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Moving from the bed, Zeke stands in front of me and tilts my head back so I look up at him. “Don’t worry, Billie, we didn’t do anything—” he whispers as he looms over me and brushes his lips across my neck. “But it was one of the hardest things we’ve ever had to do. Even in your unconscious state, your nipples hardened and begged for our mouths.”

A panting breath leaves my mouth as my eyes flutter shut, imagining their mouths on my tits right now. They’re heavy and my nipples harden just thinking about it. The throbbing between my legs is a welcome distraction from the pain in my throat.

His tongue laps up the length of my neck, making me moan out as I lean back and fall onto the bed. Zeke crawls over me, his necklace dangling between us as he comes in for a kiss. But instead of meeting his lips, I find his tongue sticking out, and I can’t help myself. I open-mouth kiss his tongue before I moan into his mouth and he devours me.

His groan vibrates against me while his hands slide to my hips, lifting them so he can cup my ass. I can feel his erection through his jeans, pressing against my throbbing pussy as my hips lift higher and thrust into him.

“Goddamn you’re my newest addiction, Billie. You taste like—”

I kiss him again, swallowing the rest of his words as they turn into groans. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s become my newest addiction, too. It feels like I’ve only been out for a night—one I dreamt of him and Christian—but now I’m wondering if the best dream of my life occurred the entire time I was out. Maybe that’s why it didn’t feel that long; I was in my own version of heaven.

He breaks our kiss, trailing his lips and tongue down my throat again and over Christian’s tee until he hovers above my tits. I arch my back, silently begging him to end the sharp pain from how hard my nipple is right now. And he does exactly that, wrapping his mouth over the tight bud through the tee.

“Zeke,” I whimper out his name as a shock of arousal shoots straight down between my legs.

Moaning against my nipple, he takes it between his teeth and stares right up into my eyes. I part my mouth, pinching my brows together as my chest heaves. A fire stirs in my center, creating a dangerous build up that’s sure to blow the second Zeke touches methere.

He moves to my other nipple, mimicking his actions while his hand slips between us. My moan echoes through Christian’s room as he pulls my panties to the side, trailing his fingers ever so lightly on the outside of my pussy lips. It’s an action that makes the fire inside of me come to a boiling point. The volcano is about to erupt and he hasn’t even touched any of the good parts yet.

Grinning, he pops my nipple from his mouth and looks up at me, still teasing my pussy with his fingers in my panties. “You should probably go take a cold shower before I make you my good little slut in Christian’s bed.”

I whimper again, furrowing my brows as my mouth hangs open. He pinches the hood of my clit between two knuckles, never actually touching it, but it’s enough to make my pussy tighten and ache for him.

“Please,” I beg in a hoarse voice.

He groans, finding my mouth again before he nibbles my bottom lip and pops it free. “He’s already going to kill me for taking you in the backseat of my car, Billie. Take that fucking shower before we both get in trouble.”

I cry out when he pulls his hand from my panties and stands away from me. The cool air of the bedroom makes me realize how wet he made me, and how needy my pussy is for him and his big, fat cock.

Sitting up on my elbows, I cross my legs so I can put pressure on my clit and bite my lip while I peer up at him. He watches me with a brazen promise in his gaze, shoving his hair from his perfect face again. We stare at one another; the tension crackling between us, but we don’t move.

“Take a shower,” he repeats before he storms out of the room, clearly frustrated that he has a raging boner and can’t do anything about it. Won’t or can’t, I’m not sure.

I make my way into Christian’s massive bathroom and turn on the shower. Steam fills the room, fogging up the mirror as I look at my pale complexion and tired eyes. For someone who’s slept an entire weekend away, I sure look like shit. Looks like I need this shower for my sanity and for a refresh.

Tossing Christian’s tee on the floor beside my panties, I move to the shower and step beneath the steaming water. He has one of those fancy showers where there isn’t a door or curtain. The walls are a black marble, perfectly fitting for Christian’s personality. Everything about this bathroom is black, sleek, and cold.

And it reminds me how Christian made me feel against his door the other day. My mouth still feels the ghost of Zeke’s lips as I slip my hand between my legs, thinking of Christian. I close my eyes and throw my head back, teasing my nipples with my other hand as I slowly circle my clit.

But my gaze whips open when I feel a draft of cool air nip at my backside. I look over and find Christian standing there with a feral expression, devouring me with his gaze. He shakes his head when I stop touching myself, stepping forward.

“Don’t stop, little hellfire. That was so fucking hot,” he rasps out.

I don’t ask him where Zeke is in fear he might get upset, but my gaze bounces to the door anyway. He steps forward with a smirk as he grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head. My eyes skate over his inked chest and hard washboard abs until I stop on his other hand, yanking the button of his jeans open.

My mouth waters, and my pussy tightens when I see the small patch of hair when he unzips himself, then I get the full view when he drops his jeans and steps out. His body is like a stone statue, tight and muscular in all the right places. He has the kind of body that they make molds from to create masterpieces. And let’s not forget about his pierced cock hanging heavy.

I suds my hands up with the soap, massaging my breasts as I stare at him watching my every move. He reaches down and strokes himself to full hardness as he steps into the shower behind me. I don’t move, waiting for his instruction, when he gently pulls my wet hair from my shoulder and places his lips upon my flesh.

Dropping my head to the side, I close my eyes and revel in the feel of his mouth on me, tasting and kissing his way up my neck and just below my ear. He reaches around and grabs my jaw, holding me steady as he sucks my sensitive flesh into his warm mouth. His hard cock pokes my lower back as he steps up to me, pinning it between us as he tastes me.

“I’ve been a good boy trying to hold off until we can both have you, but knowing he’s fucked you already drives me wild, little hellfire,” he rasps against my throat.

Alarm bells go off in my head, but he doesn’t give me a chance to think about what this means for us when he kicks my legs open, grabs the base of his cock, and pushes into me. My eyes cross as my whimper fills the bathroom. I arch my back, taking every inch of him I can. He may not be as thick as Zeke is, but don’t think Christian isn’t stretching me wide open right now.

My hands flatten on the black marble before me as I rock back and forth on his dick. His groans make me rabid, wanting to pull more sounds from his sweet mouth as I fuck him. The sound of his hand slapping my wet flesh echoes through the room, making my pussy clamp around him.

“Just like that. Goddamn, little hellfire.”

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