Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
Sylus
My knuckles throb, swollen from last night’s fight.
I keep flexing them out of habit, but every time I see them red and scabbed, it drags me back to his hands.
The shiner under my left eye aches, too, pulsing with every thud of my headache. I’m chugging my second energy drink, the sickly sweet liquid doing nothing to chase off the gnawing hangover or the worse-than-usual pit in my chest. It’s not just the hangover, though. It’s the memory of fists connecting, my pulse pounding in my ears, that dark rush of anger that felt like freedom and poison all at once.
I punch the buttons on my controller harder than I need to, guiding my character through another round of the shooter game. I tell myself it helps, that the violence on the screen will siphon off the lingering aggression and the numbness that’s weighing me down. But it’s not working. The game doesn’t scratch the itch or drown out the way my hands won’t stop shaking.
My door opens, followed by footsteps behind me, and I know who it is without looking. My shoulders tense. It’s as if he’s been watching me since I stumbled in last night, drunk, bloody, and looking like a loser.
“You going to tell me what happened?”
“No.” My answer is clipped, muttered around the can pressed to my lips.
Oscar doesn’t press, but he doesn’t leave, either. Instead, I hear the sound of something being set down, the rustle of fabric. “Got a minute?”
“Not really,” I shoot back, still focused on the screen.
“I wasn’t asking, kid.”
Finally, I glance over to see what he’s holding. Wooden hoops. I blink, confused. “What the hell is that?”
“Embroidery,” he casually says as if it’s obvious. “Come here.” He sits on the edge of the bed, patting the space next to him.
I laugh, but it’s bitter. “Yeah, I’m not a grandma, Oscar.”
“Who said anything about being a grandma? Sit down.”
“I’m busy,” I snap, gesturing to the screen.
“No, you’re avoiding,” he counters. “Now, get over here.”
I sigh, throwing the controller down harder than I need to. “Fine.”
Dragging myself off the desk chair, I drop onto the bed beside him, arms crossed, while he explains how to thread the needle like I’d care.
“This is ridiculous,” I mutter, staring at the needle like it’s a foreign object.
“Yeah?” He grins, reaching for something on the bed. “What about this?” He holds up a half-finished piece with bold, flowery stitching that reads DON’T BE A DICK.
I snort. “Seriously?”
“Seriously. Figured you’d appreciate the sentiment.”
I shake my head, the corners of my mouth twitching. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe,” he admits, leaning back. “But this? This helps. Keeps your hands busy. Keeps your head straight.” He threads a needle for me, then holds it out. “Here, try it.”
I take it reluctantly, clumsily stabbing the needle through the fabric. It’s harder than it looks, but Oscar doesn’t make fun of me. He simply watches, occasionally offering pointers.
“So,” he starts after a while. “You want to tell me why your knuckles look like that?”
I don’t answer at first, focusing on the thread, but eventually, the words tumble out. “Got into a fight. With some idiots. We were drunk, they started something, and I…” I trail off, shaking my head. “I don’t even know, man. I… went off.”
Oscar nods, not looking at me. “Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent, Sylus.”
“What?”
“It’s a quote,” he explains. “From someone smarter than me. Point is, there are better ways to handle things. Smarter ways.”
I stare at my knuckles, the split skin, and dried blood, and all I can see is his hands. My dad’s. They were always bruised, always cracked, always ready to deal out another blow. I used to hate those hands. Hate the way they’d curl into fists and leave marks that didn’t fade for days. And now?
Now mine look just like his.
The thought makes me want to puke.
“I screwed up.”
“You did,” Oscar agrees, no sugarcoating. “But screwing up doesn’t make you a screw-up. You get to decide what you do next.”
He is giving me a piece of his mind about how I’m acting, but it’s nothing like the barked lectures I used to get at home. He’s not yelling, not calling me a disappointment. He’s just here, telling me I have a choice like I’m still worth something even after screwing up.
I don’t deserve that. Not after walking into a fight like it was sport. Not after coming home drunk and bloody, making him deal with the mess I made of myself.
“You’re not your old man, Sylus.” He nudges my shoulder. “You don’t have to carry that shit around forever.”
