Page 47 of Rebel Obsession

Fang stood, brushing my hand away from his erection. He put one hand to the back of his shirt and dragged it over his head. I helped him out with his jeans, shoving them the rest of the way down his legs until he toed them off, along with his socks. He must have already left his boots downstairs.

Fang went into director mode. “Get up on your knees. I want him to be able to see your face.”

I knelt on the bed, facing the camera. He knelt on the floor, his back to it.

Fang’s lips wrapped around one nipple. He squeezed the other with his fingers, rolling and massaging it. “I brought you something.” He kissed the swell of my boob before sucking the nipple back into his mouth.

I dug my fingers into his wide, muscled shoulders, and held on, arching my back, just to get him exactly where I wanted him. “What is it?”

He reached for his jeans pocket and produced a set of nipple clamps, attached by a silver chain.

“That wasn’t in Vaughn’s text either.”

Fang chuckled, attached one to my nipple, and tightened it while watching my face. When I gasped, he stopped and set to work on the other. “He’ll like it if you like it.”

The clamp bit down, sending a spark of pleasure with it. “Tighter,” I urged him.

Fang kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth, while he gripped the back of my head, holding me in place. My nipples tingled from the clamps, little pulses of pleasure cascading down from them and congregating in my clit.

I needed more. I was already so turned on from Vaughn, and now from the clamps. I pushed down on Fang’s shoulders, and he chuckled.

“Needy.”

“Very,” I gasped. I was desperate for more.

He produced a third clamp and held it up. “For your clit.”

“Yes,” I moaned. I moved his hand down, making no secret of what I wanted.

He lowered his head to my pussy, kissing my bare mound, spreading my lips.

The pinch of the clamp around my clit had my eyes rolling back.

“You like that,” Fang announced as more of a statement than a question.

But my moan of, “Yes,” made it clear he wasn’t wrong.

“Good.”

He flicked his tongue against the clamped bud, and I gasped at the contact. The beginnings of an orgasm built low in my belly, but Fang wasn’t close to done. He put his face between my legs, tonguing at my opening, tasting my arousal.

“You’re wet enough to take us both.” He pressed a couple of his thick fingers up inside me. “We could both be in your sweet slit with how wet we have you.” He trailed his fingers back to my ass and rimmed the tight hole with my arousal. “Or do you want one of us here? Fucking this ass until we fill it with cum?”

My legs trembled, not at the dirty words, but more at how much I wanted it. Both. Despite a pretty active sex life that included group sex, I’d never taken two men at once. I’d never trusted anyone to have that much access to my body. That much control.

But if Vaughn had been in the room right then, I would have given it up in a heartbeat. “Both,” I whispered on a broken breath, desperate and aching to come. “I want to do both. With both of you.”

Fang groaned. “Watching your pussy stretch for both of us, fuck, Pix. I can’t stop thinking about it. Ever since I got you off while he was watching, I’ve wanted to do it again.”

I grasped both sides of his face and tilted it up so I could steal his kiss. Then whispered, “Then make me come now. Make me come, knowing he’s going to watch you get me off.”

He removed the clamp from my clit, and I moaned at the sensation of blood rushing back in. But then his lips were around the tiny bud, sucking and licking, his fingers deep inside me, fucking me until I couldn’t fight back the orgasm a minute longer.

I came around his fingers with a shout of ecstasy. I ground against his face, letting him draw out every ounce of pleasure he could before he laid me back on the bed, covering my naked body with his. He ground his erection between my thighs, thrusting lightly against my entrance.

“Want to fuck you bare, Pix. I want to see my cum inside you.” He buried his face in my neck. “Need to know you’re mine, even if I’m sharing you.”

It was a bad idea. But I couldn’t deny I wanted it too.

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