Page 198 of Gathered Sparkle

“Green.” My eyes flutter open to meet Koen’s steady gaze. “So fucking green.”

“Good girl,” he purrs. “Ready for more?”

The challenge in his voice makes my pulse quicken again, and I sit up straighter, the lingering haze of bliss replaced by fresh anticipation. “Always…”

Koen turns to Nicholas. “Lose the clothes, Nico.”

Nicholas swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he hesitates before reaching for the hem of his shirt. He peels it off, revealing the smooth planes of his chest. His jeans and boxers follow, pooling at his feet, and he kicks them off along with his socks.

When he straightens, he’s bare, his beautiful cock already hard and leaking.

My messy boy.

Koen’s gaze slides back to me, a dark smirk curling his lips. “How about you take him first since he likes you awake?”

Heat surges through me as I get up from Sylus’s lap and walk toward Nicholas, giving him a gentle push when I reach him. He falls back into the armchair behind him, his heartbeat thudding rapidly beneath my fingertips as I follow him, straddling his lap. His hands grip the armrests, and my knees sink into the plush cushion on either side of his hips.

When his cock presses against my core, a whimper escapes him.

“You want me?”

“God, y-yes,” he shudders out.

I reach between us, stroking him and guiding him to my entrance. Then, I sink down slowly, inch by inch. The stretch is exquisite—he fills me so well that my toes curl. Nicholas’s head falls back, a broken moan escaping his lips as his hands come up to grip my waist, holding on as if he might shatter.

I roll my hips, setting a slow, torturous rhythm. His eyes flutter closed, his jaw slackens, and the sight of him surrendering to me sends a thrill through my veins. “That’s it.” My fingers thread through his hair. “Let me ride you.”

His eyes snap open, glazed with desire, and his hands tremble as they explore my body, gliding up to my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my nipples. I moan, my head falling back as a wave of pleasure rolls through me. “You’re doing so good for me.” I gasp out. “Such a good boy.”

“Fuck, I want to be her good boy, too,” comes from Sylus, but I ignore him.

Nicholas presses kisses along my throat. “You feel… so perfect.”

I cup his face, guiding his gaze back to mine. “Touch me, Nico.”

His hand slips between us, his fingers finding my clit while his eyes stay locked on mine as he moves beneath me, his hips rising to meet each roll of mine. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

I arch my back, grinding down harder, relishing the way his cock fills me so perfectly, hitting all the right places. His fingers on my clit press firmer now, his movements more confident as he matches the rhythm of my hips. A low moan escapes me, and I dig my nails into his shoulders for leverage.

“Damn, pretty boy. Didn’t know you could look so fucking desperate. You’re holding back, aren’t you? Go on. Give in.” Sylus chuckles, but we both ignore him.

“You feel that?” I pant, leaning down so my lips brush his ear. “Feel how you’re making me fall apart?”

His breath stutters as his restraint slips, his control unraveling with every sound I make, every desperate grind of my body against his.

“Fuck,” he groans out, his hips bucking and driving his length deeper.

My thighs burn, but my pace doesn’t falter. I ride him harder, chasing the climax that’s just out of reach. The hand on my hip slides up my spine until it’s tangling in my hair, pulling me into a desperate kiss that steals my breath.

It’s consuming, the heat of everyone’s gaze on me, the nervous anticipation of what’s to come. Nicholas tightens his hold in my hair, and my legs start to tremble. I break the kiss, needing breath, and I bite my lip, my nails raking down his chest. Red marks trail in their wake, claiming him.

“Yes…” I gasp, my body trembling. “Just like that.”

He slides his hands under my arms only to hold my shoulders, controlling my movement. His thrusts become erratic as I tighten around him, riding him harder, faster, chasing that edge.

And then I fall.

Pleasure crashes through me, my walls clenching around him, making me cry out. Nicholas’s body stiffens beneath me, his breath catching as he follows me over the edge. He groans, his hips jerking up as he spills inside me, his fingers gripping me so firmly it will probably bruise, but I don’t care.

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