Page 46 of The World Undone

I grinned, before sitting up a bit and wrapping my hand, slick and wet, around his dick, coating him with my desire as I stroked.

He gasped, body sinking a few inches closer to me as he fought to stay in control. Instead, he dipped lower and lower, until the tip of him was just a hair’s breadth away from where my body wanted him most.

Arching my hips, I slid against him, gasping into his mouth as I slid the tip of his cock over my clit, and then took him inside of me—only an inch, just enough to tease, before I clenched around him and fell back on the bed.

It was a cruel trick though—because in teasing him, I only further frustrated myself.

His chest moved in heavy gasps as his dark eyes found mine again, I could see him fighting a battle for control—a battle both we’d both lose, eventually.

He slid lower, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. He bit down and sucked, the pain braiding with pleasure as I arched into him.

He bit down again as he cupped me, my ears ringing as I fought back the orgasm threatening to tear through me. Not yet. Not yet.

Pleased at my restraint, my sudden willingness to follow orders, he pressed a soft kiss to my lips before sticking three fingers inside of me, the sound of my slickness obscene in the quiet of the room.

Again? Fucking hell you’re going to destroy me tonight, Max. I’m starting to think it’s actually medically concerning how long I’ve been erect.

I gasped in shock, at the sudden sound and feel of Eli in my thoughts.

Atlas paused, expression confused.

“Eli,” I said, my brain too foggy and body too much like jello to form any real words.

Atlas’s gaze went dark and teasing as he wrapped a hand firmly against my throat—enough pressure to get my attention, to pull my focus back to him, but not enough to hurt. Too much. “I must not be doing nearly a good enough job if another man’s name is on your lips right now.”

“Not my lips,” I gasped as his thumb pressed against my clit, “my thoughts. I’m losing control over the bonds.”

“If he’s going to be a voyeur,” a wicked grin crossed Atlas’s face as he watched me, “then tell him to come here and do it properly.”

“Seriously?” I froze, both shocked by Atlas’s invitation and turned on by the thought of Eli here too.

He arched an eyebrow. “Seriously.” Then, he leaned back, sliding my legs over his shoulder as he studied me, unblinking. “I want him to hear my name on your tongue while you come on mine.”

A ripple of pleasure pulsed through me as Atlas pressed a soft, chaste kiss to my clit, the message clear. No orgasm until he had an audience to fully appreciate the performance. And judging by that wicked spark in his stare, it was sure to be an earth-shattering one.

Award-winning, even.

My plea for Eli to get in here was sharp and fast, but he took little convincing.

The door opened and then closed again, two soft clicks as Eli made his way into the room. I could feel his shock at the offer lap against me, but it melted instantly into pure lust when he saw me spread and writhing before Atlas.

“Hold her down,” Atlas demanded, not bothering with pleasantries.

Eli prowled towards us, silent as a shadow, then did as he was told, his firm hands pressing mine on either side of my head.

Atlas grinned, satisfied, then pressed his mouth to my core, running his tongue along my slit as his lips sucked and kissed around me.

“Oh gods,” I whimpered, straining against the two of them as the feel of his hot mouth brought me to the edge. My nipples were sharp peaks, my flesh pebbled and sensitive. “Fuck, yes—Atlas.”

Two seconds—that was all it took for the orgasm to tear through me like a lightning bolt.

Both of them groaned, Eli’s grip faltering as he experienced the force of it, the waves of my pleasure pounding against them both with a hunger that wasn’t even close to sated.

A hunger that only matched and amplified theirs.

They both shared a look with each other, something passing between them, decided.

Before I could ask, Atlas flipped me around until my knees and hands dug into the mattress.

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