I can’t keep doing this.
I can’t be that guy, the one who ruins everything he touches, who takes and takes until there’s nothing left. And I sure as hell don’t want to be anything like my old man.
My throat tightens, but I nod, focusing on the needle. It’s stupid, really, this whole embroidery thing. But as the thread weaves through the fabric, something shifts.
For the first time in months, I don’t feel like hitting someone.
And as I sit there, next to the man who treats me like I’m worth something, I make a decision.
No more drinking.
No more fighting.
I’m going to be better, not for me, but for the person who believes I can be.
I glance down to see a thin line of blood beading on my knuckles. I must’ve grazed it on one of the exposed edges of the drone’s paneling. It’s barely a scratch, but it was enough to spark the memory.
The van is filled with the whir of the gadgets I’ve been tweaking. Levi leans against the wall, half-distracted, scrolling through his phone.
“ Fuck.” I lift my hand to my mouth, licking the blood off without thinking.
“You good?” Levi looks up from his phone. “Should I get a Band-Aid? Or, I don’t know, call an ambulance? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Don’t worry, just a scratch.” I flex my fingers. The cut stings, but it’s nothing compared to the ache in my chest that’ll never quite go away. “I’ll live, Drama Queen.”
Levi clutches his chest like I’ve mortally wounded him. “I was being thoughtful ! But fine, bleed out for all I care. I’ll write a touching eulogy.”
“Oh, please,” I mutter, rolling my eyes as I go back to the drone I’m tinkering with. “You’d spend the whole eulogy talking about yourself.”
“Wrong,” he retorts, straightening. “I’d sing the eulogy. Full musical number. Spotlight, backup dancers, everything. The people need a show, Sylus. Even in your death, I’d honor your commitment to the craft.”
I snort, shaking my head as I reattach a panel. “And people call me insane.”
“Because you are insane,” Levi counters, grinning.
“Talking about insane, where’s your poop machine?”
“Excuse you?” Levi gasps. “Pebble is not a poop machine. But thank you for asking.” I snort. “My angel baby is up in our room having her beauty sleep.”
“Why don’t you join her?” I ask in a blasé tone.
“Want to get rid of me?”
Yes. “No.”
Before he can fire back, the sound of a car pulling up outside catches both our attention. The low rumble of the engine dies, and Levi’s entire face lights up like it’s Christmas morning.
“My man is here,” he exclaims, shoving his phone into his pocket and scrambling for the door.
I lean back on the bench, chuckling as I watch him practically leap out of the van. Ezra and Levi being in love is something I never expected, but damn if it doesn’t make me smile.
Levi’s laughter echoes back toward the van, followed by the low murmur of Ezra’s voice, and the ache in my chest eases a little.
This? This is what we’re fighting for.
Our family. A future. Something worth all the blood, sweat, and chaos we’ve poured into it.
And I’ll be damned if we don’t pull this off.
I jump out of the van, too, and the moment I see her , my grin widens. Levi might be excited about his man showing up, but I’ve got my eyes on my wife .
And damn, does she look good. That blonde wig is an interesting choice, but it works. Not that it matters. She could wear a paper bag, and I’d still want to rip it off her just to get to what’s underneath.
Before I can take a step toward her, though, Ezra blocks my path with one arm still slung possessively around Levi’s hip. His other hand presses firmly against my chest.
“Give me my fucking credit card, Sy,” he commands, his tone sharp but laced with that quiet exasperation he always has when dealing with me.
I blink, feigning innocence. “Why?”
“Because it’s mine . You have your own. And really? Fifty thousand in the last two weeks? What the actual fuck?”
“Preparations are expensive, okay?” I reply, shrugging. “It would’ve been sixty-six K, but I made sure Harrington paid for the van.”
Ezra narrows his eyes as Levi bursts out laughing. Sparkle raises a brow, glancing between us. “What?” she asks, clearly intrigued.
I flash her a grin. “Hey, he can pull his weight. The guy’s doing nothing except sulking around looking pretty, so he can pay for shit.”
Ezra scoffs. “He’s getting evidence, which is objectively a very important part of this.”
