Page 20 of Rut Bar

His expression is calculating. As if he’s trying to rethink a conclusion he’s already made. “Interesting. Okay. You got it. I’ll ignore your protests unless you use a safe word.”

To distract him from thinking about this too deeply, I wiggle my hips so his piercing’s teasing my hole, but his tight grip on my hips keeps me from impaling myself on his length. He won’t let me fuck myself on his cock because he’s the one in control right now, and I… I like it more than I thought I would.

“Are you waiting for a formal invitation?” I ask.

“Hmm,” he says, his fingers digging in until they make divots in my skin.

Anthony’s piercing has warmed up since he’s been slicking it through my wet folds. His tip presses at my entrance and he surges, sinking in with two insistent thrusts. I’m so wet, there’s nothing to stop his glide as he pushes in all the way to the root and pauses there.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I moan and drop my head.

His cock is perfect. Not too big or too small or too thick. Enough to make me full without struggling to take him outside of the delirium of a cock-crazy heat or an extensive warmup.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his hands heavy on my hips as he tilts my ass high, then reaches up to nudge my shoulders down so I’m flush against Jamie’s front. The alpha’s cock twitches and jumps against my clit when Anthony gives an experimental thrust. “So fucking good. Your cunt is heaven, Vee. Are you ready?”

I don’t know why he’s asking, because he’s already started. He makes slow, lazy thrusts that hit the end of me and press. “Mmhmm.”

He pulls back and thrusts hard, his groin snapping against my ass with a loud slap of skin against skin. The force of it drags me over Jamie’s trapped cock, the bump of his crown and bulging veins adding texture to the rough slide.

“Oh, God,” I say and suck in a breath. My palms grip Jamie’s muscular shoulders as I ride him while my bartender fucks me on the dirty bathroom floor.

“That’s good,” Anthony chatters. “That is top-shelf pussy. I knew it would be. Such a fucking tease walking around in those tight skirts and high heels. Smelling so fucking good. So juicy and goddamn biteable. Do you get off on teasing an entire room full of alphas with that sweet arousal? That slick? Knowing everyone coming here wants a taste?”

I frown. “That’s not why they come to Rut. I’m not the reason?—”

His hand comes down on my ass in a spank that’s more sound than pain. I startle and yelp and jerk against Jamie, who groans, his hard cock trapped underneath me. The poor alpha is subjected to my every movement and none of them are careful, but he hasn’t used his safeword, so I force myself to relax.

“Do you have any idea how special you are?” Anthony asks. His hands tighten on my ass and he spreads my cheeks. His pace slows to something more savory.

“I’m really not special, I?—”

Anthony fists my hair again and drags my head back, making my spine arch and all my body weight come down on Jamie’s cock as he tugs me off balance. “Don’t you ever say anything bad about yourself where I can hear it. Do you understand me?” His hips snap and he thrusts deep.

“I…” I don’t know what he wants from me. This isn’t the sort of dirty talk I’m used to hearing.

“This is special, decadent, top-shelf pussy and you are a thoughtful, kind, and caring woman.” He punctuates every couple of words with a thrust that makes it hard to follow the conversation.

“People usually call me a bitch.”

Anthony stills and grunts, then leans down so his lips are by my ear. “Words like that are going to earn a bad girl a punishment. Is that what you want, baby? For me to spank those filthy words right out of your mouth?”

Baby?While I think about it, I move. I glide my pussy over Jamie’s cock, rocking Anthony’s in deeper. “Which word? Bitch?”

He growls in my ear and I go still, some primal part of my brain taking over. It’s not an alpha bark, but it makes the omega side of me—the part I squash so ruthlessly because weakness is shame—want to bare my neck all the same. “You must need your mouth washed out with cum after saying such filthy things.”

I suppress a laugh and frown. “Don’t you mean soap?”

“No.” He presses a chaste kiss to the corner of my mouth, then pulls out of me. “I definitely did not mean soap. Take your spanking like a good girl and I’ll let you come on my cock.”

I whine at the loss of him and regret all of my teasing. Anthony tugs my hips until my ass is in the air. Jamie reaches up and cards my hair from my face, gathering it to the back of my neck and cradling it out of the way.

A hand comes down on my ass and rocks me forward, and I grunt from the heavy impact. “No warmup?” I ask.

He brings his palm down on the other cheek with an equally thuddy slap. “Warmups are for good girls. Naughty girls get spanked so hard they think about their lesson every time they sit the next day.”

Oh, fuck.I like his dark promise. It makes my body taut with anticipation.

“Will you take your lesson like a good girl?” he asks.

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