Page 44 of Claiming Ours
“Maybe later, alone. Your first time doesn’t need to be with me rutting you like a damn animal like I would be right now, or with an audience. That will just be for us.”
Stealing another kiss, I shifted her back in place, using my knees to spread her legs open wide. The long T-shirt rose up her thighs, exposing her to Memphis.
“Right now, though, let’s see just how much your friend can take.”
“Before what?” she asked, breaths coming in quick pants.
I sent a sharp smile to Memphis, who cursed at whatever he saw on my face. “Before he breaks.”
15
MEMPHIS
That sneaky, brilliant, pushy motherfucker. If this was the game he wanted to play, I was fucking ready. It was as hot as I remembered, watching Baylee squirm from the touch of another man. Heat from the fire warmed my back where I stayed rooted in place, unwilling to move, afraid it would disrupt whatever the hell he had planned for us.
I’d fucking stop breathing to ensure neither of them changed their mind about me watching.
My cock jerked in my snug boxer briefs, desperate for my touch, or hers—or hell, with how turned on I was, maybe even his.
“Sit down,” Liam ordered. His commanding tone had my feet moving before I even knew what I was doing. “Good boy.”
I arched a brow as I sank down into the chair. “I don’t have a praise kink, but thanks.”
He kept his gaze locked on me as he ran the tip of his nose over her arched throat. “What is your kink, then, hmm?” he asked.
“You first.” Heat scorched beneath my skin, making me twitchy. Heart racing and breathing labored, I shot a glare at the fire, wanting to blame it for my sudden hot flash even though that didn’t explain why my cock hardened at his voice.
Liam’s responding deep chuckle was full of menace and danger. “I thought it was obvious by now. Control, and recently, watching this one eat.” Baylee smiled up at Liam, which he returned, losing all the harsh lines and intensity as he gazed down at her. “And one other that I’ll keep to myself for now.”
Color me intrigued.My eyes narrowed on him.
“Pain?”
He shrugged with a knowing smirk.
“Ass shit?”
That made him bark out a laugh.
“Gerbils.”
“You want to keep running your mouth or watch me play with Baylee’s drenched pussy?” One hand threaded through her hair as he tugged her head to the side to kiss along her neck. “And I know it’s drenched because I can smell how wet she is.”
Her responding whimper had me slapping both palms to the armrests, fingers clenching the soft leather to keep from launching off the chair and diving between her spread thighs.
“Bondage,” I rasped, making them both freeze. “And exhibitionism, especially if there’s a high probability of getting caught.”
Baylee’s crystal blue eyes were so wide it would be comical any other time. “You like tying up your partners?”
I dipped my chin. Forcing my grip to relax, I interlaced both hands behind my head. “Nothing too kinky or extravagant, but yes. It could even just be my hands holding them down.” I licked my lower lip as I studied her flushed face. “Like holding your wrists hostage against your spine with your face pressed to the mattress and ass in the air.”
“I’d like to see that,” Liam mused as he ran a finger up her inner thigh, raising the hem of her sleep shirt even higher. “What about this?” His other hand released her hair to gently clasp around her throat, holding her head to his shoulder.
I felt my pulse in every fucking inch of my body. Sweat collected on the back of my neck as I resisted the urge to stick a hand down my pants and squeeze my throbbing cock. Warmth rose along my neck and up to my cheeks as arousal blistered through my veins.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Liam chuckled. “Let’s see about her, see if she likes it as much as you do. And me, if I’m honest. It scratches that control itch that I crave too.”
“Do it,” I rasped. “Show me.”