“Tomato, tomahto,” I shrug, pulling my wallet from my pocket with an exaggerated sigh. I flip it open, pluck out Ezra’s credit card, and hold it up. “Fine. Here’s your precious card, Captain Buzzkill.”
Ezra snatches it, muttering under his breath about irresponsibility, while I take my chance to step around him. Sparkle is standing there next to Alaric, watching the scene unfold with barely contained amusement, and I waste no time grabbing her throat and pulling her to me.
“Hi, Sparkle baby.” I grin, crashing my lips against hers. She melts into me instantly, her hands clutching at my shoulders as I deepen the kiss, savoring the way she tastes sweet, warm, and like everything I’ve ever wanted.
When I squeeze her throat before letting go of her, she whimpers slightly, and I pour every single reassurance I can muster into the space between our mouths. I finally pull back, but my lips don’t go far, trailing down the curve of her jaw to her neck, where I sink my teeth in. She gasps, and I soothe the sting with a soft kiss, letting my lips linger against her skin as I whisper, “Can you steal the card back for me later?”
She chuckles. “You’re the fucking worst.”
“And you love me for it,” I reply, pulling back to catch the sparkle in her eyes.
Levi pipes up from beside Ezra, his voice dripping with drama. “God, you two are disgusting. It’s like watching a horny soap opera.”
Ezra glares at him. “You literally kiss me like that everywhere. Public, private, doesn’t matter.”
Levi grins wickedly. “It’s called affection, Ezy. Look it up.”
Sparkle laughs against my chest, and I tighten my arms around her, leaning down to kiss her hair, or rather, her wig.
This is it.
Chaos, banter, love.
My kind of family.
My kind of perfect.
Let’s hope it’s still like this after shit goes down.
“Come on, Sparkle.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders, feeling the tension ease out of her as we start toward the mansion. “Let’s get upstairs, and you can tell me all about what you found.”
She reaches out, grabbing Alaric’s hand as we walk.
“Bye, lovebirds,” she teases over her shoulder at Levi and Ezra, who are now fully in their own world. Levi’s poking Ezra’s cheek, and Ezra just shakes his head but doesn’t stop him.
“Try not to spend all night making out,” I call back, smirking.
“Pot, meet kettle,” Levi shoots back, flashing a cheeky grin before Ezra pulls him closer, murmuring something we can’t hear.
We head inside, and I keep my hand on Sparkle’s back as we climb the stairs to my room. The second the door swings open, I catch sight of the chaos. Parts of drones and gadgets scattered across the desk and floor, wires tangled in ways that would make anyone’s brain hurt. Oh, well.
“The key card worked.” Alaric sits down on the edge of the bed, looking thoughtful. “The maintenance room is… a lot. But it’s manageable. The plan will probably be that Nova takes my part with the car, and I’ll handle the Heights.”
“I get to do the car?” Sparkle’s brows lift as she pulls off the wig and lets it fall to the floor. “Really?”
Alaric nods, a faint smile pulling at his lips. “You’re better suited for it. And honestly? I think you’ll enjoy it.”
She lights up, her grin widening. “Oh, I will.”
I raise a brow, leaning against my desk. “You sure you can handle the planks on the roof?”
She shoots me a glare, crossing her arms. “You think I can’t?”
I hold my hands up in mock surrender, biting back a laugh. “I’m sorry I dared to question you, Sparkle. Please don’t hurt me.”
Alaric shakes his head, clearly amused, as he pulls the key card from his pocket and tosses it to me. “Here.”
“Nice.” I catch it effortlessly and place it on the desk next to the one I already made for the Belmont Plaza. “I’ll make copies for everyone. If anything changes last minute, we’ll all have access to everywhere.”
“Good.” Alaric leans back on his hands and shifts his hips. Those pants are way too tight. “I don’t like the idea of any of us being stuck if things go sideways.”
I nod, feeling the weight of that for a second before my grin returns. “Okay, now that we’re all set… Sparkle, did you enjoy my little video earlier?”
“You mean the one you so graciously flashed Ace with too?”
“Did I?” I huff a laugh. “Sorry, bro.”
He shrugs, completely unbothered. “Not the first time I’ve seen your dick, man.”
