Page 88 of That Sik Luv

“C’mon,” he says, pulling her to a standing position. His smirk finds me. “Bones, have a seat. Your girl here needs a lesson from a real man.”

My blood is boiling beneath the surface, but this man knows better than anyone that I have no control over my crazy. He’d be begging for death before fucking around with her in front of me.

“Maybe we can all play?” she offers. “I mean, if that’s okay? Maybe we can all learn something new.” She smiles a cutesy little smile at me, and I can’t wait to smack her upside the head with my cock and wipe that smirk right off.

I run my tongue along the front of my teeth, letting her take the reins. She wants to play King of the Kingdom? Fine. Let’s see how she rules.

Taking a seat on the couch again, I lean back and get comfortable as Nox leans back next to me. His hands are already folded on top of his tattooed head, a satisfied grin filled with nothing but anticipation of what’s coming.

It’s not like we haven’t been down this road before. Nox and I have had sex with the same girl at the same time. After I got out of prison, I’d been on a rampage, fucking everything this club brought in because I couldn’t fuck her. But it all stopped when I saw her again for the first time, sleeping in her room. No one could compare and no one ever would. Other women disgusted me and the only way I could get off was to mask these employees and imagine her tear-stained face beneath me.

This man has a taste for everything and everyone, however. It’s like he gets off on screwing anything that could be considered taboo or outrageous. I watched him seduce and fuck a girl’s husband in the ass right in front of her because she was stealing money from the club. Regular sex isn’t for the likes of him. The man is a fucking train wreck of poor decisions and uninhibited desires. We know how to play together. How to share. How to please. But this...this is different.

This is my Briony.

Briony settles herself on her knees on the floor beneath us, her tight dress riding high on her thighs. Her hands each find one of our legs and she slides them up, touching our knees, then sliding them up our thighs. Nox tips his head, looking down the front of her dress, and then up beneath her skirt, between her thighs. Thirsty fuck.

“You know, this just feels a bit backwards.” She giggles to herself before pushing up off our legs and standing above us. “C-can I sit?”

Nox rolls his head to mine on the couch before looking back at her and slapping his thighs.

“Of course.”

She disregards him, sitting between us on the leather, a hand on each of our thighs. I keep glaring at the one on Nox’s leg, imagining breaking each of her fingers, one by fucking one, maybe even peeling her nails off, until all she lives and breathes is me. His tattoo-covered hand finds her thigh, and he slowly starts massaging the white flesh beneath it.

“Mmm.” Briony closes her eyes, rolling her head to the side. “Yeah, that feels good.”

My dick strains against my jeans at her soft, subtle moans, growing harder by the second. My little cock-hungry whore loves this, and it’s driving me mad.

“Yeah? What if I went a little higher?” he asks, slowly trailing fingers up the inside of her thigh. “I bet that would feel good, too.”

She giggles, then closes her knees together. “I’m ticklish.”

He runs his hand higher under her dress, his fingers disappearing.

“I think she enjoys being tickled, don’t you, Bones?”

His hand meets her panties as he brushes his fingers against her clit, and she tosses her head back against the couch, her breasts pushing out of the top. My other hand molds to her breast, lifting it slightly before allowing it to drop before me. Her lips part, and a soft moan leaves her.

God, her lips are so fucking perfect.

Nox is staring at her mouth too, as his hand moves between her thighs, attempting to pull her panties to the side.

She swats at the hand, and he retreats. “I should tie you up for that.”

“You should,” he retorts with a smirk, leaning forward and pulling a pair of cuffs out from behind his back pocket.

Fucker has cuffs on him. Of course he does.

“Do what you want with me. Take me. Use me,” he says, reiterating her earlier words as he places his wrists in front of her, taunting her. “Fuck me in front of your little boyfriend over here. Show him what you’ve been missin’. What that masked fuck is denying you.”

I go to stand, to shut his face with my fist, but Briony grips the back of my shirt, pulling me back down onto the couch.

He laughs, noticing. “Your girl here has a tasty little appetite. One that needs fillin’, and I don’t think you’re the man for the job, Bones.”

“Nox,” I warn.

Breathing is hard. Smoke is leaving my nostrils, and I’m pretty sure my eyeballs are bleeding from how hard I’m holding myself back. But Briony runs her hand up my thigh, higher and higher, until she’s palming my cock over my jeans. She gives me a little side-eyed look, one that practically screams, 'trust me.'

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