Page 15 of Gambit
“Raphael,” I murmur as I turn, facing him, the steam wreathing around us as if it’s guarding this private sanctuary we’ve created.
“Eliza?” His baby blues bore into mine, searching for answers.
“Touch me,” I demand, reaching for him. My voice doesn’t waver because this is what I need—to feel alive, to take back control.
His black tee clings to him, soaked through and sexy as hell, but I don’t care. I pull him closer, our bodies aligning. My fingers fumble with the buttons of his combat pants, eager to feel his skin against mine. He helps, shrugging off the wet fabric, revealing the canvas of tattoos that trace his muscled chest and arms.
“Like this?” His words are a breath away from my lips as he slides his hands down my body, finding the curves he knows so well.
“More,” I demand and leap up, wrapping my legs around him as he quickly tightens his hold and presses me against the cold tile. I’m taking back my power that Franks tried to squash, and not a single fucker can deny me this, and if they do, they can get fucked on a cactus covered in ghost peppers.
Raphael’s grip is fierce, a look of raw hunger in his eyes. His cock is hard against me, pressing at my pussy, demanding entry. Reaching down between us, I grip him tightly and guide him inside me, filling me up, and everything else fades to nothing but this moment—the heat, the water cascading down our bodies, his grunts mingling with my gasps.
“Fuck, Eliza,” Raphael growls as he thrusts into me with a rhythm that’s relentless and perfect. “Always so fucking tight.”
The sting of pleasure shoots up my spine with every move he makes. I dig my nails into his shoulders, lost in the sensation of reclaiming myself through him. My back arches off the wall as a wave crashes over me, making my vision blur and the world spin. It’s raw, and it’s real, and it’s fucking glorious.
Tarquin pushes the door to the bathroom open and pauses with a look of surprise. “Erm…”
Giggling, I beckon him forward. “Don’t just fucking stand there.”
He doesn’t say a word, just strips off his clothes with an urgency that matches the pounding of my heart. I watch him, every movement igniting a new flame inside me until he steps into the shower, his presence adding heat to the steamy air.
“Eliza,” he breathes out as Raph turns us so that I’m sandwiched between them, where I belong.
His hands roam over my wet skin, exploring, claiming. “Fuck, you’re incredible,” Tarquin growls as he pulls my head back and finds my lips with his, kissing me with a ferocity that leaves no room for anything but this moment.
His mouth travels down my neck, biting, sucking, marking me in a way that sends lightning racing through my veins.
“Is this what you want?” Raphael’s voice is rough, threaded with desire, as his hands slide down to cup my ass, pulling me further onto his dick.
“More,” I gasp, needing them both in ways words could never express.
Tarquin’s cock brushes against my ass cheeks, his hands gripping my hips. I’m desperate for the connection, the fullness, the sense of complete and utter control over my own pleasure.
“Yeah, fuck, yes,” I pant, gritting my teeth as Tarquin slips his wet fingers into my ass. There is no lube, no prep apartfrom a few finger fucks before Raphael slows his thrusts to allow Tarquin to enter my ass with a slow thrust.
“Fuck!” I scream as it burns, but who the fuck cares right now? I need it. I need him. I needthem.
With each thrust, my pussy clenches around Raph’s cock. It’s intense and overwhelming, but it’s exactly what I need.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Tarquin groans into my ear.
I can hardly breathe with the onslaught of sensation, but I manage to reply, “Keep going.”
The water is a distant sensation now; all I can focus on is the feel of them inside me. Raphael takes my mouth again in a messy kiss as Tarquin’s hands find my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples until I’m dizzy with pleasure, erasing Franks’ clumsy actions from my brain.
My body starts to tremble as an orgasm builds at the base of my spine. “Don’t stop,” I plead as waves of ecstasy begin to crash over me. My voice is reduced to pants and moans, the language of pure pleasure.
“Never,” Raphael promises against my lips.
“Ours,” Tarquin murmurs.
“Yours,” I cry out, and it’s a declaration, a promise, a battle cry all rolled into one.
I ride the wave of ecstasy they send crashing over me, strong, fierce, unbreakable. My body shakes with the force of my climax, and I cling to them, knowing they’re my anchor in any storm.
“Fuck, Eliza,” Tarquin swears, his release hot and hard as he spills himself inside my ass quickly.
