His lips fall to my breastbone, and he kisses his way down, his nose pushing my left hand out of the way, so he can swirl his tongue around the sensitive point. He hesitates, mouth open, warm breath blowing over the cool spot and sending a chill through me.
And then he bites.
My eyes fly open, and the moment they do, I gasp, my thighs clamping around him.
Beretta stands behind Arsen at the opposite end of the room, his palms skating down his body until he reaches the waist of his jeans. Beretta says something into Arsen’s ear when he slips his hand inside his boxers, cupping Arsen, and Arsen’s low moan reaches us.
He yanks away, driving Beretta backward until he’s hitting the wall, and gently slams himself into him.
Beretta chuckles but quickly spins them again, and Arsen settles in place, his stance widening the slightest bit.
One of Arsen’s hands slides into Beretta’s hair, his mouth falling to his ear, as the other plants firmly on his shoulder, pushing him to his knees.
Beretta drops willingly, locking his fingers with Arsen’s on the way down.
I hold my breath as Beretta leans in, and while I can’t see in front of him, I know the moment he’s pulled him into his mouth.
Arsen’s head falls back to the wall, his free hand moving to cup Beretta’s face, and then his lids flick open, meeting mine.
Arsen winks, closes his eyes, and Ransom chooses that exact moment to push all the way inside me.
My back flies off the table and he uses the gap to slide his hands underneath, pulling me up. He backs up, lowering us onto the chair, my heels straight on the carpet at our sides, his legs stretched out in front of him, my breasts in his face.
I sink into him, and he growls, pushing my hips back and forth, grinding me on his cock rather than bouncing me up and down on top of him.
He wants to feel me, to fill me, fully and completely.
My eyes hold his, my palms flattening on his chest. I slide them up and over his shoulders and back, before driving my fingers into his hair and gently tugging on the length on top.
His hands have come up, now hugging my body to his, and when I press deeper, using my right hand and the chair as leverage, his muscles flex, his cock swelling inside me, and he starts to shake.
His eyes clench closed, and his hands fly from me, pressing at my ribs, ready to push me away as a deep frown pulls at his forehead, but I quickly drop mine to his. Breathing against his mouth, my body trembles too, but only because my orgasm is mounting just as his is.
I can’t lose this; I need to come.
I need him to come, and I want to be the one to do it and know that I did.
I kiss him slowly, flattening my chest to his, leaving no room to escape, and after a moment, his mouth moves with mine.
Slow, at first, and then faster, more urgent, and then whatever hold his mind has over him, it breaks.
He’s grunting and growling and thrusting up into me with such a power I know my inner thighs will be bruised. He allows no room between us, keeping himself buried inside me as deeply as possible and when he’s about to come, he flies from the chair, my ass in his rough palms as he spins us, pinning me to the wall.
He grips my chin, driving his tongue into my mouth as his cock works my body into a frenzy, with deep, full strokes.
I come around him and he bites at my lip, his entire face morphing as he does the same, but as he fills me, those eyes open.
And soften.
Promise more than I can understand.
His muscles ease, and slowly, his weight becomes mine.
And then he twirls us again, carries me through the house, out into the back yard, and lowers our naked bodies into the hot tub. He reaches behind him, pulls my heels from my feet and sets them on the cement beside us. My legs fall from around him, and he sits back against the jet, entwining my fingers with his so he can pull me forward.
His eyes fall to my breasts, but his hands lower to my hips and as his gaze meets mine again, he gently turns me, tugging me down onto his lap.
He doesn’t say a word but holds me still while I memorize the way his heart races, noting how long it takes for it to settle and beat in rhythm with mine.
I close my eyes, but then the slash of water has them flying back open, and my mouth gapes as the boys lower into the hot water with us, both as naked as we are.