Page 48 of Sold on Them

Royce hums his agreement. “From the stories I’ve heard about how he treats prisoners, Damon and Mackenzie won’t come back to us the same people they were this weekend. I don’t know how Parker will deal with that. The guilt is going to kill him, even though we know neither of them will blame him. No matter what happens, we’re going to need to be strong for all three of them.”

“And we will be. However they need us. Whatever they need from us. We just need to rescue them as soon as we can.” I sigh. “The less time they’re in his hands, the better. I hate the waiting.”

“Me too. We could see if we can find any more information on Alvarez. Most of what we know are rumors. We could see if there’s more to know about him.” Royce turns his head to look at me.

I shrug. I might hate the waiting, but I hate research even more. “Yeah, I’d rather not.”

Royce chuckles. “I’m sure we could find something to keep ourselves occupied with while we wait for Parker to do his thing.”

“Oh, yeah?” I smirk as I turn my head. “And what do you have in mind?”

Instead of answering, Royce waggles his eyebrows and stands up—though he’s not on his feet for long. My cock swells behind my zipper as he drops to his knees in front of me. I widen my legs, allowing him to settle between them. There’s no teasing as his hands move to my pants, releasing my dick from its confines.

The moment his lips close around the tip, a low groan spills from my lips. My hands lace into his hair as he slides up and down my shaft, taking more of me with each movement.

Fuck.

Royce’s mouth feels like heaven wrapped around my cock, but I’m too tense and too worked up for a slow and leisurely blowjob. Not to mention, Parker could find the information we need at any time. If we don’t hurry, Royce won’t have a chance to get off too.

“I’m going to fuck your face,” I tell him, his eyes flicking up to mine. They’re filled with hunger as he moans around me, sending a shiver down my spine. I take that as all the permission I need. My grip on his hair tightens as I lift my hips to thrustinto his mouth while I bring his head down to meet me. I hold him there for a minute, his throat constricting around me as he struggles to keep me there and breathe at the same time.

Royce swallows around me, and I lose all control. I fuck into his mouth forcefully, his moans and groans spurring me on. It doesn’t take long for a tingle to start, warning me of my impending orgasm.

“I’m close,” I rasp. “I’m going to come in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow me all the way down. Do you understand?”

Of course, he can’t answer me, but he moans around my length once more. I pick up speed until my hips stutter, coming hard. I move him up and down my cock slowly as I fill his mouth with cum before relaxing back against the couch.

Royce grins up at me. “Feeling better?”

“Mmmm, definitely, but I think there’s something else that could make both of us feel better. Lose your pants and come here.” I pat my lap before tucking away my spent cock and yanking off my shirt.

Royce lifts his eyebrows but undresses without a word. He even tosses his shirt aside, giving me an uninterrupted view of his body. One thing the two of us haven’t done as we’ve gotten older is letting our bodies go. We’re both in just as good of shape now as we were when we joined the military—something I greatly appreciate as my eyes roam over him before settling on his hard cock. He strokes himself once, twice, before straddling me.

I pull him down for a hard kiss, loving the taste of myself on his lips. Breaking our kiss, I spit on my hand and reach down to take him in my hand. Stroking him slow but firm, I lean forward to press kisses to his chest before nipping at his nipple.

The groan that spills from his lips is exactly what I wanted to hear. I turn my attention to his other nipple, repeating the action.

Pre-cum beads at the end of his cock that I spread down his length as I continue to work him over. I slip my other hand around him, my fingers finding his puckered hole. What I wouldn’t give to have some lube right now.

“Can’t fuck you with my fingers without lube,” I murmur against his chest where I’m now placing open-mouthed kisses, my tongue leaving a trail across his skin. “You’ll have to settle for a little bit of pressure instead.”

“Damn it,” Royce curses, and I know he’s searching the room to see if there’s anything in here that might have lube, but I already know there isn’t. The bags with the lube are in the bedroom.

I chuckle. “It’s okay, baby. I can still get you off.”

To prove my point, I press my thumb against his hole as I stroke him faster.

“Feels so good,” Royce groans, thrusting his hips with each stroke of my hand.

Even without me fucking him on my fingers, it doesn’t take long to work him up. We both need this release.

“Come for me, Royce. Cover me in your cum,” I murmur, leaning back as I continue to work him.

His hips stutter before he freezes, moaning as he does as I requested—spilling cum on my stomach and chest as he leans over me to lay his head on mine.

“As hot as that was to watch, and as much as I’d love to join, I think I found where he’s likely keeping them.” Parker’s voice breaks us apart.

We both turn to look at him, the tent in his pants obvious, but it’s go-time. At least he let us finish before interrupting us.

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