Page 154 of Twisted Play
“That’s it, you greedy little slut,” Cole said, his voice rough with approval as Eva’s mouth found him, her lips wrapping around his cock while her hand reached for Tristan. Her shoulders relaxed for the first time all evening as she lost herself in his cruel words.
“Such a good girl for us,” Tristan continued, guiding her head back and forth as she sucked on Cole. “You love this, don’t you? Love having your mouth full of cock while we give you what you need.”
Eva moaned and adjusted her position so she could push down Tristan’s shorts, revealing his cock—pierced, to my surprise. She tilted her head back and took him deep into her throat.
Her bare cunt gleamed, drenched without anyonehaving to touch it. I slid my fingers through her folds, shaking with the realization that I was touching her, that I could touch her, that shewantedme to touch her.
“That’s right, malyshka,” I murmured, low and commanding. “Let me feel how wet you are for us. Show me how much you want this. How much you need it.”
Fuck, her skin was so goddamned soft, and all I wanted to do was bury my face in her and feast.
Nothing was stopping me, so I knelt behind her and wrapped my arms around her thighs, nuzzling her skin, inhaling her vanilla-citrus scent before lapping at her core.
Fuck, she tasted so goddamned good, like cool water in the desert. I spread her legs, uncaring whether it made it hard for her to suck the others’ cocks, and dove in, licking, sucking, inhaling every drop of her sweetness.
“Are you soaked for him, sparrow? Dripping down Coach’s beard because you love it when we call you a whore? Because you know that’s what you are—our personal little cum slut? Bet you’d let us parade you naked through the locker room if we told you to, wouldn’t you? Let the whole team see what a desperate, cock-hungry slut you really are.”
Eva moaned and arched her back. Yes, she fucking was dripping into my beard. I’d never wash it. Fuck.
I couldn’t see what Cole and Tristan were doing to her, and I didn’t care. My entire focus was the cunt in front of me, her sweet moans and whimpers as I ate my fill. She shook and quivered and begged incoherently.
“Spank her, Coach,” Cole ordered from far above my head.
I ignored him, flicking my tongue over her clit until she squirmed and writhed above me.
“Such a good girl for me, malyshka,” I murmured against her sweet flesh.
A hand descended from above and spanked her, hard. Eva jerked and moaned.
“She fucking likes it,” Cole said.
“Are you sure?” I asked her.
Eva pulled back from the boys, rearing up on her knees so she could look over her shoulder at me. I’d never seen anything more gorgeous—her red hair long and tangled, her skin flushed and glimmering with a sheen of sweat, her eyes glazed with lust, and her lips, Christ, swollen and bruised.
“Sir, I?—”
“Christ, she’s fucking sure,” Cole snapped. “Look at her—a perfectly trained little pain slut. Bet you’d take a belt, a paddle, anything we wanted to use on this luscious ass, wouldn’t you? Just to prove what a good little whore you can be.”
Eva blushed but didn’t say anything. Her rosy cheeks stained redder, and Tristan frowned. He pushed forward until they were torso to torso.
“Kitten,” he murmured to get her attention. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about anything you need. Ever. I promise you, I’m going to move heaven and earth to give it to you.” He caught my eye as I leaned back on my haunches, waiting to see how this played out. “I suspect Alek would too, and even though he’ll never admit it, Cole as well.”
Cole looked away, jaw tight, as if Tristan had revealed too much. The visceral reaction to any suggestion he cared for Eva struck me as defensive.Toodefensive. What exactly was the nature of their arrangement? And why would Cole be so reluctant to acknowledge any emotional attachment?
Eva pressed her forehead into his chest, and he held her,softly, gently, the tenderness of the moment a marked contrast to our earlier filth.
“I need Alek,” she whispered, and my chest exploded with pride and wonder.
“Then Alek you’ll have,” Tristan said just as softly. Tristan’s eyes flicked to Cole, checking his reaction, ready to smooth out any jealousy before it could erupt.
“Up,” Tristan said to me then added slyly, “Coach.”
Obediently, my lips tilting up with amusement, I climbed onto the bed and lay down. My cock jutted up, proud and sensitive and needy, and when Eva moved over me, I moaned at the sensation of her skin sliding against mine.
Fuck.
Never in my wildest imaginings had I thought our relationship would go this far.
