Page 86 of Diary from an Inked Throne

Then a slow, wicked grin spread across his handsome face, the one I knew all too well. He smirked at me. “You gonna make it up to me the same way Dax did?”

I gaped at the two of them. “That was an apology hand job?”

Dax’s cheeks went red, but he shot Luca a dirty look.

“It was supposed to be an apology blow job, but Luca had a problem holding on long enough.”

Luca’s mouth dropped open.

Lynx reached over and put one finger beneath Luca’s stubbled jaw and snapped it shut.

I tried to hide my laughter but failed.

Luca quit glaring at Dax and turned it on me instead. “Oh, it’s funny, huh? Want me to show you exactly how long I can hold on, princess?”

I put my arms around his neck. “I really do.”

He practically growled as he grabbed me by the waistband of my pants and hauled me in closer. Two flicks of his fingers had them undone and his hand inside my panties.

I helped him along, toeing off my boots while his fingers rubbed over my clit, slow but firmly.

Instantly, little pulses of pleasure lit up behind his touch, helped along by the state I was already in from watching Dax fist Luca’s cock.

Luca used his free hand to tug my pants over the globes of my ass and down my thighs. I stepped out of them as he moved his fingers lower, searching for the arousal building at my opening.

My panties strained at the seams with having his big hand inside them, and he yanked them off me, a few of the stitches popping with how rough he was.

Fresh air from the open balcony door kissed my bare ass and thighs, and my pussy tingled at the opposing sensation of having Luca’s warm fingers inside me, his solid body pressed up against mine.

I reached for him, for his cock that he’d neatly tucked away behind his pants, but he dodged, dropping down to his knees in front of me instead.

His hot tongue slid through my folds, and I moaned at the feel of him there.

I closed my eyes, but I was all too aware of Lynx joining us, stepping in behind me, reaching around and grabbing a handful of my tits through my clothes. He peered over my shoulder at Luca on his knees.

“Hey, Luca? We all know you’re down there right now just to give your dick time to recover.”

Luca didn’t stop what he was doing. Didn’t even look up. He just flipped his middle finger, the one that wasn’t inside me, up at Lynx.

Lynx laughed and squeezed me, fondling me through the layers of my long-sleeved shirt and bra, but it was a maddening sensation when all I really wanted his fingers on my skin.

Lynx always seemed to know exactly what I needed.

He pulled my shirt off, his fingers making short work of the clasp on the back of my bra. We were so close to the open door, the property’s expansive yard and driveway spread out below us.

“There’s people down there!” I hissed at Lynx, holding my bra to my chest, even though I so badly wanted it gone so I could feel his fingers on my nipples.

He glanced over at the balcony. It was solid at the bottom, so it hid Luca insistently tonguing my pussy like he didn’t have a care in the world. But it sure as hell wouldn’t cover my tits, just flapping in the breeze if I let Lynx take my bra.

Viktor and Bruno were down there with a bunch of the other guys, probably cleaning up the mess we’d made.

Lynx leaned in and kissed my cheek, then my neck. He stayed there, kissing and licking and sucking on the sensitive spot behind my ear until I closed my eyes again, and my hand fell away from my chest, the bra going with it.

His lips rasped over my ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this Nyah. The whole world should see what you look like when you have a man between your legs and the other one desperate for a turn.”

I moaned, probably loud enough for Viktor and Bruno to hear through the open door, but it was impossible not to when Lynx spoke to me like that, and when Luca had been so diligently working every inch of my pussy.

I could see everything going on out there.