Page 30 of Savage Ruin
A finger pushes inside and strokes me. “Is this what you want?” I move my hips like I’m riding his hand. “Or what about this?”
Two fingers plunge into me, and I inhale sharply.Yesss.
With incremental movements, my hips continue to meet every downstroke. I don’t want to wake Grayson, but it isn’t nearly enough. Reaching back, I slip my hands into Mateo’s briefs. I pull his cock out and stroke up and down, but it’s an awkward position. Giving up, I slide it between my legs and arch back, so the tip slips inside.
“Are you sure? What if Grayson wakes?”
I stop and look at the man in front of me whose eyes are still closed. I picture those blue eyes open and watching, and my breath catches.
“I need you,” I whisper, although I’m not sure if I’m whispering it to Mateo or Grayson in that moment. I tilt my hips back farther to get closer to the man behind me.
He pulls my panties completely to the side and slides inside, filling me up. This is a new position for us, with my legs almost completely closed, and him sliding in and out from this angle. It’s shallower but hits the best spot from this angle, making my body quiver. Plus, it feels almost secretive, like you wouldn’t know what was happening if you walked into the room and saw us.
Under the covers, he steadily strokes in and out, never increasing in pace, winding me tighter and tighter. A small moan slips out, and worried, I snap open my eyes only to meet Grayson’s dark blue gaze. I tense in surprise, causing Mateo to moan softly in my ear.
I wait for Grayson to say something, but he doesn’t. Does he know Mateo is inside me, or does he think he’s fingering me?
Mateo’s hand moves to play with my nub, and I arch into it but stifle any noise.
My breaths come faster, and my body coils tighter.
Grayson’s eyes flick to the covers and back to my face. A devilish smile graces his face before his hand reaches over to play with my tight nipple.
I gasp. Mateo takes it as a sign to rub faster, and even though I desperately try to wait, I can’t. Arching against both their hands, I come. My body clenches down on Mateo’s hard cock, and the waves crash over, carrying me under, then spreading out to reach my entire body.
Throughout it all, I stare into Grayson’s eyes. His cheeks are flushed, and his dark blue eyes glitter with his own desire. I watch his hand steal into the covers in front of his body, and I can’t help but wonder what his cock feels like. I lick my lips.
Mateo groans, and his body continues to slide in and out for another minute, until I hear his breath catch and feel him pulsing inside me. He grips my hips while his breath flares hotly on the back of my neck. A sweet kiss lands on the side of my neck.
“Beautiful, I’ll be right back,” he murmurs. He slides out of bed and heads into the bathroom.
Grayson picks up my hand and I hold my breath, wondering where he’s going to place it. He brings it to his mouth and places a kiss in the center of my palm. I stare at him, wishing I could hear his thoughts, but the silence of the moment is more important. Too many times, the words get in our way.
He places my hand on the center of his chest, quirks an eyebrow in a silent challenge, then lets it go.
I lick my dry lips and run my hand lightly back and forth across the smooth skin and muscle of his chest. Carefully watching his face, I flick his nipple, but all I see is a tightening around his eyes. Maybe he’s not very sensitive there.
An image of his abs from the day at the beach flash into my mind, and my hand drifts down, until my fingers can caress each individual line. His breathing picks up a tiny bit and his abs harden under my touch, but his reaction isn’t close to what I want.
I inch the tiniest bit closer and glide my hand lower until it’s sliding around his cock, taking its measure. He groans, and I smile. My fingers caress his length and width, and I realize he’s wider than Mateo. My body shifts restlessly.
His hand clamps down on top of mine, holding it still. We stare at each other, but neither of us speak.
The toilet flushes, and I pull my hand back. With one last look, I turn and face the other way, not wanting to see him reject me again.
Mateo comes out and helps me out of bed so I can use the restroom and clean up. When I return, I slide in on Mateo’s other side, pushing him toward the center.
“Is everything okay?” he whispers in my ear.
“Yes,” I reply with a soft kiss on his lips.
* * *
When I wakea couple hours later, the sun is up and brightening the day—and Mateo is watching me sleep. I blush. This is the first time we’ve slept in a bed together. Thankfully, the other side of the bed is empty, so it’s just the two of us.
“I like waking to you in my bed,” he informs me, his voice husky with emotion. “How are you feeling?”
“How could I feel anything but good after my early morning wakeup call?” I teasingly reply. When he doesn’t smile, I sigh. He’s like a dog with a bone. “Resolved, maybe? I want a life, and the only way I’ll get one is if he’s gone. Maybe this was inevitable from the beginning. Him or me. Locked in this long, drawn-out life or death battle. I just didn’t realize it until now. Interesting enough, I don’t think he did either. He’s been playing games for so long he’s lost touch with reality.”