Nova’s jaw drops. “How?”
I smirk, leaning forward. “Oh, that’s a story.”
“It’s really not. I was with him when he got the tattoo. You know, the star?”
Nova blinks. “Wait… what?”
“Yeah. And I told him I didn’t need to see the end result, but here we are.”
“Ah…” I snicker. “The first time seeing each other’s junk is always special.”
Alaric side-eyes me. “You’re the only dick I’ve seen.”
“I love that I’ve been your first.” I grin wickedly.
I catch Sparkle’s expression faltering, and my grin immediately fades.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” she murmurs, brushing it off. But I’m not buying it.
“Don’t nothing me.” I cross the room, sit next to Alaric on the bed, and tug her into my lap. “Tell me.” I grip her chin, tilting her face up so she has to meet my gaze.
She glances at Alaric, unsure, but he gives her a subtle nod. She takes a deep breath before confessing, “I promised Ace... I promised him he’d get all my firsts. But I didn’t keep that promise. I thought he was gone, and I… I turned into a whore after that.”
“Fuck that.” I crash my lips against hers roughly. It’s not anger at her. It’s the kind that comes from loving someone too much to stand their self-loathing. When I pull back, I press my forehead to hers and murmur against her lips, “Haven’t I told you not to call yourself that?”
It’s a command, but there’s more to it. I need her to believe it.
I kiss her again, softer this time, but I can feel her guilt still lingering between us. I study her, taking her in, and then, because I know her, I push the words that will make her snap out of it.
“Well, Sparkle baby. Have you had all of your firsts claimed?”
“What do you mean?”
I slide my hand down her back, fingers gripping her ass. “Did someone…” I trail off, letting the question hang, watching realization dawn in her wide eyes.
“No.”
“Huh.” My grin turns absolutely wicked as I give her ass a sharp smack. “Seems like we found something Ric can claim as his first.”
Alaric huffs. “Sy, I haven’t had sex for years before… two days ago, and now you want me to take her ass? I have no idea how to make that good for her, and—”
I cut him off. “You guys let me stay and help?”
Sparkle’s gaze flicks between us, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.
Oh, she’s all for it.
Her teeth catch her bottom lip and fuck, the way her eyes shine with trust and need makes my heart clench. But when she turns to Alaric and sees his nervous expression, the heat in hers dampens slightly. “You don’t have to.”
Alaric searches her face, his blue eyes softening, the war within him written across his features. “Do you want to?”
She nods, and something clicks into place. The tension breaks and shatters into a thousand glittering pieces.
“Okay.” Alaric exhales. “If we fuck louder than the voices in my head telling me that this is a bad idea, it could work.”
A slow smile curls my lips. “Oh, we’ll be louder.”
“Fine.” Alaric rolls his eyes at me, “How… how do we do this?”
I put Sparkle on her feet before I stand, too, my gaze fixed on her as I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. “How about,” I drawl. “We start with losing those awful uniforms.”
I’ll keep my sweatpants on, though. There’s no need to make Alaric even more uncomfortable. I want to help, after all.
I’m just here to stretch my girl’s asshole.
Her eyes trail down my chest to my sweatpants, lingering on the ink winding across my skin. The hunger in her gaze makes my pulse quicken, her fingers already opening the buttons on her shirt.
Fuck, I love the way she looks at me.
She shimmies out of her bra, and my mouth goes dry. Her tits are perfect, her nipples already tight. My gaze snaps back to her face, and the smile on her cheeks makes my cock twitch.
I barely register Alaric fumbling with his buttons beside us. Sparkle notices, though, and steps in to help him. Her hands brush his away, and she unbuttons his shirt slowly, kissing each inch of skin she reveals, making him shudder beneath her touch.
“You’re fine,” she whispers to him, her fingers tracing his chest. “You’re safe with us.” When he’s naked, she steps back and peels off her pants and thong in one smooth motion, standing bare in front of us.
Jesus Christ, she’s stunning .
My gaze rakes over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of smooth skin, the way her chest rises and falls with quick, shallow breaths. Her eyes are blazing when she steps up to me and pops onto her tiptoes. Her fingers slip into my hair, tugging at the back of my neck, her request clear, so I bend to meet her, powerless to do anything but.
