Page 93 of Wristlocked
Lyot gets up and rummages through the backpack on the chair in the corner, tossing a bottle of lube onto the bed. I rest my cheek on Gia’s belly and arch a brow at him.
“You came prepared.”
“I’m not the sadist,” he says, cupping his erection through his cotton sweats. “You really want to try to take this without it?”
“Nope.” I dip my tongue into Gia’s navel and give her a wink. “I’m not the masochist.”
She wraps a hand around my neck and tugs me up to her eager mouth. She tastes like promises and forgiveness and—
“I love you,” I whisper against her lips, testing the words.
“I love you too,” she says, easy as breathing and sweet as honey. She runs the tip of her tongue over my bottom lip. “Are you gonna fuck me now?”
“Oh, yes.” I sit back and spread her knees. Lyot joins us, wrapping one hand around her thigh to hold her open for me, then leans over to take his turn at her mouth. I notch my cock at her swollen entrance, barely sinking into her heat.
She tears her mouth away from Lyot’s, arching off the mattress with a whimper. He pushes up on one elbow, eyes rapt on my cock. I take my time, opening her up all slow and pretty, and we watch together as her gorgeous pussy swallows my cock. When I’m flush against her, I catch his eyes, brimming with dark awareness and smoldering with lust.
I might not see absolution there, but I’ll take desire and the dark intent I recognize from the inside. It has one purpose, that look: toclaim.
Gia hooks her heels behind my knees, and I fall forward to brace myself on the bed as I fuck her with long, relentlessstrokes. She lifts her hips to meet each thrust, her breath coming wild, and drags her nails down my chest.
“Are you gonna keep watching?” she asks Lyot, her voice dropping toward those dangerous tones. “Or are you gonna play?”
He shivers in response, his eyes glued to the flex and roll of my hips where Gia and I are joined.
“That’s not watching, Smalls,” I say, keeping my eyes on his face. “He’s already inside us. We’re just waiting for his body to catch up.”
I draw out, and he falls back onto the pillows, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and lifting his hips to shove them down his thighs. His cock springs free, slapping against his abs, and I let out a harsh breath, slamming back into Gia’s heat.
Sitting up and grabbing my neck, he leans in to plunder my mouth with his searching tongue. It tangles with mine, slick and wanting, and I suck to the pounding rhythm of my hips.
“Lyot,” Gia says, her voice full of Shadow. “Time to catch up.”
He moves, disappearing from my view.
Even Gia’s moans can’t hide the telltale snap of the lube bottle, followed by the wet sound of Lyot coating his cock, and my movements stutter with my breath in anticipation. Gia wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down into the haven of her body, and slides her ankles up the inside of my thighs, easing them apart.
“Shhh,” she murmurs. “Be still now and let us take you.” She circles her hips, so close that her cervix sucks at the end of my dick. I groan and can’t help rocking even deeper.
Then Lyot’s cool, slick fingers slip into the crack of my ass, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“Ready for me?” he asks. I make some noise that’s meant as assent but only sounds desperate, while he traces my rim with a fingertip. Then he dips past the first ring of muscle, first one, then two fingers, and I lose the battle to hold myself still. I’m still prepped from earlier and it doesn’t burn, only verges on that laden feeling of invasion I’m starting to crave. I push back into his hand, chasing the fullness. Gia hums a low purr and runs her hands over my shoulders, planting sucking little kisses along my jaw.
“Hold on to me,” she says. I fist my hands in her hair and tug her head back, burying my face in the column of her throat. Lyot scissors his fingers inside me, his other hand pressed to the small of my back.
“You got him?” he asks her.
I moan, helpless between them, and painfully, catastrophically aroused.
“Always.” Her smile is beautiful, nothing but light. Lyot’s fingers curl, and my spine lights up. The vibrant heat of Gia’s core grips my cock, and her silky, taut belly slides under mine. In the space between their bodies, there is no room for fear or hesitation—only the memory of all the times I’ve made them mine, and the final longing to be theirs.
“Lyot,” I growl. Only his name, the feel of it like incense on my tongue.
“Gale,” he answers, with his breath and his body.
He smears the head of his cock through my crack, teasing his way to my hole. The texture is softer than his calloused fingers. The muscle gives a little when he tests me, and I’m starting to think I can handle it when he lines up and presses with intent. The burn is enormous and instantaneous. I clench instinctively and flinch away, but there’s nowhere to go.
“Bear down, babe. You can do this.” His thumb strokes over my hip, and Gia squeezes my cock with her tight walls, and—
