He could be patient, but he would never stop trying to help Martin.
Tula adjusted her position on his lap. With her back to his chest, they faced Martin with the length of the mattress between them.
“I know you don’t want to talk about it.” She kept the blanket clutched to her chest. “But what do you want? What do you need?”
Martin’s eyes flashed. “Lower the blanket.”
“Oh.” She tensed against Ricky’s chest. After a reluctant moment, she tossed aside the cover.
“That is what I need.”
“You need my…?” She looked down at her breasts.
Ricky knew the answer before her head popped up.
“My obedience,” she breathed.
“Yes.” Martin inclined his head. “And your trust. Open your legs.”
After what she just witnessed, her trust was a helluva lot to ask for. The mood had been decimated, replaced with a stifling gloom in the air, but that didn’t stop Ricky’s cock from swelling again. The damn thing couldn’t ignore the gorgeous, naked woman on his lap.
Martin bent over the edge of the bed and reached for the box of supplies on the floor. The crinkling sound of a paper bag told Ricky what Martin was doing, and his body hardened in anticipation.
Tula gave him a look over her shoulder, one that said, I know that’s not a banana in your pocket.
“We don’t have condoms.” She turned back to Martin and stared at the foil packet he set between her legs. “Okay. Where did you get that?”
“Garra.” Martin returned to his perch against the wall. “He delivered a bag of them earlier today.”
“Garra?” A sound of surprise left her lips. “That’s why he has a broken nose. Which one of you punched him?”
“It might’ve been the one-armed man.” Ricky pressed his grin against her neck.
“I don’t care that you hurt him. I’m guessing Hector sent him with the condoms. I don’t think Garra gives a shit if I get pregnant.”
She was wrong. Garra had a lot more interest in her than what she believed, but Ricky didn’t want to talk about that bastard right now.
“Who does this belong to?” He cupped a hand between her spread legs and met Martin’s eyes.
“Ricky Martin.” She dropped her head back on his shoulder and chuckled. “My pussy belongs to Ricky Martin.”
Ricky slapped the silky, damp flesh, making her yelp. “You’re going to put that condom on me. Then you’re going to slide down in this exact position so Martin can watch your pussy lips stretch and suck on my cock.”
“Jesus, you’re dirty.” She melted against him, sighing. “Why does that turn me on so much?”
“Because you’re dirty, too.” He slid his touch along her slit, slowly working it up and down, teasing her.
Fuck him, she was tight and wet. He sank two fingers into her velvety heat and stroked her clenching muscles. His other hand cupped her breast, kneading the soft weight.
As she grew slick around his fingers, he curled them into a beckoning motion, again and again. She writhed and panted on his lap, and he turned his mouth toward hers, biting and licking and grunting at her sweetness. So fucking sexy.
“Get the condom.” He slipped his fingers from her body and caught her tight little clit, rubbing it until she moaned.
She twisted around and delivered a hungry kiss to his lips. Then she climbed off his lap.
He scooted to put his back against the wall that sat perpendicular to the one Martin leaned against. Then he removed his boxers and widened his legs. One foot touched Martin’s hip. His other rested on Martin’s ankle.
The position would give Martin the best view of her body as Ricky slid in and out of her cunt.
The thought sped up his pulse and pooled warmth in his balls, drawing them closer to his body. He needed her. Now.
Then she was there, kneeling beside him with the condom ready.
He grew impossibly harder.
As she rolled on the latex with small, warm fingers, he flicked his gaze between her and Martin, reveling in their presence and absorbing the moment.
Martin’s blank expression started to gain color and life, the pain he carried inside him retreating from his eyes. He was a ticking time bomb, that guy. He thought he could keep it all locked up, but Ricky had just found the key.
It was probably going to hurt like hell, but Ricky was confident that sex would set Martin free.
“I think I did it right.” She peered up at him, her eyes round and dark with desire.
“Straddle me, facing Martin.”
She threw a leg over his lap, giving him a brain-scrambling view of her curvy ass. He gripped her hips, holding her over his cock, keyed up and so damn ready to fuck.
The weight of her petite frame in his hands, the feel of her satiny skin beneath his palms, the deep pulses at the base of his dick… Everything suspended, waiting on Martin’s command.