Page 54 of Taming Dahlia

It was far from unexpected.

Earlier in the day, Ace had found me in the gym and linked his arm around my waist.

“How much do you think King will be pissed if we do it here?” He had grinned at me, his eyes bright and mischievous.

The answer wasvery, but that still hadn’t stopped us from doing it right there on the sparring mat.

A thought that wasn’t a frenzied desire and want finally entered my head.

I wondered at what point had something like this become the new normal for me.

Sleeping with three men at the same time.

Did the absence of prying eyes cause me to abandon all sense of decency?

Should I even care when it felt this good?

“Let me return the favor,” I said to King, casting aside those thoughts for now. There was time to mull over them later.

“You don’t have to—“ he said, but I interrupted him by sliding down to my knees.

“I want to.”

My fingers undid his fly with ease and I pulled his cock out, wrapping my fingers around it.

I leaned forward and closed my mouth over the head, and a drop of precome dripping onto my lower lip. I licked it off and leaned in for more, tonguing at the slit and sucking on the sticky bitterness, resisting the urge to just take him down to the hilt in one go.

King’s ragged breathing was loud in the dense silence as I lapped at his dripping cock, and a few seconds later, myimpatience eventually won as I opened my mouth wide, making sure to mind my teeth.

I leaned in, going all the way down, and his strangled cry did nothing but make me want to wring out more sounds like those out of him again.

I slowly sucked him off, inch by torturous inch, and then I paused to suckle sweetly over the tip.

King let out another muttered swear word, his hips bucking forward. His hand came down behind my head, his fingers lightly grasping my hair and when he jerked his hips again, I couldn’t help but moan.

It was so inexplicably hot and wonderfully dirty, the way he was fucking steadily into my mouth, down my throat, making helpless little growling sounds the whole time.

Getting down on your knees for someone had always been considered a weak and submissive position, but it had never felt that way for me. It never failed to make me feel powerful when I made the person on the receiving end lose their mind.

I firmly gripped his hips, digging my thumbs into the sharp hip bones, and my eyes closed as I tried to ignore the tension in my jaw. I focused on breathing in through my nose, drawing long and steady breaths, the slide of his heavy cock on my tongue making me moan around the sturdy length.

I tipped my head back so the slide down was easier, and that was all it took for him to throw his head back with a muffled groan and come.

I dug my nails into his thigh as I swallowed down as much of his length as I could. King was panting above me and I pulled off to glance at him. My jaw was aching, my throat feeling bruised — exactly how I liked it.

I leaned forward to lick his cock clean, all the while maintaining unflinching eye contact with him. That made him groan again and I hid a pleased smile by popping off.

“Jesus fuck,” he commented gruffly and I laughed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. He reached down and pulled me up by my arms, before planting a kiss on my lips.

“Jack is going to kill us for doing this in the kitchen.” I giggled into his mouth.

“I know,” King said, but he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to make ourselves scarce as he embraced me and let me rest against him again.

This whole situation with the three of them may not be conventional, but I didn’t care.

I couldn’t think of another time when I felt this well-cared-for and treasured. Why should I care about the opinions of unimportant strangers?

Conventionalwas an overrated word, anyway.

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