Page 66 of Wristlocked
“Let me in,” I murmur into the damp slope of his shoulder, and slip my hand under his hips to catch his cock on the next thrust. He glides into my palm, hot and thick and slick with precum, familiar and alien and utterly raw. I close my fingers around him and let Gia rock him into my grip, my other hand hungrily stroking my own hard length. He brings the clutched pillow to his face and bites down, smothering a moan.
They’re intoxicating together.I’m fucking drunk with lust.
“Tell him how fucking beautiful he is, sweetheart,” I hiss through gritted teeth. “Tell him how well he takes your cock.”
“So fucking beautiful,” she gasps, shuddering against him with a swirl of her hips. “Ly—”
“Not that,” I stop her. “Not yet.”
Gia slows, making sinful little whimpers against his skin, and snakes an arm across his chest. She shifts back, pulling him up against her, and I watch his eyes blow open as the new angle catches hold.
“Holyfuck, Gia,” he groans, his head falling back
I need more. I need to be fucking closer, to be drowning in them both. I shift into the space in front of him, straddling their knees, but hesitate short of touching.
Control, asshole.
I squeeze the base of my dick hard, fighting the need to coat them both in my cum. Gia must notice the battle on my face, because she gives me a sultry, wicked smile over his shoulder, daring me to slap her. Instead, I lean in and suck her tongue into my mouth, stealing her triumph.
Lyot’s breath rushes out, fanning across my jaw as my chest brushes his.
“Fuck. Me,” he breathes.
“We are,” Gia promises, but she’s breathless now too. She holds my gaze as I shift back and hover over the two of them, then coils her hand in his hair. His eyes fall closed when she tugs his head sharply, arching him beautifully, offering his cock as she spears him with another roll of her hips.
“We are,” I agree.
I am not breathless. I am a fucking menace. “Look at me,” I demand. His lashes flutter. His eyes are candlelight on molten silver. “Open.”
He obeys.
Fucking Christ, she’s trained him beautifully.
I run the pad of my middle finger over his bottom lip, featherlight and teasing. His tongue darts out and tastes me, his head coming up off Gia’s shoulder to chase my touch. I tear my eyes away, locking on Gia, and push three fingers into his throat until he gags and shudders. An answering shiver ripples through her, and she licks a line up the back of his neck. She’s close, rocking faster on that double cock and making small, quivering noises in her throat. Her fingernails dig into his hips while his own hands clutch helplessly at his thighs.
“You think he likes this, sweetheart?”Break, little monster. “Taking us together in both his greedy holes?” I press down on his tongue, and he sucks frantically at my fingers, his breath coming hard through his nose and saliva dripping down his stubbled chin. “Do you think he wants it as much as you did?”
“Yes,” she cries, and even though I’m not touching or tasting or buried inside her, Ifeelher climax on my skin. She slumps against his back, sliding her arms around to hug his chest.
“And you, pretty boy.” I twist my hand and smear my thumb over his cheek. “You like it when our Shadow uses you for her own pleasure. Can you feel her cunt pulsing through her cock in your ass?” I pull my dripping fingers from his ravaged mouth and trail them down his throat. He nods, gasping and licking at his lips.
Like he fucking misses me in his mouth.
I bring my other hand up, reaching past him to tangle it in Gia’s hair, because I need her for what comes next.
Because I need toknow.
She hums encouragement when I pull her chin over his shoulder, tracking me with eager eyes as I line my cock up with Lyot’s and wrap my spit-slick fingers around us both.
It feels—I can’t breathe.
He moves. Or maybe she moves him. A gentle nudge that slides the silk of his cock against mine. Something snaps inside me, and I’m fucking done.
I fall back into the pillows, pulling them both with me. Lyot’s hands hit the mattress, braced on either side of my head, and he takes my mouth without asking, but I don’t fucking care. I suck on his tongue and rut against his cock in my hand, and Gia tears loose from my grip in her hair to rear back and ride him mercilessly against me.
“Please,” he moans, and tugs on my lip ring with his teeth.
“Come with me, pretty boy.” I press my forehead to his and drive my hips up.
