Page 80 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

When I pushed them down, his cock sprang free. Thick, hard, already leaking for me. I licked my lips, the sight of him sending a fresh wave of heat through my core.

Owen groaned low in his throat, his fingers threading into my hair as I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him with teasing, featherlight touches.

Behind me, Mason and Ethan watched, their breathing heavy, their bodies tense with hunger.

“You want to watch, don’t you?” I whispered, my lips grazing Owen’s tip, tasting the salt of his arousal. “You want to see me wreck him.”

A rough curse left Owen’s lips as I took him into my mouth, inch by inch, my tongue swirling, teasing, drawing a sharp inhale from deep in his chest.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped, his grip tightening in my hair.

I set a slow, torturous rhythm, sucking him deep, then pulling back just enough to let my tongue flick over the sensitive ridge.

His hips flexed, his restraint fraying, his muscles coiled like a predator about to strike. His jaw tightened as I worked him deeper, his fingers tangling in my hair, a low growl slipping from his lips.

His muscles tensed, his restraint hanging by a thread as I hollowed my cheeks, taking him further until I felt him hit the back of my throat.

A sharp hiss escaped him, his hand tightening just enough to make my scalp tingle.

“Fuck, Aurora,” he groaned, his head tipping back for just a second before he snapped his gaze back down to me. “You drive me crazy.”

Behind me, Mason and Ethan stirred, their heated gazes burning into my skin as they watched. The air was thick, charged, the hunger between us a living, breathing thing.

Ethan’s fingers traced down my spine, featherlight, teasing.

“She looks so fucking good like this, doesn’t she?”

His voice was low, dark, meant to tempt and tease.

Mason hummed in agreement, his fingers brushing over my shoulders, his touch possessive. “She was made for this.”

I moaned around Owen, the vibrations drawing a sharp curse from his lips. His hips jerked involuntarily, his breath coming fast and uneven.

“Shit, Aurora,” he growled, his fingers tightening, his control slipping. “You keep that up, and I won’t last.”

But I wasn’t done playing.

I pulled back agonizingly slowly, my tongue teasing along the underside of his length, my lips barely grazing as I stroked him with my hand.

My gaze locked with his, watching the way his dark eyes burned with something raw, unrestrained.

Ethan chuckled, his fingers slipping lower, grazing my inner thigh. “I think you like having us at your mercy, sweetheart.”

Mason’s hand slid around my throat, not squeezing, just resting there, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his palm.

“That right, babe?” he murmured, his thumb stroking over my skin. “You like having us at your mercy?”

I smirked, my lips ghosting over Owen’s tip as I whispered, “I love it.”

Owen let out a rough sound, his patience snapping as he gripped my jaw, tilting my head back just enough to force my gaze up to his.

His pupils were blown wide, his expression dark and dangerously enticing.

“Then let’s see how much you love being ruined,” he rasped.

Before I could take another breath, he took control, thrusting into my waiting mouth, deep and unrelenting.

My hands gripped his thighs for balance, my body surrendering to him completely.

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