The moment our lips meet, I’m gone. Her tongue teases along my bottom lip before she deepens the kiss. A low groan escapes me, my hands finding the sweet curve where her back meets her ass, and my thumbs stroke her bare skin.
She hums into my mouth, the sound vibrating straight through me as her hands slide up my stomach, fingertips tracing the ridges of my abs. The light touch sends a shiver down my spine, and my cock throbs, going rock-hard in seconds.
God, she ruins me.
I break the kiss to catch my breath, and she grins up at me, eyes sparkling, then she sinks back down onto her heels.
“Fucking tease,” I mutter.
She laughs, then turns to Alaric. He’s standing there naked, his cock hard and his face a mixture of need and uncertainty. Sparkle closes the space between them, presses her body against his, and captures his lips in a kiss that’s so gentle, I can almost taste it.
When they break apart, his eyes are still wide, but there’s something steadier there now. Something that looks a lot like trust.
“All right,” I murmur, reaching for Sparkle and guiding her to lie on the bed. “Let’s get this party started.”
I climb on too, leaning over her and brushing my nose against hers. “We’re going to take this slow. There shouldn’t be any pain, but if there is, you tell me, and we stop. Got it?”
She swallows, then nods. “Okay.”
Her chin lifts in silent invitation, and I meet her mouth with a kiss. I savor her, letting every brush of our lips pull me deeper under her spell while I stroke up and down her body.
My kisses trail downward, over the curve of her neck, the swell of her perfect tits, my lips lingering to tease her nipples until she whimpers. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging. I grin against her skin and continue my path, tracing her navel, then pause at the Ace of Hearts tattoo on her hip.
I freeze, realization dawning. Ace… Ace of Hearts.
“Holy shit…” I chuckle, the pieces clicking together. I glance over my shoulder at Alaric, who’s been watching silently. “Bro, you’re such a fucking cockblock.”
Alaric lifts an eyebrow. “What?”
I snort, opening my bedside drawer to pull out the bottle of lube I have there. “Never mind.”
Without missing a beat, I slide down the bed and hook my arms under Sparkle’s thighs, pulling her to the edge until she yelps. Her laughter turns to a gasp as I press my mouth to her clit, giving it a slow, deliberate suck that makes her arch and whimper. Her hand shoots out, fingers grasping for Alaric.
He steps forward, taking her hand and kissing her palm, his lips lingering there until she relaxes under my touch.
I flip the cap of the lube open, slicking my fingers. With one hand, I massage her thigh, my thumb brushing the crease of her hip. My lubed fingers trail teasingly over her puckered hole. She tries to relax, but her breath is shaky.
“Easy, Sparkle.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh. “We’ve got you.”
Alaric’s fingers move to her nipple, rolling it, making her squirm and moan. The sound is pure music, and I can’t get enough. I toy with her, circling her clit with my tongue as my finger glides over her asshole. When I finally slip just the tip inside, she tenses for a moment, then pushes back on me, and I slide deeper.
“Oh my God,” she breathes out, her voice tight with pleasure as she grips the sheets with her free hand.
“You good?” I check, glancing up to see her eyes glazed with heat.
“Yes. More .”
“Such a good girl.” I start to move my finger, easing in and out. “Look at you. Taking my finger so well, getting all wet and needy. You’re making me so fucking hard.”
Her body responds beautifully, softening under my touch after a few moments of praise and gentle stretching.
Good girl. So tight. So fucking sexy for us .
I slide in a second finger, and her breath hitches, but she adjusts quickly, the tension melting into pleasure. “God, yes,” she moans out, her hips rocking toward me, so I lick her some more while Alaric watches her intently, his free hand brushing her hair back from her eyes.
When I add a third finger, she tenses, a shaky sound slipping from her lips. I circle her clit with my tongue, easing her through it. “Almost there, Sparkle. You’re doing so good for me.”
“For us, ” Alaric corrects softly, leaning down to kiss her slightly open lips.
