I want to touch him so bad.
At the thought, Byron reminds me Marek and I aren’t alone. He shifts my hair to one side, gazing over my shoulder and down at his friend. They make full eye contact, not shying away from each other. Byron’s teeth sink into my shoulder, and a moan crowds the space between the three of us.
All it takes is the two of them acknowledging the other to turn my insides upside down.
“Holy fuck!” My inner thoughts come out, making both release a deep chuckle.
Something so small is so damn sexy.
Marek stands, and with no hesitation, his lips crash into mine, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue. His hands find comfort in my hair, and he tugs just enough to make me take notice.
“Lie down,” Byron demands.
I don’t trust these mother fuckers to save my life, but damn if they don’t do things to my body.
I do as Byron says, pushing onto the bed. He’s quick to dip between my thighs, replacing Marek’s tongue with his own. Beside me, Marek kneels with one knee on the bed and the other leg dangling off the edge, keeping his balance tight. I grab his belt loop to tug him closer, making quick work of his button and zipper. The material slides down his legs, springing him free. He grips the base, stroking himself. I sit up enough to replace his hand with mine and lean forward to lick the tip of his dick before plunging forward to take most of his length.
“Not such an angel anymore,” Marek hisses, collecting my hair to take control.
Byron hums with satisfaction, vibrating my clit, sending me shooting forward.
“Fuck this!” Marek growls, pulling himself free from my mouth, and grabbing my arm, he lifts me up to sit on the edge of the bed. “Him or me?” His stare breaks to Byron.
“Both of you,” I say with a boldness that surprises me. Who the fuck do I think I am? I’m not a girl who begs for a threesome.
“That isn’t an option. One, your tight little pussy couldn’t handle us. Two, we never touch each other.” His fingers raise my chin, forcing my eyes to him.
“Is there a three?” I egg them on, finding this whole thing amusing. “And you two never touch each other?”
The thought of them touching each other sets me on fire. My breaths grow heavy, and Marek notices. He licks the corner of his lips, watching my chest rise and fall. My imagination is running wild.
“Only once, and we learned our lesson, baby girl,” Byron chimes in.
I glance over to where he stands, at the bottom of the bed. Marek tips my attention back to him.
“Three, my guess is anal isn’t in your repertoire, and I’ll be damned if I let him dip in while I’m being squeezed by your sweet walls.” Marek leans down, cock in hand, and kisses me. “So, what’s it going to be, me or him, Palmer?”
“You,” I whisper.
“Speak louder, baby, because no girl I’m fucking is going to be shy.”
Chapter Four
Marek
I hold my breath waiting for her to say my name. If she says Byron, there’s no telling what I will do. Burn this mother fucker to the ground with them inside of it, is what comes to mind.
“Marek.” My name coming from her lips is breathy. “You.”
Palmer’s smile is confident. She’s so sure she wants it to be me. What have I done to deserve her trust? I’ll never know. Am I going to ask? Fuck no, because that will only convince her I’m not.
All I care about is slipping between her thighs and watching her squirm underneath me. There’s a sweetness about Palmer she’ll never be able to get rid of. She’s the opposite of Reed, and yet, just as alluring, if not more so.
“You sure about this?” I sway a little bit before turning to Byron’s bedside table and tossing a condom next to her on the bed.
Byron steps towards the door, and a whimper escapes Palmer’s throat.
“Do you want him to stay?” I whisper, cupping her face and kissing her quickly.
“Would you judge me if I said yes?” She bites the corner of her lip, her appreciation dancing between the two of us.
This is nothing new for Byron and me. On more than one occasion, we’ve found ourselves in precarious situations. We never judge, always willing to join in.
“Do you think either of us are in any position to judge you?” Byron says, closing the door and clicking the lock.
“You’re my teacher,” Palmer states the obvious.
“I am.” Byron stalks forward. “Which is reason enough to get the hell out of here, but . . .”
“But?” Palmer’s chest rises and falls.
“I’ve never been one to follow the rules.” He drops to his knees and wraps his arms around her waist, tugging her flush to the mattress edge. His head disappears between her thighs, teasing her and driving her to the brink.
Her eyes never leave me, allowing me to see the pressure build inside of her. She watches me enjoy her teetering.
“Our girl’s wet.” Her flesh muffles Byron’s words. When he lifts his head, she wiggles her hips, inviting him back.
I grit my teeth at the way he says our girl, and by the pleased gleam in his eyes, he knows I hate it. He smirks before diving back down to taste her more.
This isn’t our first ride on the threesome train, but it feels like more is at stake with her between the two of us. It won’t be the same as in the past. It can’t be. Palmer Weston isn’t mine. She never will be, if I have a say in it, but I don’t like the idea of Byron laying any sort of claim on her. She’s not mine, but she sure as hell will never be his.
Palmer grips the sheets, her knuckles white from the pressure of holding on for dear life. I reach between her legs, more than happy to steal this from Byron. I flick a finger over her clit, and she’s done for, tumbling down that sweet, dark abyss of her orgasm.
Byron backs away, anger fueling his movements. I ignore him, grabbing Palmer and twisting her to face me. She leans into me as I bend down to rest my mouth against her ear. Her brown hair tickles my face.
“I wouldn’t let him steal that from me, too,” I whisper. “I’ll never let anyone steal them from me. Your pleasure belongs to me and no one else.” My gaze rakes over her body, and I cup her cheeks. She has this wildness to her I could never get bored of. Our kiss grows from slow to ravished in a split second. Her hand reaches between us, gripping lightly around my dick, pumping me until I’m on the edge.
“No, no, no.” I press my palm against her chest, flattening her on the mattress. “The only way I’m coming is inside of you.” I grab the gold foil, rip it with my teeth, and sheath my dick with protection. I’m clean and careful, but you just never fucking know.
I crawl over top of her, positioning myself at her entrance. She watches and waits for me to move.
“Say the word, baby, and this doesn’t have to happen,” I instruct.
Palmer wraps her tiny fingers around the placket of her blouse and slips it down her arms, leaving her in an angelic, white bra that matches her discarded panties. The lace is painted onto her skin, and I brush my finger along the edge. Goose bumps cover her perfect, glowing skin. Her legs wrap around my waist, tugging me flush against her.
“Please don’t hurt me.” She lifts and twists her hips, rubbing her bare cunt against my dick. There’s a double meaning to her plea.