I let go and slide both of my hands under her ass so I can tilt her hips and position her where I want her. Then I grab my aching cock, line it up at her entrance, and push the swollen head into her slick pussy.
She moans, reaching out and grabbing at nothing. Her fingers sink into the cool Earth beneath her hands. She squeezes her eyes closed, arching and trying to stifle another cry.
Flicking a glance at Sherlock, I tell him, “Cover her mouth.”
“What?”
Riley’s eyes pop open. “What?”
“She likes it,” I tell him, though I don’t know why I bother. He doesn’t fucking care if she likes it. “She’s noisy. Put your hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.”
He doesn’t have to be invited twice. He moves above Riley, grabbing her hands and pinning them over her head.
“Hunter,” Riley says warily, stealing my focus. She’s much more alarmed about this as she looks up at me.
“I know what I’m doing,” I assure her, meeting her gaze.
She still looks worried.
I don’t want her to worry. I know I’m not the one she’s wary of, but she needs to let go and trust that I’m in control of this situation, and I won’t let anything happen to her that she won’t enjoy.
He can hold her down for me. He can cover her mouth to muffle her cries. But I’m not gonna let him do anything I’m not okay with.
She doesn’t need to worry about him. She needs to put her trust in me.
I know I’ve shaken the trust she once had in me, but I’m going to rebuild it, and once I do, I’ll know we’re unsinkable. I’ll get her to the point that she trusts me so much, she never questions me, even when I nudge past her comfort zone and take her into uncharted waters.
“It’s not like he hasn’t touched your mouth before, buttercup,” I remind her.
Her eyes flash, but if she has a verbal response, she doesn’t get to utter it. Sherlock clamps a hand over her mouth and pushes her head back down against the ground.
“Be gentle,” I warn him.
“I always am when I’m playing with someone else’s toys,” he assures me lightly.
Not fucking always.
I want to remind him about biting her, but now’s not the time. Besides, the fucker remembers.
Chapter Sixty One
Riley
My heart pounds as I lie here, rendered absolutely helpless.
Hunter didn’t tell him he could, but Sherlock gathered my wrists and pinned them over my head.
Now he pins my wrists with one hand and covers my mouth with the other while Hunter slides his cock deeper into me.
My pussy throbs around him.
My heart feels like it’s going to explode.
My stomach has been overtaken by so many butterflies, I should be soaring through the sky.
Reckless does not begin to cover it.
I’m not sure Hunter is thinking it through, letting Sherlock hold me down while he fucks me, but I don’t entirely understand the game they’re playing. I don’t know if anyone is really losing, I only know that I’m definitely winning.
My God.
Hunter rocks his hips back then thrusts into me again.
Since Sherlock is holding me down for him, Hunter’s hands are free to roam. He caresses my face while he fucks me. He lifts my shirt and toys with my breasts. He bends down to suck on them for a few seconds, then rises back up and grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he drives into me more brutally.
I cry out, but the sound is trapped under Sherlock’s strong grip.
It’s the craziest thought to have, but with his hand over my mouth like this, I can smell his natural scent on his skin.
He smells so good.
I’ve tried to avoid it until now, I wasn’t sure I could bear it, but as Hunter fucks me and my exposed tits bounce, I can’t help noting that of all the things Sherlock could be watching… he’s looking into my eyes.
Finally, I look up at him.
That ring of fire in his eyes dances like the flames just a couple of feet away from us.
Gray. His eyes are gray.
Hunter slams into me harder, splintering my concentration. I cry out, instinctively trying to free my hands so I can grab for something, anything to hold onto, but Sherlock doesn’t let me.
Wordlessly, he shakes his head, denying my request.
Fuck.
Delicious tension builds in my core as Hunter drives his cock into my pussy, more merciless with every thrust. As I start to get closer and closer to my orgasm, he slides his thumb inside me and goes after my clit.
Oh, no.
I cry out in glorious agony, a long, lingering sound that’s mercifully smothered against Sherlock’s hand. My eyes roll back, and my tummy jumps when Sherlock growls, like he’s feeding off my growing pleasure.
Between the two of them, I’m trapped in a pleasure prison. Hunter teasing and fucking me until I feel like I’ll lose my mind if I don’t cry out, Sherlock trapping my cries and my hands so I can’t ground myself.
When the pleasure comes, it hits with the dizzying suddenness I’ve grown used to when Sherlock is around. One second it feels fucking incredible but it’s steady and I can handle it. The next, the world is upside down and I’m exploding.
My pussy convulses, squeezing Hunter as I cry out against Sherlock’s hand. I’m so grateful for his firm grip right now—without it, everyone at the party would hear how hard I’m coming.
My whole body shudders in the aftermath. I feel exposed, but also blissful. Grateful.
Hunter knows how I am right after an orgasm, so he barks at Sherlock to let go of me. He does, just in time for Hunter to let go with a groan and fill me with his cum.
I lie there, breathing heavily, but feeling weightless.
The chill in the air hits me, but Hunter comes down on top of me and warms me back up.
He looks into my eyes, and I look into his.
“I love you,” I tell him.
His perfect lips tug up in a tender smile. He bends down to kiss me, and murmurs against my mouth, “I know.”
I need more time to come back down, but I don’t have it. Lying here when I was aroused and all wound up was one thing, but the cool bite of night air isn’t the only thing I’m more aware of now that I’ve come.
I’m aware that Sherlock hasn’t, and he just watched me get fucked. Held me down while Hunter possessed me.
Hunter and I got satisfaction, but he didn’t, and he was clearly aroused.
Still a bit boneless and foggy, I make quick work of gathering my clothes. I locate my jeans easily, but when I look around for my panties, I can’t seem to find them.
“Looking for these?”
I turn around at the sound of Sherlock’s voice.
He’s dangling my panties from his fingertips.
My stomach sinks. Blushing furiously, I snatch them from him and quickly step into them.
Sherlock smiles faintly as I do—like he hasn’t already seen more of me than he had a right to.
Turning back to Hunter, he says, “I’ve gotta hand it to you, Maxwell. You sure throw one hell of a party.”
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Sex is in the air tonight.
We can’t satisfy it fully, can’t chase it away.
We sure have fun trying, though.
Once Hunter chases all of the guests away, it’s just the two of us—exactly how I like it.