Layton, having stripped off completely naked and glorious, comes up behind me and picks up the knife from the bed where he threw it to get naked. He trails the cold steel down my spine.
“You up for this?” I pant to David.
He blinks. “Doesn’t this fall into being non-exclusive?” he asks quietly.
“No,” I pant. “If he was a woman, then yes. But here in this room…it’s different.”
“It’s what she wants,” Declan purrs in that accent that I know affects David as much as it does me. I’ve seen the interest in his eyes. “And we are all about pleasing our woman, are we not?”
“Yes,” David croaks out and takes Declan’s hand. He stands up nervously.
“You’re going to have to guide him,” I point out.
He lets out a soft laugh and it’s all that was needed to relax him. He isn’t the awkward one here, Declan is.
I watch as David takes a step closer to Declan. They are roughly the same height, although David is much slimmer than Declan, barely a wisp next to Ramsey and Layton. Speaking of which, Ramsey joins me and Layton, also beautifully naked, his light skin marred with bruises across his ribs.
I gasp when he leans down to suck my hard, aching nipple into his mouth, biting down gently while he twists the other one.
Layton digs the blade into the skin of my back, hard enough to draw blood. “How does that feel, Cherries?” he asks darkly.
“Harder,” I pant, my eyes riveted to David and Declan as their lips collide in a kiss filled with so much hunger, the dildo nearly slips out of me, I soak it that much.