Her body trembles as I slide my fingers deeper, watching them disappear into her, the sight making my cock ache. “You’re so beautiful like this,” I whisper. “Ric’s going to give you everything you need.”
They break apart, and her eyes meet mine, filled with trust and lust. When I finally pull my fingers out, she gasps at the loss, so I lean up and capture her lips in a kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Her hands curl around my neck, holding me close.
I blindly reach for a pillow, and Alaric hands one over, his eyes and whole body tense when I break the kiss and shoot him a grateful smile as I position it under Sparkle’s ass.
Standing, I grab my shirt from the floor and wipe my hands on it before I throw it in a corner. “Your turn, Ric.”
We switch places, and Alaric steps between her legs while I sit by her head, and she tilts her face up, eyes seeking mine.
“Ready, Sparkle?”
She nods, a smile playing on her lips. “Yes.”
Alaric leans over her, his hands cradling her face like she’s the most precious thing he’s ever touched. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Fuck.
She’s able to say it to him?
I should be jealous, but all I feel is joy. If she managed to say it to him, she will tell me soon. Because even if she never voiced it directly, I know she does.
Alaric straightens, his focus dropping to his cock as he coats himself with lube, letting a generous amount drip onto her ass for good measure, then hesitates again.
“You remember how to fuck, right? Or do you need some help with that as well?” I tease, trying to get him out of his head.
“Fuck you, Sy,” he mutters, before his gaze finds Sparkle’s. “Tell me if it hurts.”
She nods. “Take your first, Ace.”
He huffs a laugh, and after another deep breath, he guides the head of his cock to her, pressing against her puckered hole.
The crown slips in with minimal resistance, thanks to my prepping, but the stretch still makes both of them gasp. Alaric’s face scrunches up, a tremor running through him as he holds there, his hands gripping her hips for dear life. Sparkle clutches my hand tightly, her nails digging in, but her eyes are glazed, her lips parted on a moan as she nods rapidly.
“Go on, Ric,” I coax. “You’re doing great. And she’s loving it. Aren’t you, baby?”
“Y-yes.”
Alaric lets out a shaky exhale and begins to ease himself deeper. Every inch he slides in feels like an eternity, but Sparkle’s face twists with pleasure, her body arching to meet him. When he’s finally balls deep, his body erupts into goose bumps.
“Jesus, ” Alaric rasps while she trembles beneath him, impaled on his cock.
“I’m good,” she assures him before he can ask, then her eyes flutter shut. “Really good. Fuck my ass, Ace.”
Fuck.
I have to squeeze my cock through my sweatpants, the pressure barely holding me together as I watch them. The sight is enough to wreck me. The thought of filling her ass myself makes my head spin.
She moans as Alaric pulls back and thrusts in again slowly, the drag of his cock making her shiver. The sounds they make together—her breathless whimpers and his low groans—are pure sin.
“God, I love seeing you get fucked,” I growl out, the words spilling out without thought.
They both moan, and Alaric’s hips start thrusting harder.
“Ace,” she chokes out, her voice a plea.
I stroke her hair, my fingers gliding through the silky strands. “What does it feel like, baby?”
“Fucking amazing,” she gasps as Alaric’s thrusts grow sharper, more desperate. Her pussy is glistening, and her wetness drips onto Ric’s shaft.
I capture her mouth in a kiss, my left hand sliding between her thighs to tease her clit. She moans into my mouth, her body a trembling mess between us.
When I finally let her come up for air, she’s panting hard.
“Goddamn, you’re dripping, Sparkle,” I growl out. “You’re so fucking full, and you still want more. Ric, stroke her clit.”
Alaric’s hand replaces mine, and I pull back, shifting to sit behind her, guiding her head to rest on my thigh. The position is perfect—her body sprawled between us, her eyes fluttering as she drowns in sensation, giving me the perfect angle to roll her nipples and knead her breasts, making her cry out and her body arch beautifully.
“Slide your fingers inside her pussy while you fuck her ass,” I tell Alaric.
His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn’t hesitate, easing two fingers into her pussy, and Sparkle’s entire body jerks. A strangled, beautiful sound tears from her throat.
“You like that, baby?” I pinch her nipples lightly. “You want more?”
“Yes.”
