Page 172 of Bound By Shame
I know the second Seba presses the button— Cade’s jaw drops, the whites of his eyes flashing. His balls draw up tight as a gush of precum spills from his engorged cock. Seba clamps a fist around Cade’s cockhead, cutting off his impending orgasm.
“I said. Don’t. Come.”
A strangled groan. Once he’s calmed down enough not to erupt, Seba resumes kissing and nipping Cade’s inner thighs. I add another finger, scissoring them. The low, needy sound that emanates from his throat sends delicious tingles straight to my clit.
“Seb?”
He groans, lost to the pleasure. Exactly where I want him.
“There’s something I want.”
He breaks from Cade’s skin, panting harshly. “Tell me.”
I curl my fingers, grazing his prostate like Cade taught me. Hearches his back with another delicious groan. I reach around, grasping his thick cock.
“I want this. Inside me.”
He throbs against my palm as I stroke him once. Twice. Over his cockhead. Smearing his arousal down his shaft.
“Fuck,” he hisses through his teeth. “I?—”
“I’m not done.” I pump him again, squeezing at the base. “I want you to fuck me, while Cade fucks you.”
Another muttered, “Fuck,” followed by, “Goddammit, woman.”
Cade’s grin is downright devilish. “I wasn’t aware of your game, church girl.”
“Bullshit, I back you into corners all the time,” I huff. His laugh bounces off the rafters. Seba is the only one not amused… probably because I’ve been massaging the shit out of his prostate.
“You’re killing me,” he grunts.
Cade sits up?—
His cock jumps. “Ohhh… this thing is… too good.”
“Don’t you dare come unless it’s in me,” Seba growls.
Cade slinks off the altar, the sacramental cloth puddling around his feet as his palm lands on Seba’s abs.
“I’m gonna paint your fucking insides,” he murmurs, gaze dropping to his stepbrother’s mouth. “Stuff you so full and so deep, you’ll be leaking for days.”
The walls of Seba’s tight channel constrict. I pump my fingers faster.
“You two teaming up on me?”
Cade and I lock eyes. I withdraw my fingers, shoving them into my boy’s waiting mouth. He holds Seba’s stare as he sucks them clean.
Seba gapes. Speechless.
“You never stood a chance,” Cade purrs, grasping our man by the hips and spinning him to face me. He falls to his knees. I bring his hand to my breast, placing a foot on his chest. Those earnest brown eyes gaze up at me likeI’mthe deity he worships.
“I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have,” he whispers.
I comb the hair off his forehead. “You’re worth the pain.”
We might be free, but old guilt is stuck to us like tar. We’ve hurt each other before, and may hurt each other again. We’re human— we’re brought into the world flawed. But we learn. We forgive. And we keep showing up for each other.
Blunt fingertips rake down my outer thigh, past my knee, over my calf, to my ankle. Four red lines like tiger stripes. He guides my leg over his shoulder, his mouth covering my pussy through the stockings.
