Sweet Retribution (Ruthless Games 2)

I let my gaze travel slowly down his body, soaking up the way his tux accentuates his lean, muscled form. There’s a dark spot over the bulge of his cock, and my clit pulses as I see the evidence of my own arousal smeared over his pants. My breath picks up as I drop to my knees in front of him, and Theo makes a strangled noise as I reach for the waistband of his pants.

I’ve gotten good at dressing and undressing myself one-handed, but I’m not as practiced at doing it to someone else. But his fingers move quickly to help me, and the two of us get his zipper down before shoving his pants and boxer briefs down around his hips too. Theo yanks off his bowtie and makes quick work of the buttons on his white shirt, shrugging out of the shirt and jacket in one go.

His pants aren’t all the way off, but it’s good enough. His cock is free, hard and heavy and slightly curved as it arches toward his stomach. As I shuffle closer on my knees, he spreads his legs wider, inviting me into the space between them. My fingers trail up his thigh, and when I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, something glints in the light.

A piercing.

Oh, fuck, the head of his cock is pierced.

I can’t believe I didn’t notice that when we were grinding against each other in bed that morning, although in all fairness, I’ve never been with a guy who had a piercing, so it didn’t even occur to me to wonder.

It’s surprisingly beautiful, and after I stare at it for a second, I can’t help myself—I lean down and flick my tongue over the smooth head of his shaft, feeling the texture of the small metal balls on either side. I swirl my tongue around them, and Theo groans, his hand falling on the back of my head.

He doesn’t fist my hair, although I can feel the effort it takes him not to do it. I have a feeling he wants to grab my hair by the roots and drag my lips all the way down the length of his cock, but instead, he just lets me explore him, teasing us both with light flicks of my tongue.

The skin of his cock is nearly as smooth as the metal of his piercing, and the way it pulses angrily in my hand sends another rush of arousal surging through me.

I’m on my knees in front of him, and with the way I’m bent over, I’m sure my bare ass and dripping pussy are on full display to the men behind me. But that thought doesn’t bring up an ounce of shame or embarrassment.

Only heat.

My pussy clenches, and I’m sure Marcus and Ryland can see it because they both groan—twin sounds of tortured satisfaction that wrap around each other in the air.

My stomach clenches, and I stop teasing, wrapping my lips around Theo’s cock and sliding down, taking as much of him into my mouth as I can. My saliva coats his length, and I swallow when he hits the back of my throat, feeling the strange sensation of his piercing there too.

His grip on my hair tightens, letting me know I’ve pushed through the last of his self-control, and he mutters several low curses as I begin to suck him in earnest.

“Fucking hell, angel.” Marcus’s voice is rough as sandpaper. “I’ve never seen anything as perfect as this. Touch yourself.”

My amputated arm is braced on Theo’s leg, and my fingers are still wrapped around his cock. I’ve never wished so much in my life that I still had my right hand as I do right now.

But Theo doesn’t miss a beat. Reaching down, he loosens my grip before fisting himself again, holding his cock steady as I continue to work him up and down between my lips. My hand is wet with a mixture of spit and precum as I drag it down my body, trailing between my breasts and down the line of my stomach before the pads of my fingers land on my clit.

Sensation explodes inside me at the first touch, my body so desperate for release that I’m almost shaking. My jaw aches a little from holding it open, my knees press uncomfortably against the hardwood floor, and I gag a little every time I deep throat Theo. But every one of those feelings takes a back seat to the pleasure racing through me.

My fingertips become a blur on my sensitive nub, flying over it in desperate, hard circles as my hips move restlessly.

When I come, I lose my rhythm entirely, nearly choking on Theo’s cock as my body bucks and writhes. Only his tight grip on my hair keeps me steady as sparks dance in my vision and a low groan spills from my throat.

There’s nowhere for the sound to go. It’s trapped by Theo’s cock, the vibrations traveling from my body into his.

He grunts, then tugs on my hair suddenly. When I release him with a wet slurp and look up into his eyes, there’s a wildness in them that sends a shiver of anticipation through me.

“Get up here, Rose,” he murmurs, his chest rising and falling fast. “I have to be inside you. I want to fucking fill you up when I come.”

He’s got a tattoo on his ribs, I notice—the only piece of ink I see on his body. I make out several letters, but I can’t decipher the words and am too distracted to try.

I rise unsteadily to my feet and am about to crawl back onto Theo’s lap when he stops me. When I blink down at him, he grins sinfully at me, then grasps my hips in his hands and turns me around.

“Marcus wants to see, remember?” he murmurs, his hands running up and down the outsides of my thighs. “So does Ryland. Let them see.”

A flush rises up my chest, heating my skin as I look at the other two men. They’re jerking themselves off as they watch us, and the expressions on their faces are… indescribable.

There’s heat—so much heat—but there’s something else too.

Something almost like awe.

Just as my gaze locks with Marcus’s, Theo wraps his hands around my hips again, tugging me backward to sit astride him. My legs fall open, draping over his and splaying me wide, and I feel another gush of wetness leak from me.