A Worthy Opponent (Wicked Villains 3)

It takes him a moment to disentangle himself from Tink, and I allow it. We both watch him stalk to the bench and sink onto it, sprawling on it with his big thighs spread, his massive cock at attention.

Tink gives herself a little shake and focuses on me. I like that she looks to me first even though he just had his fingers in her pussy. It’s such a small thing, but it feels momentous. A clear indication of how things have shifted between us.

I hold up the condom. “Do you want Gaeton’s giant cock, beautiful girl?”

She licks her lips. “Do you want me to want Gaeton’s giant cock, Sir?”

Fuck, I love this woman. “Yes. I want to watch you ride his cock, knowing it’s a gift I’m only too happy to give you.” I grin and rip open the condom wrapper and then hold it out to her. “Give me a show and I might just let him make you orgasm.”

“You’re too kind.” She’s a little too breathy to make the sarcasm work. She carefully takes the condom from me, but doesn’t immediately move to Gaeton. Tink tilts her head back, her eyes flaring in challenge. “Maybe it’s not me you have to worry about coming without permission.”

“I heard that,” rumbles Gaeton. “Get that fine ass over here, Tink. I’m dying to fill you up.”

She shivers, but her attention is entirely on me. I touch her chin with a single fingertip and she eagerly goes up on her toes as I guide her mouth to mine. All the bullshit waiting for us tomorrow falls away at the first brush of her lips, at the way she eagerly opens to me. I allow myself to sink into the kiss until Tink moans and reaches for me.

I catch her wrists and turn her around. “Gaeton is feeling left out.”

“I can see that,” she murmurs.

He creates quite the picture, and he’s vain enough to know it. He looks like some kind of warrior that wandered into the wrong century, his body giving the impression of someone who works instead of spending a hell of a lot of time in the gym. Hair dusts his chest and descends to his solid stomach, its trail leading the eye right to his cock. Long and thick and more than ready.

As I eye-fuck him, he gives his cock a rough stroke. “Don’t mind me.” He gives a lopsided grin. “I’m just enjoying the view.”

“Now,” I murmur in her ear. “Give me a good show, beautiful girl.”

“Yes, Sir.” She walks slowly to Gaeton, and fuck, the shows starts before she ever touches him. Tink was made to be put on display, her curves inviting a look, a touch, a need to hold her and never let go.

She bends over Gaeton, and my breath catches in my throat at the glimpse of her pussy. My woman knows it, too, and takes her time rolling the condom over his cock before she slowly rises.

I have to work to keep my voice from going hoarse with need. “Gaeton. I want her on your lap, facing me.”

He loops an arm around her waist before I’ve finished speaking, dragging her onto his lap and spreading her legs to hook on the outside of his thighs. I will be able to see every inch of him sinking into her from this angle. Perfect.

Tink braces herself on his thighs and lifts her hips enough that he can notch his cock at her entrance. “Slowly,” I grind out. “Take him slow.”

My whole body goes tight at the sight of his cock sinking into her pussy. At the sound of Tink’s little gasp. At the way Gaeton’s big hands flex on her hips like he can’t decide if he wants to slam into her or slow her down so it never stops. Inch by inch, he disappears into her until he’s sheathed to the hilt.

I somehow drag my gaze to Tink’s face to find her watching me, lust written across her features. I let her see my appreciation. “Ride him, beautiful girl.”

She leans back against Gaeton’s broad chest and lifts one hand to the back of his thick neck for leverage. And then she begins to ride him. Long, slow rolling strokes that have me fighting the desire to stride into the shower and join in. Gaeton’s getting off on the show just as much as Tink is, his dark eyes watching me just as closely.

Waiting for my next command.

“Her breasts, Gaeton. Pinch her nipples the way she likes.”

He obeys immediately, her breasts filling his hands. Tink moans and slams down on him. She seems to fight to keep her eyes open, to keep her gaze on me. I’m all too willing to reward her for that. “Now her clit. Gentle, Gaeton. Tease her.”

“I don’t want gentle,” she gasps out.