Page 21 of Frenzy
Finally, Dominic dragged himself away, breathing just as heavily as Radic. “Damn, I want to fuck the hell out of you right now, but Courtland would have my balls,” he croaked out, his voice rough.
He sauntered toward me, falling to his knees gracefully. I didn’t know what it was about this man, this shifter, that made me so fucking hot. It might be the tattoos, or the smirk, or maybe even the fact that he didn’t have a shirt on but still had a knife strapped to his chest in a soft black holster.
He was dangerous, and it oozed from his pores. Not because he’d just take what he wanted—he’d proven he wasn’t about that, by asking permission twice now. No, he had that air of unpredictable violence that would scare me if I was his enemy. It was hard to think of him that way right now, as he looked up at me with molten chocolate-colored eyes from between my knees.
He didn’t break eye contact as he licked the remnants of my release from one thigh, and then the other one, his straight brown hair falling over his forehead. I forgot to suck in oxygen as I felt the puff of his breath against my damp lips. He inhaled deeply, and a low rumbling in his chest echoed around the room.
“Why do you smell of home, pretty Beta?” he whispered softly, then he ran the flat of his tongue from my entrance to my clit.
Oh shit. I hadn’t expected to come again. Thought I’d be too sensitive, but the wild pleasure shooting through my body was proving me wrong. He pulled away, and then dragged me to the floor. “I don’t think it's fair that you get to come twice, and our hardworking friend here just has to watch, do you?” I shook my head, and he grinned. “Mmm, that's my good girl.”
Well. Fucking set me on fire, because those words burned me up. He just grinned at me as if he knew his effect, which he probably did.
“Grab the chair, Radic.” Rad grabbed the office chair and rolled it over. “Now take off your pants and sit down. Your girl is going to take care of you.”
I sat on my knees, my butt resting on my heels, and looked over my shoulder at him. He was smiling, but it wasn’t lustful at that moment.
“Look at you. It’s like you were made for him, and you don’t even know it.” He shook his head, and then reached out to stroke Radic’s cock. I moaned, a long, embarrassingly high-pitched sound.
Dominic laughed. “Oh, you like to watch that, beautiful Bonnie?” He sat up on his knees and moved fluidly toward Radic, pushing his knees apart as far as possible. Then he wrapped impossibly perfect lips around Radic’s cock and sucked him down deep.
I wasn’t sure which of us moaned loudest, and there was no way a whole house of Manix hadn’t heard it. Dominic pulled away, his face full of mischief as he looked up into Radic’s slack face.
“Eat many popsicles growing up?” Rad asked in a strangled voice, probably trying to cut the tension.
Dominic shook his head. “Nah, but I did suck a lot of dick.” A laugh burst out of me, and Dominic grinned over his shoulder. “Come over here and show me how good that pretty mouth looks around his cock.” Yep, there went the mirth, rapidly replaced by raging lust.
I crawled over to Radic on my hands and knees, who was looking between me and Dominic as if he’d just won the lottery. I uncurled my body as I rested my hands on Radic’s strong thighs. He’d unbuttoned his shirt, and I took in the hard planes of his chest and abs. He was frowning down at me, probably trying to read if I was into this or not.
Holy shit, I was into it.
I grinned, and then slid him in my mouth, suctioning my cheeks. He threw back his head and moaned, wrapping his fingers in my hair as he bucked up into my mouth slightly. He might know what I liked, but that went both ways, and Radic? He liked it a little rough.
Uncovering my teeth a little, I let them scrape back up his cock. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed, gripping my hair a little tighter.
Done with watching, Dominic spread my knees a little and lay on his back, until I was balanced precariously over his face. “Fuck, I love these thighs,” he groaned, lifting himself up slightly on his elbows so he could bite the fleshy part of my inner thigh. “Now ride my face like I’m a mechanical bull, baby.”
A sane woman didn’t say no to that. I didn’t have your normal chubby girl hang-ups anymore, even though they’d added another facet to my teenage angst. I wasn’t worried about my weight, or the fact he might suffocate on my thick thighs.
I looked down between my body and Rad’s, at Dominic’s head peeking happily out of my thighs. He’d probably like to die that way, in fact.
Rad tugged gently on my hair again, as if drawing my attention back to his straining dick. I gave him an apologetic look as I slid back down his length, moaning as I came back up because apparently, Dominic had decided it was time to go back to work too.
His tongue swirled, and I moved faster up and down Rad’s cock, until I was bouncing on Dominic’s face. Dominic moved up to suck my clit, and thrust his fingers inside me fast and hard, curling them to get all the good spots while driving me crazy.
My movements got messy and haphazard, but that didn’t matter because Radic was losing it too. He gripped my head in both hands, thrusting up until I gagged around his cock and he came down my throat in hot bursts.
“Fuck, Bonnie,” he moaned, slumping back in the office chair.
Dominic took that as permission to drag me away and pull me tighter to his face, and I did what I’d been asked. I rode his face as his tongue stroked and thrust, until I was coming all over again, my nails digging into Radic’s thighs, leaving pink crescent marks on his skin.
I lifted myself off his face, but Dominic didn’t let me roll away. Instead, he just moved me down his body until I was straddling his lower abs. He rolled us both to the side, burying his face between my breasts.
“Fuck, your body is glorious,” he said with a happy sigh. He pressed my boobs together around his cheeks, and blew a raspberry between them. “Honestly, who invented tits? I want to shake that man’s hand. They are everything good in the world.” He moved his head to the left, biting my breast and making me gasp. I realized he was giving me a damn hickey on my boob. When he was done, he looked up at me and grinned. “So you don’t forget me.”
He rolled onto his back and then sat up. I blinked at him, looking between him and Radic, as if I was supposed to know what happened next. I felt a little bit exposed at that moment. Well, obviously a lot exposed, because I was lying on the office carpet naked. But vulnerable, maybe?
“Is that it, then? Just this once?” I kept my voice even, like I didn’t give a shit, which I probably shouldn’t. I didn’t know this guy from a hole in the ground.
