliner in the corner.
"Oh, no, you don't. This is a teachable moment, dude. Lay down," Rad says, pointing to the bed.
"But-but, I…." Callum turns such a dark shade of red I almost swear he's going to run away.
"No buts, well, maybe hers," Rad chuckles, and I swat him in the chest. "Just lay down. You want to learn the logistics of fucking? Then you need to be deep in the trenches when I fuck her," Rad says in a no-nonsense tone. "Watch as I fuck our girl and learn a little something."
"It's okay," I say with an encouraging grin, nodding toward the middle of the bed.
Tentatively, he sits on the edge of the bed, keeping his distance, staring with such intensity I swear my skin is about to go up in flames. Every caress of my skin lights me up until I'm completely naked, sitting in Rad's lap. Callum sits back with wide eyes, staring like a deer in headlights. From here, I see the tension lining his face and the enormous bulge pressing against his jeans.
"Touch yourself," I demand softly, aching to see his hand stroke his length.
Callum's Adam's apple bobs with a heavy swallow, and his teeth sink into his lips. Nervousness takes over his trembling fingers when he tries three times to grip the bottom of his black t-shirt. Finally, with one last frustrated huff, he throws his shirt next to him, exposing his beautifully toned chest and stomach. His tattoos come to life with every move he makes. And I want nothing more than to lick every inch of him if he'll let me.
"Pants too, dude. Show our girl your dick," Rad snickers, rubbing up and down my body. "Again," he adds, causing Callum to cover his reddened face with his hands.
With one last curse, Callum slowly undoes his jeans and shoves them down his legs. Sitting back, his long fingers curl over his dick, trying its hardest to come out from his boxers.
"Now sit back and watch the show. If you're lucky, maybe Pretty Girl will let you come all over her titties again." Rad wiggles his brows playfully, turning his attention to me. His large, brown eyes take me in, and it's as if a switch was flipped when his fingers caress my cheeks with deep concern etching across his face.
"You're seriously good with this?" Rad whispers, pressing light kisses on my lips. "We can stop. You just told me a lot of heavy shit, Pretty Girl. And I'm a damn gentleman."
I smirk against his lips, forcing him back into the bed. Money lifts into the air when his back lands against the mattress, and he grins at me, running his hands down my bare sides. His thumbs swipe across my nipples, and shivers roll down my spine, causing goosebumps in their wake. Over and over, he swipes against my sensitive nipples until their painful buds beg for the warmth of his mouth.
"Maybe I don't want a gentleman right now." I cement that fact by leaning down and running my tongue over his hard nipple. His sharp intake of breath eggs me on, and I pull it between my teeth until his moan and whimpers fill the room.
"River," he moans my name, thrusting himself against my center with desperation, seeking friction.
My hand runs down the length of his lean body and over his jeans, still secured around his waist.
"Why aren't you naked?" I whisper, rolling my tongue down his chest and over his abdomen, nibbling near his pants line where his muscles flex and tense from the sensation.
A deep groan vibrates his chest when he lays back, putting his hands under his head. With glazed-over hooded eyes, he watches my every move. Piece by piece, I remove his leftover clothes, tossing them aside with haste. Saliva pools in my mouth when his dick springs free from his boxers, begging me to taste it. Precum drips down the side of his engorged and purple tip, pulsating with need.
