Page 118 of Ravaged Soul
My arm curls around his neck, allowing Hyland to lift me onto the bathroom counter. I spread my legs wide to let him step between them, his mouth lowering to my neck. Teeth nip and lips attack as he wrestles to undo his cargos and shove them down.
I help him yank the thick material over his ass, taking his boxers with it. When his cock springs free, my throat spasms at the sight of his girth. He’s not quite as long as Axel but much thicker and more intimidating. It’s quite the sight to behold.
“Well, shit.”
“Don’t worry, baby.” He simpers at my expression. “You can take me.”
“Are you sure?”
“I have no intention of breaking you yet. Not when the fun’s just getting started.”
“Condom,” Axel interjects. “Top drawer, right of the sink.”
“You put condoms in my bathroom?” I gape at him.
He merely shrugs. “You’re welcome.”
Axel seems to enjoy my look of astonishment while Hyland searches the bathroom drawers to locate protection. With the rubber slid on, he retakes his position between my splayed legs.
“The pup’s prepared.” He grins smugly.
“A little too prepared.”
“Stop complaining, and give us a show.” Axel pouts like a child.
“Who said you were invited?” I challenge.
“Well, I’m not leaving. I wanna see this.”
Ignoring his antics, Hyland slides a hand around the back of my neck, holding me and biting down on my throat. “Focus on me. Nothing else.”
I feel him suck my skin between his teeth, leaving a mark that he can boast to the rest of the team about later. As he suckles above my pulse point, he drags me forward to the edge of the counter, letting his hardness tease my swollen pussy.
The feel of his soft, round head sliding through my lips makes me mewl in abject desperation. Desire has crystallised into a white-hot need that feels strong enough to burn me alive if I don’t have him inside me immediately.
I don’t need to be kissed and teased. We’ve circled one another for long enough without giving in. The countless months of whispered desire and impromptu kisses pale in comparison to the feel of his weight pressing into me now, a second from taking the final leap.
I’m free to reach down and wrap a hand around his dick, quickly working him over with a few fast pumps until he’s pressed up against my entrance. The anticipation nearly splits me apart when he pauses on the precipice.
His forehead meets mine, gazes locking and rapid breathing mirroring each other. Neither of us cares that Axel lingers nearby, watching us. Every agonising second since Hyland first kissed me boils down to this.
“Take me,” I plead.
“Right here? In front of him?”
“Yes. Please. I want to feel you inside me.”
Hyland grabs hold of my ass cheeks, squeezing hard enough to sear. “God, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t walk straight for a week. Hold on, baby.”
When he slams into me, the bathroom whites out. The intensity is too much for my skeleton to hold. I cry out, slicingmy nails into his shoulders. My moans become pathetic little whimpers as I adjust to the burn of his cock stretching me.
“Ember!” he thunders.
Drawing back, his hips piston forwards to surge back into me. It isn’t gentle or tender. The teasing playfulness in his and Axel’s combined touches feel like a distant memory as he ruts into me like a man possessed.
I eagerly take each ruthless pump, legs hitched around his waist and back tilting so I’m poised on the very edge of the counter. At this height, he only has to duck a little, creating the perfect angle to worship my core.
His head dips to locate my right breast, lips clamping around the peak that hardens at his attention. Hyland bites down on my nipple long enough to provoke a moan then sucks it deep into his mouth.
