Page 39 of Savage Stalkers
“Don’t move,” I whisper in her ear.
Kain jerks Silas’s pants down to mid-thigh, then his large hand spreads Silas’s cheeks. He leans down and spits between them, then drags two fingers through the mess. Silas groans, hanging his head between his arms.
I circle my thumb over her clit through the soaked fabric. She jerks in my lap, her mouth falling open.
Kain lines himself up, then he shoves forward hard, Silas’s arms shaking from the impact.
Skye’s breath catches as her body tenses against me.
“Lift,” I tell her.
She pushes back against my chest and raises her hips, and I shove my pants down, then grip my cock. My tip slides across her soaked panties, and I hook the fabric to the side and line myself up.
“Down,” I order.
She sinks onto me inch by inch, her hands gripping the armrests next to Silas’s so hard her knuckles turn white.
Kain’s pace slams Silas forward until his face is mere inches from hers.
“Watch her,” Kain growls. “Watch how wet she is on Zay’s cock.”
Silas’s eyes drop, staring at where her hips grind down harder. My hands close on her waist, holding her steady as she rocks.
“Lick them,” Kain commands.
Silas lowers himself between her thighs and slides his tongue along where I’m buried inside her.
Skye’s cry is ripped from her as Silas licks up the juices dripping around me, his tongue stroking us both at once. I thrust up into her, slow and deep, and Kain’s rhythm turns brutal, his hips slamming into Silas hard and fast.
Silas moans against us, causing Skye to tremble, her eyes locked on Kain.
Kain’s voice cuts through the sound of skin slapping skin. “You see this? Look at how good we are together.”
Her head jerks in a frantic nod. I drag her down harder, and she relinquishes her grip on the chair to dig her nails into my thighs as my name tears from her lips. “Zay, fuck!”
Silas’s tongue slides lower, licking the base of my cock where she’s stretched around me, then he moves back up to her clit. Her body shudders as Kain’s thrusts shake the desk.
Then her hips slam down hard on me, causing the chair to rock under us.
“Fuck, she’s so wet,” I grit out.
Silas manages to keep his mouth on her, likely through sheer willpower, and he goes back to licking where we’re joined. Kain drives into him hard, and Silas’s arms shake.
Skye’s body jerks, a wanton moan ripping from her throat.
“Keep going,” I say, holding her down while she whimpers, her head falling back on my shoulder.
Kain’s voice cuts through the noise. “Silas. Make her come.”
Silas groans and drags his tongue along the length of my cock as I lift her off me, then pull her back down. Her entire body locks up as she screams, and her pussy tightens around me.
“Fuck.” I grip her hips and thrust up again, my release slamming through me.
Her head drops forward, and I lift her by the hips, pulling out of her.
Silas dives to lick the mess dripping out of her as Kain slams into him harder now. His grip on Silas’s neck is tight, forcing him down as his hips smack against his ass.
Kain growls, thrusts deep, and stills. His body strains, and a loud roar tears from him.
