Gaeton murmurs his assent against my clit. He goes after me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. I can do nothing but cling to him and enjoy the ride. I’ve been in threesomes—and moreseomes—before, but this feels different. It’s more than Hook dominating both Gaeton and me. As I meet his gaze over Gaeton’s back, it feels like …
Almost like we’re a team. Like we’re taking our pleasure, yes, but also acknowledging that this is as much about Gaeton’s comfort as it is about some kinky good times. I’ve never felt that before. It’s always been me against the world, frantically scrambling to patch up the holes in my worn walls, a never-ending effort to keep the dangerous sea of emotions and caring for other people out. It never quite worked, but this is different. Maybe it’s always been different with Hook.
He sinks fully into Gaeton and drags his hand down the other man’s back. Gentling him. Tormenting him. “She tastes good, doesn’t she? Like a little bit of paradise, right there on your tongue.” The tiniest of pumps. “Suck on her clit. You know the way she likes it.”
Gaeton obeys without hesitation, completely lost in Hook’s commands. He does know the way I like it, and pleasure has me shaking. The look on Hook’s face has me shaking even harder. He’s watching my expression, and there is a world of possession and lust and something like joy in his dark eyes. “Come for me, beautiful girl.”
Come for me.
Because Gaeton’s tongue is simply an extension of Hook’s will. I don’t know why that’s so sexy, but the knowledge crashes over me, and then I’m doing exactly as he commands. I dig my heels into the mattress and arch up. Gaeton meets me there, letting me fuck his face as I orgasm.
“That’s right. Just like that.” Gaeton is too big for Hook to be able to touch me in our current position, but his voice does the work for him, licking along my exposed skin, a pleasure so acute I can barely handle it. He slaps Gaeton’s ass. “Slow. Tease her back to the edge.” His grin is downright wicked. “Try not to get too distracted by my cock in your ass.”
Gaeton’s laugh rumbles through my lower half, and he rests his forehead against my lower stomach. “Do your worst, Hook.” He sounds a little hazy, as if he’s drunk. I’ve seen Gaeton down half a fifth and be no worse for wear, so it’s not the single shot that’s put him in this headspace. It’s Hook. The dance of dominance and submission, the cascading relief of handing the decisions to another person for a little while. And pleasure. So much pleasure.
Hook gives a laugh of his own. “Don’t worry. I will.” And then he starts to move. To fuck Gaeton in a relentless pounding rhythm that has the other man’s hands spasming on my hips, his breath harsh against my pussy.
They’re so beautiful, I can’t stand it. Gaeton is like some massive canvas that’s been laid out for our pleasure, and even as he keeps my hips caged, he’s not really in charge. Behind him, Hook moves in rough strokes that put every muscle beneath his medium brown skin in stark relief. He’s not holding back. He’s not afraid he’s going to break Gaeton. He knows the other man can take everything he has to give, and he’s fully intending to push him right to the edge.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
Hook’s laugh is pure evil. “Sounds like you’re distracted, my friend.”
Gaeton shakes his head, the move dragging his mouth across my sensitive flesh. “Not even a little.”
“Mmm.” Hook barely pauses in his rhythm. “If you can’t multitask, I’ll have to slow down.”
Gaeton moves so fast, I let loose a squeak of surprise. He wedges his hands under my ass and lifts me to his face. There is no finesse in this tongue fucking. Desperation drives him, and it’s a heady thing to be on the receiving end of.
“Do you want to fuck her again?” Hook drops the words like a well-timed bomb. Gaeton lifts his head and blinks at me with pleasure-drugged eyes. Hook doesn’t miss a single beat. “Do you want to sink into that tight pussy while I’m balls deep in your ass?”
“Yeah,” Gaeton grinds out.
Hook lets the silence spin out between us, anticipation building with each second that ticks past. His arrogant smile hits me a beat before his answer. “No.” He grips the bigger man’s shoulder and thrusts deep. He can’t quite reach Gaeton’s ear from his position, but that doesn’t stop him. “But I’ll let her stroke your cock, my friend. I’ll let her tell you where she wants you to come.”
Gaeton is staring at me like he’s seen the sun, as if he’s not seeing me at all, but something far beyond the confines of this room. “She loves that shit.”