A long, husky moan pushes past my lips and he groans, pressing his cock into my inner thigh.
I reach down, freeing him from his boxers and he locks up on me. Everything in him tenses, and he grips my wrist as I wrap my fingers around his thickness, but then his forehead falls to my shoulder, and my free hand sinks into his hair.
It’s okay, Ransom...
I pull and he growls, shifting and biting at my lip.
Slowly, I pump him a little faster when his muscles loosen in response, readying him for more.
His pants are kicked to the side, boxers with them, and I’m scooted to the edge of the table, his cock aligned with my entrance, one of his strong hands on my hips, the other making its way up my spine until he’s casing my neck in his palm.
He’s ready, the head of his cock applying pressure at my entrance, flexing with eagerness and with one more small tug of his hair, he pushes the tip inside.
I beg for more, lifting my hips, but he holds me still, and my entire body breaks out in chills when the corner of his mouth curves up.
He gives me his wicked smirk and an airy chuckle leaves me.
My god, look at him.
He’s rugged perfection.
He licks his lips, glides his along mine and pulls back again.
“I’m gonna show you something,” he rasps, his hold on me tightening. “You’re going to like it, but you’ll never see it again,” he promises, lowering his chin.
My core twists in eagerness, and I hastily nod. Upon my answer to his implied question, I’m torturously rewarded with another inch of him.
My body clenches around him, pleading, and that grin of his deepens.
He dips in, keeping his body close to mine as he begins to lay me all the way back. “Close your eyes, baby, and when you feel my teeth... open.”
I swallow, proof of my pleasure coating his cock as I do what he asks, and he moans as if he can feel it, what he does to me.
My skin meets the soft felt of the table, my shoulders level with its edge, my head completely off and hanging upside down. He dips his hands in my hair, tugs with a slight groan, and then releases it, allowing it to fall, the ends likely teasing at the floor beneath.
The heat of his body hovers above me, and my nipples ache to be touched. My hands lift, gliding across them, and I grin at his sharp intake of breath.
His lips fall to my breastbone, and he kisses his way down, his nose pushing my left hand out of the way, so he can swirl his tongue around the sensitive point. He hesitates, mouth open, warm breath blowing over the cool spot and sending a chill through me.
And then he bites.
My eyes fly open, and the moment they do, I gasp, my thighs clamping around him.
Beretta stands behind Arsen at the opposite end of the room, his palms skating down his body until he reaches the waist of his jeans. Beretta says something into Arsen’s ear when he slips his hand inside his boxers, cupping Arsen, and Arsen’s low moan reaches us.
He yanks away, driving Beretta backward until he’s hitting the wall, and gently slams himself into him.
Beretta chuckles but quickly spins them again, and Arsen settles in place, his stance widening the slightest bit.
One of Arsen’s hands slides into Beretta’s hair, his mouth falling to his ear, as the other plants firmly on his shoulder, pushing him to his knees.
Beretta drops willingly, locking his fingers with Arsen’s on the way down.
I hold my breath as Beretta leans in, and while I can’t see in front of him, I know the moment he’s pulled him into his mouth.
Arsen’s head falls back to the wall, his free hand moving to cup Beretta’s face, and then his lids flick open, meeting mine.
Arsen winks, closes his eyes, and Ransom chooses that exact moment to push all the way inside me.
My back flies off the table and he uses the gap to slide his hands underneath, pulling me up. He backs up, lowering us onto the chair, my heels straight on the carpet at our sides, his legs stretched out in front of him, my breasts in his face.
I sink into him, and he growls, pushing my hips back and forth, grinding me on his cock rather than bouncing me up and down on top of him.
He wants to feel me, to fill me, fully and completely.
My eyes hold his, my palms flattening on his chest. I slide them up and over his shoulders and back, before driving my fingers into his hair and gently tugging on the length on top.
His hands have come up, now hugging my body to his, and when I press deeper, using my right hand and the chair as leverage, his muscles flex, his cock swelling inside me, and he starts to shake.
His eyes clench closed, and his hands fly from me, pressing at my ribs, ready to push me away as a deep frown pulls at his forehead, but I quickly drop mine to his. Breathing against his mouth, my body trembles too, but only because my orgasm is mounting just as his is.
I can’t lose this; I need to come.
I need him to come, and I want to be the one to do it and know that I did.
I kiss him slowly, flattening my chest to his, leaving no room to escape, and after a moment, his mouth moves with mine.
Slow, at first, and then faster, more urgent, and then whatever hold his mind has over him, it breaks.
He’s grunting and growling and thrusting up into me with such a power I know my inner thighs will be bruised. He allows no room between us, keeping himself buried inside me as deeply as possible and when he’s about to come, he flies from the chair, my ass in his rough palms as he spins us, pinning me to the wall.
He grips my chin, driving his tongue into my mouth as his cock works my body into a frenzy, with deep, full strokes.
I come around him and he bites at my lip, his entire face morphing as he does the same, but as he fills me, those eyes open.
And soften.
Promise more than I can understand.
His muscles ease, and slowly, his weight becomes mine.
And then he twirls us again, carries me through the house, out into the back yard, and lowers our naked bodies into the hot tub. He reaches behind him, pulls my heels from my feet and sets them on the cement beside us. My legs fall from around him, and he sits back against the jet, entwining my fingers with his so he can pull me forward.
His eyes fall to my breasts, but his hands lower to my hips and as his gaze meets mine again, he gently turns me, tugging me down onto his lap.
He doesn’t say a word but holds me still while I memorize the way his heart races, noting how long it takes for it to settle and beat in rhythm with mine.
I close my eyes, but then the slash of water has them flying back open, and my mouth gapes as the boys lower into the hot water with us, both as naked as we are.
They sink against the jets, lay their heads back and close their eyes.
I laugh, loudly.
And then suggest we order in.
Ransom and the boys don’t leave, but take turns showering and then slip into extra clothes they find in the trunk of Arsen’s car. We didn’t end up ordering in because I learned something new today.
Beretta cooks. He said his mom taught him, so he slipped into our ridiculous kitchen built for a damn Master Chef when no one in my family cooks beyond the basics, and even then, it’s only Monti or myself making a quick batch of eggs or something if we’re bored and Gennie hasn’t made her stop yet. My mom hasn’t so much as poured her own cup of coffee since, well, ever, as far as I know.
After we ate, we headed to my room, the boys started playing video games while I caught up on some classwork. We’ve been relaxing, watching random TV for the last hour or so, and I can’t stop glancing toward Beretta.