Page 78 of Power's Fall

“Montana,” Vadisk said, his tone thick with need. “You’ve been with men.”

Montana nodded, recalling the conversation they’d had about their sexual orientations. “I’ve been both the top and the bottom, but I…” He hesitated, then recalled Vadisk’s openness. He wanted to give his partners the same. “Well, while most of my experience was as the top, the few times I was the bottom…”

“You prefer that,” Vadisk said rather than asked.

“I do.” Montana didn’t go on to explain his experience as a bottom had come during his first affair with a man when he was still in the Naval Academy. He and his lover—also inexperienced in sex with men—had taken turns as they tried to learn what they liked. While Montana had an affinity for the bottom, he’d never had the opportunity to explore it beyond that initial relationship.

“Then it would seem we really are a well-matched trinity,” Vadisk replied.

“I think they’ve seen enough,” Dahlia said, jumping off the bed. In the next second, she was at the window, yanking the curtains closed.

Montana tensed, looking at Vadisk. Saying this was for the mission was what had let Vadisk drop his guard enough to join them, so now…

Vadisk’s gaze tracked Dahlia, focusing on her tits as she raced back to the bed, joining them once more. She pushed Vadisk’s shirt off his shoulders, tossing it back onto the floor.

His shoulders seemed to visibly loosen.

“Montana. Crawl over Dahlia, hands and knees.”

Montana noticed the way Vadisk’s voice was suddenly deeper, lower, his tone a dark, sensual demand. It was hard for him to ignore the impact that simple command had on him.

In most of his past sexual encounters—with menandwomen—Montana had typically taken charge. He wasn’t sure why. If it was because of his size, or his natural tendency to be a leader, or if he’d been unconsciously choosing more submissive partners. Whatever the reason, he hadn’t had the chance to explore what he truly wanted more extensively.

Montana moved into position, lowering his upper body so that he could steal a quick kiss. Or, at least, that had been his intent. Dahlia’s lips were the equivalent of a black hole, her kisses sucking him in with a strength he found impossible to break free of.

The touch of Vadisk’s hand on his bare ass caught him off guard, even as he’d felt his husband shifting farther down the bed.

Montana lifted his head, glancing over his shoulder.

“I’m not going to be able to see from this position,” Dahlia pointed out, sounding a lot like Montana felt. He was like that kid in Willy Wonka’s factory. He wanted it all. Now.

Vadisk chuckled. “Next time, greedy girl.” Then he gave Montana a pointed look. “Why aren’t you inside our wife?”

Montana couldn’t think of a single fucking reason. Turning back to face her, he offered her another kiss, managing to keep this one quick. Reaching between them, he ran his finger along her slit, groaning when he discovered her wet heat. She was more than ready for him, but Montana didn’t want her just ready. He wanted her to beg.

Dahlia parted her legs farther before lifting them in an attempt to pull his lower body down onto hers.

He didn’t move his hips. Instead, he shook his head as he found her clit with his thumb. He’d gotten to do some exploring by the pool, so he’d had time to discover what drove their woman wild. She liked a firm, fast touch, liked to have her clit stroked almost relentlessly.

Montana wasted no time, going right for the kill. Dahlia’s hips jerked upward at his first rough caress, lifting and falling rapidly in time with his touch.

“God,” she cried out, her back arching, her eyes falling closed when after just a few minutes, he’d driven her to the peak and pushed her off. “Montana!”

Her hands were next to her head on the pillow, her fingers white-knuckling it and writhing as her orgasm struck hard. Throughout, Montana continued his assault, not giving her a second of rest, loving the way her climax went on and on.

“It’s too much. Too…much,” she gasped, when the first orgasm gave way to a second. “Ahhh! Jesus. Christ,” she bit out.

He was finally forced to stop when Dahlia grasped his wrist, pleading. “Please. Please, Montana. I can’t take any more. I need you. Inside me.”

They were the sweetest words he’d ever heard, and they did the trick. Reaching down, Montana grabbed his cock and led it to her pussy, not stopping until the head was lodged inside.

“Ready?” he asked, even though he didn’t have the self-control to wait for her response.

Dahlia had managed just a single nod before he slammed his hips forward, claiming her completely.

Montana had thought her mouth paradise, but fuck had he been wrong. There was nothing like the tight clenching of her inner walls, pulsating against him as he fucked her roughly like a man possessed.

He hadn’t managed more than a dozen thrusts, however, before a firm hand on his ass stopped him.

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