Page 99 of Wristlocked
“Seriously?” I arch my eyebrows at him. “Being back at college unlocking a new kink?”
He laughs. “I don’t think so. Pretty sure you’re stuck with ‘Sadist.’”
“Not even if Shadow tells you to?” I tease, sucking my lip ring between my teeth. His eyes drop to my mouth, and color rushes up his neck.
“Jesus.” He pushes off the wall. “Let’s get out of here before you get fired.”
Unfortunately, when I go to follow, I almost bump into Jericho Walsh-or-whatever with the blue hair. I guess he saw us looking and took it as an invitation to approach.
“Hey,” he says, laughing when I startle back against the wall, lifting my beer to avoid spilling it all over us both. “Were you telling your friend how I killed it at the audition yesterday, or checking me out?”
“What the fuck?” I gape at him. I’m not sure even I was this cocky at his age.
“I think he’s flirting with you,” Lyot says, catching my eye over Jericho’s shoulder and obviously biting back a laugh of his own. “It’s kinda cute.”
Jericho tilts his head to give Lyot a way-too-thorough once-over. “I’m definitely flirting,” he says, turning back to me with a smirk. “Is it working?”
“You know I’m one of the coaches, right?”
He shrugs. “I haven’t been accepted yet, so technically I’mnot a student.”
“I’m too old for you,” I try again, glaring at Lyot and daring him to fucking comment. Jericho steps back, hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans to flash a strip of pale, inked abdomen beneath the hem of his shirt.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
For fuck’s sake.
“The only dick I’m interested in is the one attached to tall, dark, and pretty here,” I tell him, waving my beer at Lyot.Yep, I went there. I’m possibly desperate.
Thankfully, it works. Lyot’s eyes flare at the compliment, and he grabs my hand to pull me away from the damn kid.
“Pretty sure you’re not supposed to talk about dick in front of prospective students,” he whispers, slinging an arm around my shoulders.
“You loved it.” I turn my head to catch his gaze, inches away. “It makes you hard when I tell you you’re pretty.”
He sucks in a breath, and I wink at him.
“And bossy.”
“Let’s go grab our woman,” he says. “I bet she’s had enough of being fawned over by drunken fans. Andtall, dark, and prettywants to feed you his cock.”
Gia takes one look at our faces and herds us upstairs, where she guards the bathroom door while I swallow my pretty boy’s cock like a pro.
I don’t get fired.
When we get home, she puts him on his knees and makes him watch while she rides my cock to three orgasms. When she finally releases him, he comes so hard he paints his chest and jaw, still untouched. The primal groan that tears from his throat has me sinking my teeth into Gia’s bare shoulder and spilling my own climax into her soaked cunt.
“Fucking savage, Smalls.”
Then she pulls him up onto the bed to drown him in kisses, and I clean the cum from his skin with my tongue until we’re both hard again. The second time, we take her together, and the only sweet poisons that fall from her mouth are carnal curses and cries of pleasure.
“I got you guys something.” I swing my gym bag off my shoulder and drop it on the floor by the door. Gia is straddling Lyot on a kitchen chair that’s been pushed back from the small table in the center of the room, but she looks over her shoulder at me when I enter. Early-summer sunlight spills through the windows above the sink, glinting off the white tile countertops and sparking in her unbound hair.
“Matching collars?” she snarks. Lyot huffs against her neck and squeezes her ass in warning, his fingers slipping up under the hem of her sinfully short cutoffs.
“Close,” I reply. Lyot lifts his head and arches a brow at me.
“Seriously? We’ve talked about this.”
