Page 32 of Vicious Reign

The warm air feels cool against my wet skin, and goosebumps pepper my arms and legs. My body feels like a riot of sensation right now. I almost see the shimmer of lust swirling around the two of us, spinning an intricate web of desire.

“Spread your legs wider for me, Raven. Hands behind you.” His command has my legs opening and palms flat behind me before I even think twice. A pleased rumble comes from the back of his throat, and I can’t help but preen a little under his observation.

My breaths turn choppy as he grips my hips. He glances to the right and then the left before he pulls me toward him to balance as he sinks low in the water. His face is mere inches from my pussy, close enough that I feel his exhale. Shivers roll through my body, awareness prickling at the edges of my mind.

Movement out of the corner of my eye pulls my attention away from the dark king in front of me, and I look toward the hotel room. Shadows lie beyond the open doorway, sharp in contrast to the sunny balcony. Aries picks that moment to surge forward. He uses his grip on my upper thighs and dives low to run his tongue along my pussy. He pulls a gasp from my lips as my head—and full attention—fly toward him once again.

“He’s watching us through the window,” he says against my pussy. His lips tease me as they move to wrap around consonants and vowels.

It takes me too long to catch up to his actual words, too distracted by the way he feels against me. I’m not a complete novice, but I’m not extremely experienced either. The way his mouth and tongue and hands feel against my skin and the most sensitive part of me short-circuits my brain a little.

My muscles tense up with shock when his words finally catch up to me. Who’s at the window? And should I invite him out here? Would Aries be into it? I dismiss the idea before it even fully forms. We need the one-on-one connection first.

Then we can start bringing the rest of my boyfriends into the mix, I think with glee.

He doesn’t move his head, his lips brushing against my throbbing pussy with every syllable. I suddenly wish he broke out into a monologue, because I don’t think it’s going to take long before I come. I’m too close, and with every dirty word whispered, I climb a little higher.

“I want him to hear my name on your lips as you scream with pleasure.” He doesn’t give me an opportunity to reply, not that I had anything to say other than yes and please and hurry. He licks me again, one, two, three long drawls of his tongue through my pussy before he twirls it expertly around my clit.

“Show him how you can be my good girl.”

I arch my back and tip my hips closer to his face as he leaves no inch of me untouched. He nips and nudges until I’m lying flat on my back, my legs spread wide as he fucking feasts on me. He toys with my clit between his teeth, edging the line between pleasure and pain. It’s too much too soon after everything with Dante. My skin feels tight on my body, my limbs heavy and weightless as they tingle.

“Ride my face, Raven. I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

Aries tugs my clit between his teeth at the same time as he slides two fingers inside of my aching core, tearing a loud groan from my chest. Pleasure explodes behind my eyes as he fucks me with his fingers in slow, almost methodical strokes as I grind against his face. His lips and teeth and tongue work me over as his fingers twist inside of me to reach that special spot.

The rough pads of his fingers just barely graze my g-spot, and that’s all it takes. I freefall off that steep cliff of pleasure.

“Rafael.” His name falls from my mouth on a shout, coated in desire and that heady sort of desperation that already craves more.

My pussy grips his fingers as I turn boneless with pleasure. Now it’s his turn to moan, a throaty, low sound.

I throw my arm over my eyes, blocking the harsh glare of the sun and give myself a few seconds to recover. When my breathing slows to a manageable thrumming inside my ears, I push myself to a seated position and come face to face with a smug Aries. His arms bracket either side of my hips and his lower face glistens.

He licks his lips in an obvious gesture. The sight trips some sort of internal lust wire, and I swipe my tongue across my mouth in a mirrored response. I’m ten seconds away from literally jumping at him, practically salivating at getting my own taste of him.

He must read the intent in my gaze because his smirk slowly falls, and that’s all the warning either of us gets before we move. Like a coordinated dance, I lunge for him at the same moment he reaches for me. Our mouths fuse together, and I groan when I taste myself on his tongue. He threads his fingers in my hair and holds my head at the right angle he needs to devour me.

Time loses all sense of meaning when his lips are on mine. I think I’d happily stay in this pool suspended in the air if it meant I’d get to keep us together like this.

At some point, I end up back in the water, and next thing I know, his long, hard cock fills my palm. I stroke him under the water in a tight fist, my fingers unable to touch wrapped around him. He rips his mouth from mine but still keeps his hold on my waist, keeping me above water in the deep end. My breath whooshes out of my mouth in a noisy exhale as I imagine his cock sliding in and out of me at the same tempo as my hand strokes him.

My core aches for him, knowing full well that I can’t go from virtually no sex—unless you count the battery-operated kind—to sex with two men in two hours, both of whom are seriously packing. And in a pool.

All four of my men radiate that kind of energy. My core clenches in delight and apprehension at the idea of taking all four of them in the same night.

I always did love a good challenge.

As much as I want to feel Aries inside of me, sliding that big cock of his in and out in a torturously slow pace, it doesn’t feel like the right time.

But you better believe I’ll be taking a rain check.

And that doesn’t mean we can’t continue to play. We don’t come up for air as I stroke his cock with quick, sure movements, paying attention to the little noises he makes in the back of his throat and when he nips at my lips.

He pulls back and breathes against my face. “That’s my good girl. Yeah, just like that.”

He moans the last word as my pussy clenches around the phrase that unlocks something inside of me. Good girl. Two words, eight letters. It has an unusual power over me, and I’m helpless against them from the right people.

He thrusts into my hand once, twice, three more times before he fuses his mouth to mine again. It’s a messy kiss, all teeth and dominance as he drives his hips toward me a final time. I squeeze his cock as he moans his orgasm into my mouth, his arms wrapped holding me tight.

Sparks fly behind my closed lids, and those tendrils of lust and something else, something darker and thicker, wrap around us tighter. It’s a gentle sort of pressure, unassuming and comforting.

I tip my head back and gulp in fresh air as he buries his face in my neck. He murmurs something into my skin, but movement out of the corner of my eye draws my attention once again toward the left—the hotel room.

It seems we did have an audience for our dip in the pool. I don’t bother hiding the smug smirk that pulls up the corner of my mouth.

Good. Let them watch.

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