Page 45 of Complete Me

“Yeah, before the accident.” The intensity of his gaze, the way his eyes devour me, makes me feel all kinds of sexy, and I forget about the scar. “Obviously, I haven’t since. But I’m eager to get back to it.”

“Both of you, move closer.”

I definitely want to be as close to Xander as possible, so I shuffle until there’s less than an inch between our naked bodies and our cocks are almost touching. Anticipation and eagerness steal my breath, coating my body in a fine sheen of sweat. “I want to touch every inch of your beautiful, pale skin.”

The sound of wood dragging over carpet momentarily diverts my attention, giving us a moment to calm down. A fully dressed Kaino settles into the armless chair, now free of discarded garments. They’re about ten feet from the bed and positioned at an angle that allows them an up close and personal view of what we’re doing. Which, unfortunately, is nothing at the moment. But there’s a gleam in Kaino’s eyes, and I’m guessing that won’t be the case for long. “Xander, tweak Bjorn’s nipple.” I gasp as pain flares through my pec, followed by warmth spreading in its wake. “Do you think he likes that, Kit?” Xander’s gaze snaps up to Kaino’s, as a blush colors his cheeks. “You like that nickname?”

Xander nods, his eyes practically glowing with euphoria. “It reminds me of kitten.” His blush is sweet and I tighten my hold on him.

“Yes, but more mature.” They wink at Xander. “Unless you’re into age play.”

With an almost violent shake of his head, Xander makes it clear that’s not what he wants. “No thank you. Kit is good.”

“Good. Now, tell me what should I have you do to Bjorn.”

Xander turns his gaze to me, his eyes going dark with lust. “I want his nipple in my mouth.” Xander’s voice is rough and needy, and fuck if I don’t want that too.

Kaino chuckles. “I’m sure that’s not all you want in your mouth. But patience, Kit.” Patience is something I’m quickly losing. My cock is leaking profusely now, and I want to play too. “Bjorn, suck on Xander’s fingers.”

Eagerly, I grab Xander’s wrist and bring his hand to my mouth, licking his palm before slowly sucking his thumb into my mouth. His pupils dilate as I swirl my tongue around the pad, slowly sliding it from between my wet lips with a pop. Why is this so fucking hot? “I can’t wait to do this to your cock. Sucking you in slowly, licking around the crown, tasting your precum.” Xander shudders as I switch to his index finger, sucking on it with gentle pulses, sliding it in and out of my mouth, getting it nice and wet. “You could tease my hole and slip this long, wet finger into me.”

“Jesus, Bjorn.” Xander’s cock throbs between us.

Fuck, I want him. His mouth, his cock, something. Anything. I turn to Kaino, ready to beg, and suck in a breath. “Fuck, Kaino.”

They’re still fully clothed, with their cock out, stroking it in long pulls. I stare at the mouthwatering sight of their foreskin sliding over the leaking head, then gliding back with their tantalizingly slow strokes. Need slams into me like a physical blow, and I’m right there, at the edge. Kaino raises an eyebrow, their look almost challenging, like they’re daring me to come. “Problem?” They stare into my eyes as they add a slight twist of the wrist on the upstroke and gasp.

I shake my head. “Fuck, no. You look so good.” I feel Xander’s breath on my face as he turns his head to follow my gaze.

His low, almost painful groan says it all. “Fucking hell, Kaino. I want to touch.” He reaches toward them, making a grabbing motion.

“Quiet, brat.” Their lips twist up in a smirk as Xander drops his hand back to my chest. “Good boy. That earns you a choice. Would you rather touch Bjorn, or be touched by him?”

“Touch. Every square inch of him.”

“Bjorn, where’s your lube?” Kaino’s question has my heart racing. Finally, we’re getting somewhere.

I stifle a needy moan as Kaino stands and stalks toward the bed, every compact inch of them radiating strength and control. They stop right in front of me, their cock jutting out from the opening in their trousers, so close I can smell their deliciously musky scent. If I lean a bit to the left, I could lick the wetness pooling at the tip. But I’m not allowed. With a groan, I squeeze my eyes shut. “Fuck, Kaino, quit teasing me.”

They laugh. “Where’s the fun in that? Now, lube?” I gesture to the side table, where a large, clear bottle with a pump dispenser sits behind the box of tissues. It’s two-thirds full of water-based lube, because I know how to take care of my toys.

“I have more if we need it.”

Kaino laughs and grabs the bottle. “I have no doubt. Xander, palm up.” They squirt several pumps of lube into his hand. “Wrap your fist around your cocks.”

The moment Xander’s slick fist grips us, I groan and lean forward, resting my head against his shoulder. “Fuck. That feels so good.” But Xander doesn’t move, and I pull back to find him watching Kaino.

“Good boy, Kit.” Kaino’s grin is feral as they stare into Xander’s eyes, stroking themselves but not allowing Xander to do the same for us. Before a string of expletives pour out of my mouth, Kaino shows mercy. “Stroke your cocks.” The slick sound of lubed skin on skin and the scents of sex and cologne combine with Xander’s firm stroke and Kaino’s intense presence in an erotic sensory experience unlike anything I’ve ever encountered before. I’m so turned on that every inch of me aches to come. I turn my head, kissing the limited part of Xander’s neck I can reach, and feel him tremble. Thank god it’s not just me. “Feels so good, babe. God, I want you, Xander. I want you inside me, fucking me. I remember how you feel. How deep you get. How hard you make me come.”

“Jesus Christ, Bjorn, you can’t say things like that when I’m on a hair trigger.”

I chuff against his skin, clenching my hands into fists so I don’t touch when I haven’t been given permission. “I’m pretty sure you’re going to make me come with little effort.” Fuck, I want to touch him. I want to touch Kaino. Tilting my head back, I groan and thrust harder into Xander’s fist. Kaino is just a few feet from the bed, cock in hand, stroking themselves, matching our rhythm. “Fuck. Kaino, let me touch you.”

“No.” They lean down, slowly pressing their mouth to mine. I moan as their lips part, our tongues stroking deeply, each caress making my blood thrum so loudly that I can hear it in my ears. I strain to maintain the mind-blowing kiss even as Kaino brings it to an end, their long fingers threading through my beard.

Xander hauls my head back by my hair, fisting the strands in a firm grasp just the right side of painful, his eyes full of lust. “Kaino, I want to kiss him.”

“Good to know.” I glance at their face in time to see the slight twitch at the corner of their mouth. They’re as much of a little shit as Xander is.

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