Page 53 of Crush (Deadly Hearts 1)

He licks his lips but doesn’t touch. He slowly trails his hands down my stomach to the top of my pants. He flicks the button open and lowers the zipper, then he drops to his knees and pulls my pants down, careful not to touch the bandaged wound on my leg.

Placing my hand on his shoulder for support, I step out of them. I’m in front of him in just my black lace thong, but to my delight that doesn’t last very long. He stands up quickly and grabs my hips, lifting me up onto the counter.

He hooks his fingers into the sides of the panties and pulls down. I lift my ass up so he can remove them from me and drop them on top of the rest of my clothes. He bends down and cups my face, pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss that makes me moan and open up. He sweeps his tongue over mine. I let him take control of the kiss. As much as I want to dominate him, I just can’t right now.

He is an excellent kisser. Not that I doubted it. I hadn’t even thought about it until this moment.

“I want you,” he murmurs against my lips. “Can I have you?”

“Yes,” I whisper back. “Right here.”

He groans softly and kisses me again, sweeping my loose hair off my neck to bunch up tightly in his fist.

My clit twitches in response to that, but I won’t make any demands from him. Not today. He releases me to unzip his pants. I reach inside to pull out his cock, licking my lips when I find him already hard and ready for me. I stroke him, enjoying the silky smoothness of his long length.

“Do we need to talk about protection?” he rasps.

“Not unless you want to,” I reply with a smile.

He laughs nervously back. “Not really,” he says and grabs my ass, pulling me closer to him.

I tilt my hips, wrapping my legs around him, ignoring the shooting pain that fires through my injured thigh.

He drops his lips to mine again and lets me guide his cock into my wet pussy. I don’t need warming up. I’m so turned on by this slow, careful seduction, I just want to ride him until he bursts.

He thrusts his hips forward, entering me quickly, a groan escaping his lips. I grab his head and kiss him again, shoving my tongue into his mouth in a rhythm that matches his thrusting. I start to pant, feeling the tension of the day start to drift away.

I hear a noise at the door and turn my head sharply, but see only Layton standing there, a heated look in his eyes.

“Thought you might need help,” he murmurs.

“Nope,” David pants, thrusting wildly. “Don’t need any help.”

I giggle.

“No, doesn’t look like you do,” Layton says with a smirk at me.

“Can he join in?” I murmur to David. “Hands only?”

“Be my guest,” David rasps. “But he’s not having you until I’m finished…can’t stop…fuck…Ruby…”

Layton approaches us like a predator. I throw my head back, pushing my tits out for him to twist roughly, I gasp, my clit pulsating madly at the harsh touch.

He wastes no time in dropping his hand to my pussy. His fingers glide over my slippery clit, rotating slowly at first and then speeding up. I thank my lucky stars that David doesn’t give a flying fuck that another man is touching me, helping to bring me to an orgasm that I know is going make my whole body shake with unfettered arousal.

“Fuck, yes!” I cry out as the climax hits me hard and fast.

My pussy clenches around David’s cock, which makes him groan and thrust deeper until he unloads inside me, coming long and hard with a feral noise that excites me.

Layton’s soft pants brush my sweaty hair from my forehead as he leans in closer, then he slips his fingers inside me, while David’s dick still fills me up.

“Jesus!” I scream as the action makes me tremble again in their arms. “Yes! Yes!”

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