Page 44 of Rut Bar

“Then kiss me like you mean it,” Anthony orders.

I throw my arms around his neck for more support as I go up on tiptoes and kiss him fully on the mouth. His response to the kiss is harsh, demanding, yet I find it comforting. As if he’s desperate to have me.

His arms come around me, and he gets two good handfuls of ass and squeezes. The pain from my spanking is mild now. I heal quickly, especially this close to a heat, and the bruises weren’t that deep to begin with. The blue and purple have faded to a sickly yellow green. The pain is more of an ache, a pleasant reminder of his attention every time I sit. Anthony deepens the kiss and groans against my mouth, and I swallow his hungry, yearning noises.

He nips my lower lip, then lets me go and passes me to Jamie, who’s been waiting patiently. He’s taller, so I can’t quite get my arms all the way around his neck, but I can loop them over his shoulders.

“Good morning, pet.”

“Good morning, Ma’am.”

I make him do the bending. Jamie’s kiss is gentle and patient. He follows my lead, softening when I do, then opening his mouth so I can push my tongue inside and slide it against his. His hands cup my back with enough force that I know he’s there, but not enough to be demanding or grabbing.

Both men leave me breathless in their study of contrasts.

I make a happy hum against his mouth and pull away. What a pleasant way to start the day. It’s certainly putting me in a better mood than normal. Mornings and I aren’t friends. But I don’t mind that Jamie woke me up so early to show me his time on the beach. I enjoyed having a private, intimate moment that’s only the two of us. Anthony’s personality is so vibrant, so big, that sometimes when all of us are together, it seems like Jamie gets lost in the background.

“Was I good?” Jamie asks.

“You are. I’m happy.” I run my thumb along his clean-shaven jaw and scrape my nails over the coarse beard hair that’s already growing back. It’s all that testosterone flooding his alpha system.

“Can I please you some more?” he asks.

My belly swoops with anticipation. “Yes. I think that’s a good idea. You were very good last night and this morning. You did everything I told you to. Good behavior earns rewards. Would you like your reward now, pet?”

He nods.

“Good.” I unwrap myself from around him. “Come.”

He follows me to the bar, and his hands open and close in fists as I grab the edge of my short skirt and inch the fabric up. It’ll wrinkle, but this will be worth it.

Both of them are speechless when they see what I’m wearing underneath. Instead of pantyhose covering my pelvis, the stockings end at the tops of my thighs. A vintage suspender belt with eight metal tabs holds them up. Black silk panties go over all of it. Easy on, easy off. It baffles me when people get it backward and wear their panties underneath the garter belt. The entire point of a crotchless system is easy access.

I scoot a bar stool aside and lean against the bar. Then I spread my legs apart and lean back on my elbows. I arch a brow and shift until I’m comfortable. “Well? Please me.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Jamie gets down on his knees before me and starts his worship with kisses up and down my legs. He drops them on my thighs, calves, and ankles. He presses one to the tops of my heels.

“That’s good, pet, but you can do better.” I thread my fingers through his hair and grip him by the head and drag his face toward where I want it most—between my legs. The place where I’ve been aching to be touched since last night.

He shoves his nose against my fabric covered mound and drags in a deep breath that makes his eyes flutter shut. Jamie purrs and nuzzles my pussy, and I close my eyes and tip my head back as I give in and focus on the sensations.

“Hmm. That’s good, but I want more. Pull my panties down and lick me. You can use your hands this time. Yes, that’s right.” The fabric digs into my thighs where he’s rolled them down, but the slide of his tongue along my seam makes up for it.

Quick licks tease me and long swipes of his tongue make me sigh. When he nudges the hood back from my clit and sucks it into his mouth, my mind empties of all thought other than the sensations he brings to life between my legs. Each suck and pull and swipe brings me closer to the cusp as everything inside me tightens, but it’s not enough. This close to my heat, I’m aching to be filled more than normal. My pussy is so empty.

When Jamie’s tongue licks lower and dips inside my entrance, his throaty purr makes my spine arch. I bury my hand in his hair and press his face harder against my mound. I’ve never had an alpha purr while eating me out. Why has no one ever offered before? It’s amazing. “Do that again.”

He purrs while he sucks and licks me, while his tongue pierces my hole with tentative thrusts and his lips round around my clit. “That’s good, pet. Very good. But I know you can do better. Give me more.”

My hips rise to meet him and my hand keeps him steady as I crush him to my body. Worries about if I’m hurting him or if he can breathe fades away. All that matters is the wave of pleasure swelling within me and the delicious throb of my clit against his lips. My breath catches and I let out a throaty hum. So close. A bit more and then my world can shatter.

“That’s enough,” Anthony says.

Jamie’s movements stop abruptly, like he’s a windup doll whose cranking has run out. My swelling orgasm stalls and sputters out. I lift my head from where it’s dropped back and glare at Anthony for messing with my orgasm right when I was on the cusp.

Anthony is closer than he was before. I didn’t hear him move when I was enraptured with the skill of my pet alpha’s mouth. Anthony stands over the kneeling Jamie and reaches out, gripping me by the back of my neck. He spins me around and keeps me from faltering as I get my heels under me and try not to knee Jamie in the nose or step on him. That’s only fun if I mean to do it.

“Hands on the bar, baby. It’s time to feed our boy breakfast.”

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