Page 118 of I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC 2)
Cade scowls and storms over to stand beside us.
“You chased all the groupies away,” he tells me, looking me over with that sharp, horrible face of his, the one that I want to wake up to someday. I want to fuck him all night, and sleep beside him, see what it’s like to wake before he does and study his peaceful face. “You gonna do something about that?”
The other night, they said they were testing me, that they wanted to see if I could handle the responsibility of carrying the leashes to four demons. Well, I can. I will. Most importantly: I want to.
I lower myself to my knees, wondering if they might stop me. If one of them might walk away.
Since Crown is the most likely to take off—Grainger is pretty solid when sex is on offer—I undo his pants first, letting the heat of his cock warm my palm. I give the tip a lick before reaching over to undo Grainger’s pants.
He grits his teeth at me, but he doesn’t move. Neither of them do. They don’t look at each other either. Only me. Just me.
Slowly, languorously, I sweep my tongue over my palm, letting saliva and lipstick smear across my skin as the men watch. Once it’s lubed up to my satisfaction, I curl my fingers around the base of Grainger’s cock. I stroke him while I do the same to my other hand, taking Crown in the same way.
It’s exhilarating, to have them both towering above me, their competing scents mixing together in a musky cloud that blurs the lines between reality and fantasy. In reality, I cannot have them both. In my fantasy, they’re inextricably mine. Forever. Always.
My lips drop to Crown’s tip, pressing a kiss right over the pearly bead of pre-cum. My tongue flicks out, cleaning it off as the fingers on both my hands stroke and caress. I lower my mouth to Crown’s shaft, sweeping my tongue around him and drawing a male sound of satisfaction from his throat. When he drops a hand to my hair, I pull away, redirecting my mouth to Grainger’s cock instead.
I try to do the same to him, but he thrusts deep as soon as my mouth is open, dragging the velvety heat of his cock along my tongue. I suck hard, grazing my teeth across his skin as I draw back. He tries to keep me there, but I dig my nails into his dick and he growls at me.
Back to Crown I go, sliding my mouth down the length of him, comparing the taste of the two men. I love them both. I want them both. Like an ice cream cone with multiple scoops. I lick and suck, back and forth, back and forth, until they’re both trying to tangle their fingers in my hair and keep me.
I draw back, squeezing them both with my fists, jerking them off with hard, demanding motions.
My eyes trail up, searching Crown’s face first. His eyes are half-lidded, lips parted, his attention a searching, questing thing, like he’s actually considering if he might be able to do this, share his woman with another man.
Grainger … well, Grainger is lost in the heat of sex. As much as I was burned by him, I think he was burned by me, too. I hurt him when I took Sin that night. Part of me wonders if I’d told Sin to leave, and I’d played into Grainger’s hands, would we have gotten together?
Or is he too impossible? Too much of a bastard? Too much of a whore?
The way he stares at me, licking his lips, running his own hand up his belly and under his shirt, like he wishes it were me touching him there, makes me wonder. Do I have him already? Is he mine?
I work both men up toward their own orgasms. When I see one of them getting ahead of the other, I slow down, relax my grip. Their sacs tighten, their muscles tense.
“Gidge, I’m warning you,” Crown says, but I don’t care. I know what I’m doing. At least he’s offering me a chance to change my course; Cade would shove his cock down my throat if given the chance.
I feel like I’ve got them both on the same rhythm, but Crown surprises me by coming first, his cock throbbing as hot liquid pulses out and onto my face, my lips, drips down to my chin. Cade, because he’s a horrid asshole, grabs my hair and turns my head, shoving himself deep and blowing his load on my tongue.
I swallow him down, even as I’m cursing him out in my head.
“Goddamn it, Grainger,” Crown snarls as Cade pulls away from me with a guttural groan. He doesn’t look at all ashamed of himself as he zips up his jeans. The vice president, on the other hand, takes his shirt and swipes it over my face to clean me off.
