Page 31 of Ride or Dies

The moment my bra fell to the floor, his words dried up. Enjoying the fact that I’d just made him speechless, I stripped off my panties and set them on the chair too.

“Condom,” he managed to say. “Top drawer.”

While I found the protection, he managed to get out of his pants and underwear so that by the time I turned back toward him, he was sitting with his dick in hand—literally.

And, damn.

“Don’t worry.” He winked at me. “I’ve seen my brothers naked. I already know how I measure up.”

“Yeah, I think that might need to be one of the ground rules for sharing me,” I said with a laugh. “No asking me to compare the three of you.”

“Understood.” He ran his hand up and down the thick shaft, squeezing harder than I would’ve thought was comfortable. He held his free hand out to me. “Condom.”

I dropped it into his hand and climbed onto the bed while he took care of the protection. Once everything was secure, I made my way up to his side, then put a hand on his shoulder for balance as I swung my leg over his lap.

“Remember—I’m doing the work here,” I said, trying to sound stern. “And if anything hurts, you tell me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His hands settled on my waist.

Even though I’d just said I didn’t want to compare them, I couldn’t help thinking about how similar the men’s hands were, the strength in them, the possessive way they gripped me.

Going up onto my knees put my breasts at face level, and I gasped as he leaned forward, capturing one of my nipples with his mouth. I moaned at the feel of his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh and buried my hands in his hair. Those soft, silky strands slipped through my fingers as my head fell back. His mouth was hot and wet as his teeth worried at my hardening nipple, adding a pinch of pain to the pleasure washing over me.

It felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. I needed him inside me, needed that connection.

My nipple popped out of his mouth, pebbling at the touch of the cool air. When he started to reach for the other one, I tugged on his hair.

“I’m in charge,” I reminded him.

“Remind me that I want you to say that while wearing leather.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I should’ve known you were a kinky one.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.” He chuckled, the sound moving through me. “But you’ll learn.”

I liked the sound of that. Not just because I’d always been a little more curious about different kinds of sex than people realized, but because it implied that he was looking toward a future with me, not just an immediate distraction.

I wasn’t going to dwell on that too much, though. Not when I had his thick, throbbing length in my hand, his curses in my ears.

As I put the tip of him at the entrance to my channel, he slid a hand up my spine to rest between my shoulder blades. He kept it there as I slowly lowered myself onto him, sinking inch by torturous inch until I’d taken all of him. My eyes closed, my body tense as I waited for it to adjust. I was still a little sore from being with Levi, and that dull ache just added to everything else I was feeling.

“Fuck, Evie-girl.” The hand still at my waist flexed, as if he was struggling not to take over. “You feel better than I imagined.”

“You imagined this?” I asked, opening my eyes to see him staring at my face.

“Probably more than I should have,” he admitted.

And I liked hearing that probably more than I should have.

I didn’t say that, though. Instead, I rocked my hips, concentrating on the way he felt inside me. And then I started to move more, rising up a bit before dropping down again. I tested and teased, searching for that perfect rhythm. When I found it, it was like dancing with a lifelong partner. The feel of our bodies being joined together was new, but moving together was natural somehow, as if we each knew the right pressure and friction we needed.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?” Mason asked, pushing my hair back from my face. “How many things I want to do to you?”

“You mean with me?” My voice was breathless.

“That too.” He cupped my breast and squeezed, keeping the pressure just this side of too much. “Next time you’re on top, I’m gonna be flat on my back so I can watch those gorgeous tits of yours bouncing while you ride me.”

“I took you for the sort who’d want to boss me around.”

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