Omens (The Triad 3)

“Your mouth would feel better than my hand.” He released his dick and put both of his hands behind his head as he watched me tease him. I started at his chest, admiring the strong pecs there, covered in tattoos, before moving down his body and taking in the strong abs.

They jumped with each soft kiss I planted on them, and I could feel his dick twitch against my chest as well. And it only made me more eager to pick up where we left off. I didn’t want to make him come yet, but I did want to make him feel good.

As my mouth made it to his cock, I started licking from base to tip like melting ice cream. He never took his eyes off me, and as I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, he moaned, and his hips moved to try and get more of himself into my mouth.

I pulled away and stroked him with my hand, only letting my tongue play with the spot he really liked on the underside of his head. He became putty in my palm, groaning and humping my fist like a man possessed.

When I knew he was getting close, I pulled away again.

“Scarlet,” he said in a warning tone.

“Do you really want to come before the other two can even make it into the room?” I asked him with a playful voice. “I didn’t think you’d want to be the first of the boys to lose his load.” I laughed at the way his face changed.

He moved quickly, and suddenly, he had flipped us, pinning me against the bed with his hot body. His chest hair brushed against my sensitive nipples, and it sent a direct line of pleasure straight to my clit.

“When they come in here,” he said, biting the softest part of my neck where my pulse was hammering, “we are all going to take turns with you.” His breath was so hot on my skin. “We are going to make you come over and over again, until you can’t take it anymore. That’s going to be your punishment.”

“Death by orgasms?” I asked him, thinking about how nice that sounded right about now.

“We’ll see how you feel about that later on,” he said, his smile absolutely wicked-looking as he met my eyes. “I have a feeling you may be begging us all to stop by the end.”