Page 10 of Depraved

Without another word, he stalked towards the door. His shoulders were rigid with tension as he yanked it open and stepped into the hallway. The heavy door closed behind him with a resounding thud.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I knew Sarge well enough to recognize when he was in one of his moods. The big man could brood with the best of them when he wanted to.

Turning back to Alex, I found him watching me with dark, hungry eyes. His hand still rested on my thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles against the soft fabric of my dress.

"Fuck me," I said abruptly, decision made in an instant. "I need a distraction."

The room fell still, both men's faces sobered. Alex's eyes heated instantly. He rose up, setting aside his beer and plucked mine from my grip, setting it by his. On his knees, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his skin covered in tattoos all the way up his throat. The intricate designs flowed across his muscular chest and arms.

The tattoos seemed to ripple and move as Alex's muscles flexed beneath his bronze skin. A large skull dominated his left pectoral, empty eye sockets staring out ominously. His hands moved to my dress, deftly untying the halter neck and letting the soft fabric pool around my waist.

His calloused fingers traced along my collarbone. I shivered at his touch, desire coiling low in my belly. Across the room, River shifted in his seat.

I should have felt bad for using sex to take my mind off of how shitty my life had become. But I honestly didn’t. Alex knew what this was. I didn’t have any grand delusions that he had any real feelings for me that went beyond infatuation. Men were all talk. You couldn’t trust a single fucking one of them.

But they were good for some things, if you chose them right. I knew Alex could make me come, and that’s what I needed.

His strong hands gripped my hips, flipping me over onto all fours in one fluid motion. I sucked in a breath, my palms pressing into the plush duvet. The silky fabric of my dress bunched around my waist as Alex moved up the bed.

I found myself facing River, who sat rigidly in the armchair across the room. Alex slid beneath me, lying on his back. His hands gripped my thighs, guiding me to straddle his face. I lowered myself onto him with a soft moan as his talented tongue found my most sensitive spots.

My eyes locked with River's as Alex began to devour me. His beard scraped deliciously against my inner thighs as he licked and sucked at my core. Waves of pleasure radiated through me, and I couldn't look away from River. Slowly, I peeled down the straps of my dress, cool hair washing over my breasts.

River’s hand gripped the armrest so tightly I could hear the wood creaking beneath his fingers. The other rested on his thigh, just inches from the impressive bulge straining against his jeans.

I rocked my hips, grinding down onto Alex's eager mouth as River watched. His eye roamed hungrily over my body, lingering on my breasts as they swayed with each movement. I arched my back, putting on a show for him as Alex's tongue worked magic between my thighs.

"Fuck," I gasped, my voice breathy and high. "Holy shit?—"

I could feel an orgasm building, a tight coil of heat low in my belly. Alex licked in small, fast strokes, sucking hard on my clit as he slid two thick fingers inside me. The dual sensations had me seeing stars.

“That's it," I panted, grinding down harder. "Make me fucking come, Alex.”

My eyes never left River's as the pleasure crested. With a shaking moan, I shattered, waves of pleasure rolling through me. My thighs trembled around Alex's head as he lapped up my release.

Alex slid out from under me, his face glistening. In one fluid motion, he moved behind me, gripping my hips with strong hands. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing me.

"You ready for me, baby?"

I pushed back against him impatiently. "Just fuck me already."

With a low chuckle, Alex thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. I cried out at the delicious stretch, my fingers curling into the silky sheets.

Alex set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against mine with enough force to rock the entire bed. One of his hands tangled in my hair, yanking my head back. My back arched as he used his grip to pull me up, pressing my back against his tattooed chest as he continued to pound into me.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned in my ear.

I arched my back, preening at the way River stared at my breasts, putting on a show for him as pleasure coursed through me.

"You like watching, don't you?" I panted, voice breathy and high. "Like seeing me get fucked?"

He scowled at me, his hand inched closer to the impressive bulge straining against his jeans, but he didn't touch himself. Just watched with burning intensity as Alex drove me closer and closer to the edge.

I could feel a second orgasm building, a tight coil of heat low in my belly. Alex's fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise as he somehow managed to fuck me even harder.

"Come on, baby," Alex grunted in my ear. "Fucking come for me. Let River see how good I make you feel."

That’s all it took. I screamed as I came hard, coating the duvet in my release.

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