The Boy on the Bridge

I can tell by the way her legs shake she won’t be able to hold on long, and I am not wrong. I’ve barely had an adequate taste of her before she cries out sharply, using her own hand to smother her cry. Her legs tremble before giving out on her altogether, and she cries out more sharply as I keep eating her.

When she squeezes her thighs together, I finally let up.

I look up at Riley, panting and sated as she lies with her back flat against the ground, her hand still covering her mouth.

I know she’s a screamer, but she shouldn’t have to do that.

Rising back up on my knees, I spread her legs so I can position myself between them.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” I warn her, just in case I’m wrong about how far I can push her past her comfort zone.

She turns her head to look up at me, but I can see the lusty haze clouding her gaze. She’s lost in pleasure, she doesn’t have it in her to object—even if I’d let her.

“Do you want it, Riley?” I taunt.

Too depleted to pretend otherwise, she nods.

I smile, caressing her face. “Of course you do. You’re such a good girl.”

She smiles, closing her eyes and nuzzling into my touch.

I let go and slide both of my hands under her ass so I can tilt her hips and position her where I want her. Then I grab my aching cock, line it up at her entrance, and push the swollen head into her slick pussy.

She moans, reaching out and grabbing at nothing. Her fingers sink into the cool Earth beneath her hands. She squeezes her eyes closed, arching and trying to stifle another cry.

Flicking a glance at Sherlock, I tell him, “Cover her mouth.”

“What?”

Riley’s eyes pop open. “What?”

“She likes it,” I tell him, though I don’t know why I bother. He doesn’t fucking care if she likes it. “She’s noisy. Put your hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.”

He doesn’t have to be invited twice. He moves above Riley, grabbing her hands and pinning them over her head.

“Hunter,” Riley says warily, stealing my focus. She’s much more alarmed about this as she looks up at me.

“I know what I’m doing,” I assure her, meeting her gaze.

She still looks worried.

I don’t want her to worry. I know I’m not the one she’s wary of, but she needs to let go and trust that I’m in control of this situation, and I won’t let anything happen to her that she won’t enjoy.

He can hold her down for me. He can cover her mouth to muffle her cries. But I’m not gonna let him do anything I’m not okay with.

She doesn’t need to worry about him. She needs to put her trust in me.

I know I’ve shaken the trust she once had in me, but I’m going to rebuild it, and once I do, I’ll know we’re unsinkable. I’ll get her to the point that she trusts me so much, she never questions me, even when I nudge past her comfort zone and take her into uncharted waters.

“It’s not like he hasn’t touched your mouth before, buttercup,” I remind her.

Her eyes flash, but if she has a verbal response, she doesn’t get to utter it. Sherlock clamps a hand over her mouth and pushes her head back down against the ground.

“Be gentle,” I warn him.

“I always am when I’m playing with someone else’s toys,” he assures me lightly.

Not fucking always.

I want to remind him about biting her, but now’s not the time. Besides, the fucker remembers.

Chapter Sixty One

Riley

My heart pounds as I lie here, rendered absolutely helpless.

Hunter didn’t tell him he could, but Sherlock gathered my wrists and pinned them over my head.

Now he pins my wrists with one hand and covers my mouth with the other while Hunter slides his cock deeper into me.

My pussy throbs around him.

My heart feels like it’s going to explode.

My stomach has been overtaken by so many butterflies, I should be soaring through the sky.

Reckless does not begin to cover it.

I’m not sure Hunter is thinking it through, letting Sherlock hold me down while he fucks me, but I don’t entirely understand the game they’re playing. I don’t know if anyone is really losing, I only know that I’m definitely winning.

My God.

Hunter rocks his hips back then thrusts into me again.

Since Sherlock is holding me down for him, Hunter’s hands are free to roam. He caresses my face while he fucks me. He lifts my shirt and toys with my breasts. He bends down to suck on them for a few seconds, then rises back up and grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he drives into me more brutally.

I cry out, but the sound is trapped under Sherlock’s strong grip.