Page 157 of Twisted Play
I woke to bliss—ahot wet mouth on my cock, swallowing me inch by inch. My eyes snapped open to find Eva between my legs, her red hair spilling over my thighs like liquid copper. The harsh hotel light caught the constellation of freckles across her shoulders, transforming them into a sacred map I’d traced with my tongue countless times. Her throat bulged obscenely around my thickness.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my hand automatically finding her head, fingers threading through those silky strands before tightening into a fist, controlling her rhythm. The pained whimper that escaped her only made me harder.
She hummed around me, the vibration traveling straight up my spine, making my hips jerk. My gaze drifted up to find Alek kneeling behind her, his broad hands wrapped around her legs, fingers digging viciously into her skin, leaving white marks that bloomed red at the edges. His shoulders flexed as he devoured her,
The sight of her—suspended between us, used and worshipped simultaneously—sent a primal surge of possession through my chest that threatened to crack my ribs.Mine. Ours.
Cole stirred beside me, his arm tightening around my waist as consciousness found him. His skin burned against mine, his morning erection pressing insistently against my thigh.
“Christ,” he muttered, voice like gravel. “That’s a hell of a way to wake up.”
Eva’s moan was muffled by my cock filling her mouth, the vibration making my balls tighten painfully. I gripped the sheets, fighting the urge to thrust into the velvet heat of her throat.
“Good morning to you too, sparrow,” Cole said, his voice dropping to that commanding tone she melted for. His hand joined mine in her hair, our fingers intertwining in the tangled strands.
“Gorgeous.” Alek said, his accent thick as honey, each syllable dripping with dark promise. He raised his head, his beard gleaming with her arousal, and slapped her ass hard enough to send her forward to choke on my cock.
Cole lazily palmed his cock, stroking himself as he watched us, his thumb smearing precum across the tip. Each brush of our skin ratcheted up my arousal, the knowledge that he was getting off on watching me use her mouth making me throb painfully between her lips.
Eva whimpered around me, her rhythm faltering as Alek slid his fingers inside her, the muscles in his forearm flexing with each thrust. Her back arched sharply.
“That’s it, kitten,” I gasped, my voice unrecognizable, even to myself. “Come for him while you choke on my cock. Show us what a good girl you are first thing in the morning.”
She came with a muffled scream, her body seizing as she climaxed. The vibrations around my cock pushed me over the edge, and I erupted down her throat. Such a good fucking girl—she didn’t spill a single drop, throat working desperately to swallow everything I gave her.
Cole followed, making a mess across his taut stomach and thighs. Alek groaned a moment later, his hips jerkingagainst her ass as he found his own release, covering her ass with his cum.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air. The sheets beneath us were damp with sweat, twisted beyond salvation. The distant sound of early morning traffic filtered through the window, a reminder of the world continuing outside our sanctuary.
But before the post-orgasm haze could fully settle, Cole’s phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, the harsh blue light cutting through our bubble.
“Fuck,” he muttered, reaching for it with reluctance. “Bus leaves in an hour.”
Right. The game. The bus to the stadium. Our actual lives waiting outside this hotel room.
I felt the shift immediately—the way Alek pulled back, calm disinterest sliding into place like armor, the way Eva curled into herself, arms wrapping around her middle as though bracing for rejection, and the way Cole’s expression shuttered, walls building behind his eyes.
“So,” Cole said carefully, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “We should probably get ready.”
The awkwardness thickened like smoke, choking us. Eva’s breathing sped up, and then she took a deep breath, that calm mask sliding over her face, hiding her emotions.
“Tristan,” Alek started, his voice already taking on the authoritative tone that kept us at arm’s length.
“No,” I said, surprising myself with the steel in my voice. “No,” I repeated, sitting straighter, the weight of their attention heavier than I expected. “We’re not doing the awkward thing.”
Everyone froze—Eva with those wide green eyes filled with fragile hope, Cole with barely concealed panic, and Alek with what might have been respect.
“What thing?” Eva asked softly, her voice raw from the abuse of my cock.
“The part where we all pretend we don’t know what we want.” I looked at each of them in turn, unflinching in my stare. “I knowexactlywhat I want.”
Before I could lose my nerve, I pulled Eva into a kiss—claiming, possessive, leaving no room for doubt. I tasted myself on her tongue, and when I released her, she was breathless and beautiful, her pupils blown wide, a flush spreading down her neck to her chest.
“Kiss him,” I said, nodding toward Cole, my heart thundering in my chest.
Eva’s eyes widened. “Tristan?—”
“I want to see it,” I said, my voice gentle but firm. “Ineedto see it.”