“One day soon, I’ll be taking your ass while Alaric fucks your cunt. Both of us filling you, stretching you until there’s nothing left to take.”
Alaric’s breath stutters, his hips snapping forward harder as he holds one of her thighs up, giving him a better angle. “Fuck, Sy,” he rasps. “Don’t say shit like that unless you want me to come right-fucking-now.”
She moans and twists slightly in my lap, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my sweatpants, tugging them down to free my aching cock. Then she takes me into her mouth.
Goddammit.
My head tips back, a groan ripping from my chest as her tongue swirls around the head and my grip on her hair tightens. Alaric’s thrusts falter for a second, his eyes locking onto mine over her body, heat and awe flashing between us. “She’s perfect.”
“Yeah,” I pant out. “She fucking is.”
Her moans vibrate around my cock, her body writhing as Alaric’s fingers and thrusts push her higher. My eyes roll back, a groan escaping my chest as she takes me even deeper, the warmth of her mouth damn near making me lose it right there.
Fucking deep-throat queen.
“Fuck, baby,” I hiss, my fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her movements. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
She hums around me, and the vibration shoots through my spine, igniting every nerve. Alaric’s thrusts get rougher, the sound of his hips slapping against her ass filling the room. Her muffled moans around my cock, the desperate rhythm of Alaric’s fucking, the scent of sweat and sex—I’m losing it.
“You’re so fucking tight, Trouble. I’m not going to last.”
I watch the tension in his body, the way his muscles coil like he’s holding on by a thread. Sparkle’s body jerks between us, overwhelmed. She’s close—I can feel it, the way her thighs shake, the way her body clenches.
I pull my cock from her mouth, cupping her face to make her meet my eyes. Her pupils are blown wide, her lips swollen. “Need to come, baby?”
“Yes, please.”
“You heard her, bro.” I grin, glancing at Alaric, who’s struggling to keep his rhythm steady as his thumb strokes her clit.
Pinching her nipples between my fingers, I twist them, and a strangled cry rips from her throat, her body arching as she shatters around him.
“F-fuck, Nova!” Alaric groans, his body locking up as he loses control. His head falls back, muscles taut, and he thrusts even deeper, shaking with the force of his release.
The sight of them unraveling almost pushes me over the edge too. I fist my cock, stroking hard, chasing that blinding high. Sparkle’s eyes flutter open, dazed and utterly wrecked, and her hand reaches out, her fingers brushing the tip of my cock.
“Come on my tits.”
A growl tears from my throat, and pleasure slams into me as my release spills over her fingers and tits, my body trembling as I come undone.
Her gaze locks with mine as she drags a finger through the mess on her chest, circling her nipple with a teasing smirk. My hand shoots out to grip her throat. “Fuck, you’re something else.”
She giggles as I let her go, turning her attention back to Alaric, who’s still panting, his chest heaving. He’s still buried inside her, and his body trembles as he finally pulls out. The movement draws a gasp from Sparkle’s lips, which he quickly captures with a kiss.
Their kiss deepens, then turns tender as Alaric murmurs against her mouth, “That was everything. You’re so much trouble.”
Sparkle giggles again, making Alaric pull back with a curious smile. “What?”
“You’re covered in Sylus’s cum.”
Alaric glances down at the streaks across his chest, his expression shifting to exasperation. “Of course. Why the hell not.” I laugh hard, almost doubling over, until Alaric grabs a pillow and chucks it at my head.
“You fucking jackass.”
“Hey, I didn’t come on your chest.” I shrug, making him only glare even more at me. “Go ahead, you guys can use the shower in my en suite.”
“Thanks,” he says tersely before he gathers Sparkle into his arms in a bridal carry, standing while she puts her arms around his neck, nestling her head in the crook of it.
I consider giving them some space after their first together, but Alaric stops at the en-suite door and looks back over his shoulder. “You coming, dickhead?”
I pause, tucking myself back into my sweatpants. “You want me to?”
He huffs a laugh, glancing down at the mess on his chest. “Can’t get any more bromantic than this, can it?”
“Fair enough.”
Following them into the en suite, I grin.
God, life’s fucking good.