Page 72 of Wristlocked
Before I can be surprised that he’s taking the time to prep me at all, he has both fingers inside me. I gasp at the sudden burn, and his other hand tightens in my hair. He explores me, rough and somehow careful at the same time, his eyes locked on my face. When he brushes against my prostate and I jolt against his hand, a flash of savage satisfaction lights his eyes. The pressure disappears, and I close my eyes with a shudder that he rewards with a searing kiss on the sensitive spot behind my jaw.
“Hold on tight, pretty boy,” he murmurs, lining himself up, and I curl my fingers around Gia’s. She presses her silky ass against my aching length and whispers my name.
“Take it,” I gasp, ready to burn.
He’s not gentle. He wants it to hurt, and it does. But the searing edge of pain melts into the primal thrill of being filled by his cock, of taking his powerinsidemy body. In three brutal thrusts, he’s fully seated, and the unholy sound that spills from his throat fuckingliquefiesme from balls to chest.
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It’s too fucking much.
He doesn’t spur the pain or add his own the way Gia does. He fuckingsurrenders,and I fight not to lose it right there. I let go of his hair and drop my forehead to the hard slope of his shoulder, unable to handle his eyes on my face. I’m sheathed so goddamn tight inside him I’m afraid to move, and when Gia says my name, I grasp it like a fucking lifeline.
“Feeling left out, sweetheart?” My voice is a raw husk, and a shaky laugh escapes me. Holy fuck, I need her right now. “Are you ready for me to fuck him into your greedy little ass?”
“Yes, please,” she says in that sinful voice of hers, with a hint of sass. I roll my hips against Lyot’s, grinding his erection against her, and they whimper in harmony.
Fucking breathe, asshole. Don’t fuck it up.
I slip a hand between them, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock and dragging the tip through Gia’s sweet wetness. Her inner thighs are slick silk against my knuckles, and Lyot pulses, eager in my grip. Trembling between us, he releasesone of her hands to curl his fingers around mine, and we guide him to her tight rear entrance together.
“Wait—” he begs, breathless.
We don’t wait.
I surge my hips forward, driving him inside her, and she arches her back to meet us.
A wordless cry escapes him as Gia releases a long, shuddering sigh, and I grit my teeth against the spasm of his hole around the base of my cock. I wrap an arm around them both and nudge Lyot’s feet further apart, changing my angle inside him to stroke his prostate with my thrusts.
“Like a god, remember?” I whisper in his ear.
I drop my hand from Gia’s waist to her clit and rub slow circles in time to the rocking of my hips. My eyes are open, glued to the clutch of their fingers, where Lyot’s large hand pins both of hers against the wall. In moments, she’s coming hard, gasping and trembling against my hand, and Lyot’s head falls back onto my shoulder.
“Oh god,” he groans. “I can’t—”
“You can,” I tell him, then wrap my free hand around his throat, slanting his face to mine and claiming his mouth. I fuck him with my tongue and cock together, burying myself in his heat until I’m on the brink.
“Spread her open for me,” I growl, breaking the kiss and slowing. He lowers one hand to grip the back of Gia’s thigh, bringing her bent knee up against the wall, and I give her clit one last pinch before skimming my hand over her hip to dip two fingers inside her dripping pussy from behind. She turns her head to catch my eyes, biting her lip against a delicious little moan and tilting herself to give me better access. From this angle, I can curl my fingers back and stroke the thin, sensitivewall between her ass and her cunt, and Lyot makes a hoarse, urgent sound when he feels me there.
They are captured now, and they are all that’s left. I take them until Gia is screaming in my ear and fluttering around my fingers, clenching as she comes again on Lyot’s cock. I take them until he pulses against my fingers and empties inside her, one hand clutching her thigh and the other flying to the back of my neck as broken curses spill from his lips.
I take them to the brutal throb of my tainted heart until it bursts, and I am broken, but I am not alone.
It’s Gia who picks up the pieces afterward. Gia who draws us away from the carnage in my room, tucking us into her shower. She washes away the remnants of pleasure and pain with soft hands and gentle kisses while I lean into Lyot’s body, spent and empty. They leave the questions unasked, and I fall asleep between them and dream of flying.
We wake to the gray light and soft patter of a rare Las Vegas rain. With Gia’s head on my chest and Lyot’s soft stubble pressed against my neck, I tell them what happened with Celeste.
“She gave me the break to think about it.”
“Don’t make any drastic decisions, Gale. Make sure you’re thinking with the right head.”
I wonder if it hurts her to say that, to acknowledge, even in a deprecating way, that she’s not what my body wants.
“Your tuition comes from the BOD Scholarship fund and is covered through the end of the year. Your living allowance, as well as your suite in the dorms, is a different story.”
The price of my body, and maybe my soul.
