Page 68 of Pink Poison

“Lift that ass for Kash, doll,” he directs.

My heart beats rapidly against my chest, but I do as he instructs. Kash’s engorged tip grazes my sex until he breaches my slit.

“Take what you want, sweetheart,” Kash says, although it registers a plea. Lowering back down, the sensation of him filling me triggers moans fromus both. I grant us both mercy, immediately circling my hips in succession until the sound of my arousal rises above our heady breaths.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my cock for Stone.”

Between Stone’s watchful eye as he thumbs his precum over the slit of his thick tip and Kash’s gentle dominating, my will to hold off on another orgasm fades. My smooth circling turns choppy as I snake my finger to my swollen clit and press forward into it.

“Fuck,” Stone groans in appreciation. “Play with your clit for me, doll.” A smirk pulls at my mouth as I trace an‘S’over the sensitive nerves. I continue with an'H', not stopping until I spell outhisname—the one he made me scream at Memento, until my legs shake. His fist moves frantically, his eyes branding me—claiming me. "Say it, Stevie. Say my name."

"Shawn," I moan, clenchinghardaround Kash.

“Ah—fuck. That's it, sweetheart. Keep choking my cock with my brother's name on your pretty lips,” he pants.

Oh, holy fuck.

Kashton Reid can talk me through it any day of the week if he keeps it up.

Stone thrusts into his hand, just as affected by Kash's sinful tongue. I clench around Kash again, attempting to bring him to the brink with me. “S-Shawn,please,” I plead.

“Pleasewhat, doll?” he growls.

“Let me cum.”

He licks his lips, the silver ball tracing every part that I want to taste. “Not until Kash fills your gorgeous cunt.”

Kash takes his words as permission, thrusting twice before releasing an animalistic growl as his cock pulses. “Fuck!That's it, sweetheart. Milk my cock.”

White ropes spill over Stone’s fist as it jerks, triggering my release. Arousal floods between me and Kash, soaking the sheets beneath him. “Kash, Shawn!”

Sparks of light flash in a haze as I rock myself through the pleasure, eliciting a hiss from Kash. He grips my hips tighter, allowing me to ride out the high despite his sensitivity. The bed dips as he molds himself to my back while pant through the aftershocks.

“I got you, sweetheart,” Kash hums softly into my ear. Breathing a sigh of relief, I lift my weight and free Kash’s softening length. Our mixture of arousal drips onto him, stealing a tortured groan from his chest. "Fuck me, sweetheart. That's sexy as hell."

“I’m gonna need another picture,” Stone jokes.

I open my mouth to tease him when a knock at the door freezes me. Kash easily moves me to the side, blocking my line of sight. I hear rustling jeans and the sound of a gun's safety disengaging.

“Stone’s just being cautious,” Kash confirms exactly what I heard.

The door opens with what would have been a quiet snick any other time, but not now when it feels like all three of us are holding our breath. Not when my heart has all but stopped.

“Shit,” Stone hisses.

My stomach riots, the unknown doing little to calm my nerves. “What happened?” I hiss.

Neither of them answer, leaving me to sit with the sense of dread creeping in from the darkness hidden in my mind. The possibilities are endless where Creed Hill and Atticus Lennon are concerned. I selfishly haven’t asked about Jameson or Mack, what if something happened to them? What if I was the reason they didn’t have their enforcer?

“It’s from Hill,” Kash grits as Stone walks towards us. “Looks just like the other ones.”

Peaking over Kash’s body, I recognize the intricate box as Creed’s signature at this point. Nausea burns at the back of my throat knowing that the bastard had someone here, that they could have heardeverything.“Open it,” I demand.

Stone shakes his head. “We don’t know what's in it, doll. Knowing that piece of shit…” His voice lowers, soft and delicate. "It could be something from yesterday and you shouldn't have to see that."

My nostrils flare at the implication that Hill took something else without my consent. “Open. It.”

Kash sighs, clearly not pleased with my choice. “It’s her call, brother.”

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