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My cock thickens and my skin ignites with every touch. Finally, she laps up the whipped cream, which has now slid from my sternum almost to my belly button. I lean back to give her room to lick the entire path, but she doesn’t stop there. I groan, tortured, as she licks up my throat and sucks on my earlobe.

“Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees,” I growl through gritted teeth.

With a devilish smirk, she slinks off the bench and to the floor. I rotate to face out from the table, and she wastes no time palming my thighs and then my bulge. Her slender fingertips dip inside the waistband of my boxers.

She pulls them down and wraps her hands delicately around my shaft. I get another spoon of cream and let it slide off the spoon onto the head of my cock.

“Now, you can really put that wicked tongue to work.”

1. “Sweet Moment” by Mackenzy Mackay

Chapter 14

Cleaning Messes

Bishop

Ieasily fell back asleep when Sinclair and Ecker got up in the middle of the night. But I didn’t stay asleep long. I woke up to the spine-tingling sensation of a hot, wet mouth taking my cock. It barely felt like a dream. I was sure I was going to find Sin under the covers.

Instead, when I finally opened my eyes, the bed was still half empty. Titus was lightly snoring and dead to the world, and there was no sign that Sinclair and Ecker had ever come back. When another hot wave of lust rolled through me, I realized what was going on.

I quickly threw on a pair of joggers and am now making my way through the silent hallways of the Estate. By the time I reach the dining hall, my blood is pumping hard and hot through my veins. Feeling Sinclair’s heat through our bond is triggering a slow-building rut.

I pause right outside the door and listen carefully, holding my breath to hear better.1

“Fuck, that’s it, baby . . . Deeper . . . Mmm, yeah, choke on it . . .”

I palm my crotch and exhale hungrily.

“That’s a good girl, a good. Fucking. Slut.”Ecker’s coarse, strained tone tells me exactly how good our mate’s tight, little throat feels.

I can’t wait any longer.

Quietly opening the door, I step inside. They are at the far corner of the hall from the entrance and don’t hear me. A voyeuristic thrill races through me as I keep my footsteps as light as possible.

I watch Ecker’s head tilt back and his arms straighten out in front of him while he thrusts up. I can only see the top of Sinclair’s silver hair under his palms. The closer I get, the more I can smell how wet she is.

It’s so easy to imagine the feel of her slick-coated thighs if I were to push my hand between them. Her pussy would be swollen and sloppy. Her breath would hitch as I parted her lips to circle her clit. I’d tease her entrance, just giving her a taste of my thick fingers. She’d moan deliriously around Ecker’s length, which would make him even crazier. He’d tell me to finger fuck her harder to keep her moaning just like that.

I don’t realize I’ve been rubbing my cock until I feel a small wet spot through the fabric.

Fuck, I’m already leaking for them.

I’m almost to them and they still haven’t noticed me, so tangled up in each other. I decide to make my presence known.

“So, this is what you meant by midnight snack?”

Ecker’s back flies into an upright position and Sinclair’s eyes widen like a deer caught in the headlights. She moves to get up, but seeing it’s only me, Ecker keeps her down. “You’re not done cleaning up this mess.”

“Is that what happened?” I scoff, amused as I approach them. “What is that? Whipped cream? Ah, I can see how easily that could make a mess.” I laugh crudely.

I stand next to where Ecker is sitting so we’re both facing Sinclair. I gently thumb the corner of her eye, wiping the tears there. “Mmm,pretty girl . . . such a vision,” I mutter as I take my cock out of my joggers.

I don’t miss the way Ecker’s eyes fall to my fist gliding up and down my length. His attention makes me grip my dick harder and an eager growl build in my throat. Sinclair bobs on Ecker’s cock while her eyes lock with mine. They’re a blaze of gold and set me alight with wicked intentions.

As I reach for the bowl of whipped cream, I place one knee on the bench. My chest tightens with anticipation, and I drizzle a spoonful of whipped cream from the base of my cock to the tip.

“Looks like you’ve got a mess to clean up too, E.”

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