Page 48 of Reaper & Ruin
Her head shook, and she ignored my commands as she sat on Gio’s naked lap, kissing him instead of me. Don’t get mewrong, I liked watching them kiss. It was one of my favorite things to watch, other than videos of Heaven. But not when I was hard enough to cut glass, and all I wanted was to bury myself inside my girl and let her make me feel better.
All the sight of them together did now was make me desperate. For her. Him. For something to alleviate the burning urge inside of me to steal all the pleasure I could in the world.
“Heaven.” I whimpered. “Come back and let me make you scream.”
“Nah.” She giggled as she turned on Gio’s lap until she straddled him backwards. “You can sit there and watch.”
He grabbed her hips, lifting her just enough so he could slide his cock inside her dripping cunt, inch by inch. I watched it. My eyes were glued to the sight as he buried himself inside of her. Exactly where I wanted to be.
It was the sweetest form of torture. Watching him fuck her and make her moan. Watching the way her eyes rolled when he hit just the right spot. Or how he looked so damn smug that lust dripped from every pore.
Usually, in any other circumstance. With any other person. I would have killed them for touching what was mine. Him for putting his hands over her breasts, cupping and squeezing away. Her for kissing his lips, tasting his sweet poison. But they were both mine, and somehow that cancelled out.
It made me enjoy everything. Each kiss, moan, touch. Every sweet word whispered. Every sound of their bodies slapping together that echoed in the stifling air.
I just couldn’t enjoy it for a moment longer. I had to do something for myself. Ineededto take off the edge by wrapping my hand around my cock, eyes rolling shut.
I didn’t get a single moment of peace before my name was hissed across the room and my eyes opened back up.
“You better keep your eyes open.” Heaven panted as Gio wrapped his arms under her knees, so he could help hold her wide enough that I could not miss a thing when he moved faster. “If you stop watching, I won’t let you finish.”
“How cruel,amore mio.” Gio chuckled and bit her neck, delicate as he nipped her skin. An oddness to the force he fucked her with. “I thought you were making him feel better?”
Heaven writhed in his arms, nails digging into his thighs as she tried to keep herself upright. “I am. But on my terms, for a change. I think Atlas needs to learn to give up control sometimes.” She glared at me. Teasingly.Smugly. Far too attractive, as she cocked a finger my way. “Come here and get on your knees, baby.”
I enjoyed being in control more than anything, but you wouldn’t have known it by how fast I was out of my seat, dropping to my knees in front of her and Gio. It looked more like I had a praise kink and was desperate to please my girl.
Iwas. I guess I did enjoy her saying pretty things to me, too. Hmm. Maybe I was into this.Fuck, who knew? It seemed like my brain enjoyed her giving me demands just as much as when she followed mine.
Maybe it wasn’t bad being a toy controlled by someone else. Only when that someone else was a sexy stripper with thick thighs and a pussy that just begged to be eaten. I doubt I would have listened to Gio either. I was still more inclined to make him squirm the same way our girl was on his cock.
Heaven grabbed my hair as Gio slowed down for a second, giving her room to maneuver my face between her legs. Her grip was tight, her nails sharp, and each tingle of pain made me shiver in the best way.
She looked down at me, practically glowing, as she whispered, “Be a good boy and help Gio make me scream.”
My hands landed on her thighs, pushing them wider still as I dove between them. My tongue sought out her wetness, eagerly smothering myself in my other favorite place to be. The one that tasted like sunshine and rainbows, and all sorts of things I had no right tainting with my wickedness.
I did it anyway. I licked and nipped and devoured her whole because she was mine. I’d decided that the second I’d seen her dancing on a stage under rainbow lights and smiling right at me.
She wasn’t smiling now. No. She was moaning.Begging. Her rough voice echoed in the air, mixing with the harsh slaps as Gio fucked her into jellied limbs and incomprehensible whimpers.
I kept circling my tongue around the little bundle of nerves that made her pull on my hair like a leash. Each yank, each shiver of pain, made me work harder. Over and over again, until her legs locked around my head, and she came apart with a tumble of words I couldn’t even make out. She fell back, her head touching his chest. Her hair falling in a curtain of silky blue, I wanted to wrap around my fist.
I leaned back on my heels, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand and returning to watching as Gio hurried to fuck himself into an orgasm. Only when he was shaking, eyes squeezed shut, movements frantic, Heaven didn’t let him. She ordered him to pull out as he complained only a little.
She looked down at me again, command clear.
“Don’t swallow what he gives you.” She breathed. “Just show him how good you just made me feel.”
Gio pulled her up and off of him, but he was free for only a moment before I took him in my mouth. He was slick with Heaven’s arousal, stiff as a damn rock. I could feel how sensitive he was as I ran my tongue down his length and sunk down further until I could barely breathe.
It turned out that being trained to hold my breath for a while had far better uses than for crime. It meant I could deepthroat a gangster, as he moaned until he came in my mouth with a whisper of Italian curses.
Pulling back, I did as Heaven asked, not swallowing a single drop. Gio collapsed in the chair. Laughing breathlessly.
“I think he deserves a reward.” He panted. “Don’t you agree,amore mio?”
She sat up and grabbed my chin, pulling me towards her. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you, Atlas?” She leaned in, kissing me hard. Our tongues tangled together as she greedily shared what was in my mouth until we were both swallowing together.
