Page 95 of Shootout Daddies
Landon’s shoulders are tight and his jaw locked. I don’t need to ask what’s running through his head—because it’s the same thing thrumming in mine.
Behind him, Ivy is spread across the bed, hair fanned out, tank top rucked high, shorts shoved down. Hunter is between her thighs, mouth already buried in her, groaning like he’s feasting on his last meal.
The sight punches me in the chest. Hunter loves eating her out. He devours her like it rewires his whole damn brain, fingers gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks as his tongue works deeper. She gasps, her back arching, eyes squeezed shut like she can’t hold it in.
On the other side of the room, Landon leans against the wall, squeezing his cock through his pants. He’s watching her with that sharp, quiet intensity that borders on dangerous. Controlled, but I can see the way it costs him not to rip his zipper down and take what he wants.
I cross to the nightstand, yank open the drawer, and pull out a strip of condoms and the bottle of lube. When I turn back, Ivy’salready gone glassy-eyed, lips parted, hands fisting the sheets. Her chest is rising too fast.
I lean down, press my mouth to hers in a quick kiss, tasting the ragged breath between her lips. “You okay?” I murmur.
She nods, but her eyes flutter back, rolling slightly when Hunter thrusts two fingers inside her at once. A strangled sound rips from her throat.
Hunter slaps her pussy, just once, sharp enough to make her jolt and whimper. “Not yet,” he growls, voice rough against her slick flesh. He spits directly on her clit, thumb smearing it in. “Don’t you fucking come yet.”
She nods fast, desperate. “O-okay.”
His fingers thrust deeper, curling, dragging another whimper out of her.
My hand goes to my belt. I undo my pants, shove them down, and stroke myself once before leaning close to her face again. Her mouth is swollen, needy, lips wet from kissing.
“Open up, sweetheart.”
Her gaze flicks to mine. The second her lips part, I slide my cock into her mouth, groaning at the heat. She moans around me, her throat working as I push deeper.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I grit, my hand curling into her hair to guide her pace. “So good for us.”
Hunter growls something muffled against her cunt, his shoulders flexing as he licks her harder, tongue and fingers working mercilessly. Ivy tries to whimper around me, throat vibrating on my cock. The sound rips right through me.
From the corner of my vision, Landon shifts. His hand is already on his zipper, pulling it down. His eyes lock on mine for half a second before he nods once, curt. Like a signal.
“Open your palm, baby,” I murmur, sliding free from her mouth just long enough to press her hand outward.
She obeys instantly, palm open, trembling.
Landon steps forward, fists his cock out of his pants, and lays it heavy and thick into her hand. He closes her fingers around him, groaning low when she starts stroking.
“That’s it,” I praise, sliding back into her mouth. “Good girl. So fucking perfect.”
Her whimper vibrates down my length, and Landon groans, head tipping back as her hand works him.
Hunter lifts his face from between her thighs, chin wet, eyes glazed with hunger. “She’s dripping all over me.”
His fingers pump harder, curling inside her. Her hips jerk, thighs trembling.
Hunter smirks, glances up at me, then Landon. “She’s close.”
“Not yet,” I snap, pulling out of her mouth with a wet pop. “She can hold it.”
Her eyes fly open, desperate, glassy. “Please?—”
“Not yet,” I repeat, thumb stroking her cheek. “You’ll come when we say you can.”
Her breath hitches. She nods frantically, hand still working Landon’s cock.
Landon finally steps closer, his free hand cupping her jaw, forcing her gaze to his. “You like this?” His voice is low, dangerous. “All of us using you?”
Her chest heaves. “Y-yes.”
