Page 27 of Surrendering the Skies

He dipped his hand farther between Marcus’s legs and gave Geneva a coy wink. “Say it.”

A gasp hissed through his teeth and his muscles tensed as Ash continued his explorations. “I missed you, too.”

Geneva knew his prompting was for her benefit, and her love and appreciation for Ash blossomed even more. Their gazes remained locked together as Ash fondled and probed, but she remembered her desires weren’t why they were together. With a subtle movement, she nodded in Adele’s direction and forced herself to break eye contact.

Ash withdrew and stepped around to reclaim Marcus’s mouth with another searing kiss. “Pants off and get on the bed,” he commanded.

He did as he was told. After removing the remainder of his clothing, Marcus folded back the covers and slid across the pristine sheets. Ash stood beside him and pulled his T-shirt off over his head. As he unfastened the top of his shorts, he glanced back at Geneva over his shoulder. Angling toward her to grant her a better view, he shed his shorts and boxers, freeing his engorged cock.

He climbed onto the bed, covering part of Marcus’s body with his own. While plunging his tongue back into his mouth, he guided the other man’s hand to his erection. Marcus’s fingers encircled the thick shaft, and he gave it a firm squeeze. His fist moved up and down in slow, deliberate strokes.

Ash propped himself up on one arm, his lips hovering above Marcus’s. “It’s up to you how long you want to stretch this out,” he said. “Say the word and I’m yours.”

He delivered another steady pump to his cock. “I’m ready.”

“Come on, Marcus. You can do better than that.”

Letting Ash’s erection fall from his grasp, his gaze flicked toward Adele for a split second before he answered. “I want…Ineedto feel you inside me.”

He kissed him once more, quicker this time. Shifting closer to the center of the bed, Ash positioned himself between Marcus’s knees. His palms skimmed over his sinewy thighs, coming close to yet avoiding any sensitive regions, then he stopped. “Hey, Adele? Can you do me a favor?”

“Mm?”

“Open the top drawer of the nightstand. I’m hoping there’s still a bottle of lube left in there.”

“There is,” Marcus mumbled.

Adele hopped up from her chair and hurried over to the side of the bed. As instructed, she procured the small bottle from the drawer and passed it to Ash. When she turned around to return to her seat, Geneva noticed the scarlet flush brightening her cheeks but directed her attention back to the men before they could make eye contact.

Ash rubbed the slippery fluid between his hands. While he coated his erection with one hand, the other darted between Marcus’s legs. From where she sat, Geneva couldn’t discern his exact movements, yet the effects of his teasing were reflected in Marcus’s expression.

Finished with his preparations, Ash maneuvered his cock into place. With one hand on either side of Marcus’s chest, he inched forward, his muscles taut. “Fuck,” he muttered, his jaw clenching. “I forgot how tight you are.”

A fervent moan escaped Marcus’s lips as he eased farther inside. His spine bowed away from the mattress, but he was trapped by the weight of the larger man. The sounds of their pleasure ignited Geneva’s own arousal, and the room suddenly felt too hot, her clothes too restrictive and uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward and braced her hands on her knees, digging her fingertips into her flesh to keep herself from disrupting the perfect scene before her.

Ash moved with short, measured thrusts. When Marcus attempted to grasp his own cock, he grabbed his hand and slammed it down on the bed. “No touching,” he said. “You know it’s more fun this way.”

Eyes clenched shut, Marcus writhed beneath him. The sublime torture was etched into every feature of his face as his fingers knotted in the sheets. His erection, dark and impossibly swollen, protruded into the space between them, yet Ash had denied him relief. His breaths came in shorter gasps, signaling his climax grew nearer.

Geneva tore her gaze away from them to glance at Adele. The redness in her cheeks hadn’t subsided as she sat and watched, transfixed. Her lips parted and her chest heaved in unison with her lover’s. Despite her own longing, Geneva gave her the verbal nudge she needed. “Go to him,” she said.

Adele flew across the room, landing at Marcus’s side. His fist tangled in her curls as they shared a brazen kiss. She reached for his cock, and his body seized at her intimate touch, as if an electric current had jolted through him. An elated moan pierced the air as his limbs quaked with his release.

Ash emitted a primal growl as he propelled forward one last time. His corded muscles tensed then slackened, though he remained propped up on his arms. As his breathing slowed, his head drooped and he slid backward, away from the others.

The jumble of bodies on the bed made it difficult for Geneva to see much. She felt a twinge of disappointment at being excluded, although she was ultimately pleased with how the events of the evening had played out. Not wanting to be ignored, she let out a little cough.

Ash looked at her and grinned. After exhaling another deep breath, he rose from the mattress and approached her. “Don’t worry,” he said quietly. “No one’s forgotten about you.”

She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, though she couldn’t feign annoyance for long. Before she could say anything, he bent over and scooped her up, slinging her over one shoulder as if she weighed nothing. She squealed in surprise yet had no choice but to allow him to take her out of the room.

“Let’s give them their moment,” Ash said as they traveled the hallways, one arm wrapped around her legs. “In the meantime, you’ve been very patient, and I think you deserve to be rewarded.”

He pushed open various doors until they found a room with another bed in it. Geneva giggled as he tossed her on top of the mattress. “I’m sure Marcus won’t mind if we make a mess out of a second set of covers.”

“Considering he has someone else come in to do his cleaning, I’m not going to feel bad about it.” He craned his neck to see past the threshold into the adjacent bathroom. “Give me a minute or two to wash up. I’ll be right back.”

As he left, she flung back the bedspread, not caring where it landed. She removed her shirt and arranged it over a nearby chair then laid her bra on top of it. Before she could unzip her pants, a pair of hands seized her from behind. “When was the last time you were the last person to take their clothes off?” Ash said near her ear.

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