Chapter 81
The nurses were very strict. No vigorous activities. I can already tell holding him to that will be difficult. It’s a good thing that I’ve gotten very good at controlling things recently.
I take my time crawling onto the bed, enjoying the slow, satisfied smile that spreads onto Sterling’s face. He reaches for me with both hands, but it pulls on his stitches, stretching the skin and muscle across his gorgeous chest as he lifts his hands.
I stop, rising onto my knees. “Uh-uh, you’re meant to be resting your shoulder.”
His hand hovers midair before continuing its journey. So goddamn stubborn. He traces a gentle line over my thigh, sending sparks along my skin. Sexy and stubborn. Fine. If he can’t play by the rules, I’ll have to help him out.
I’ve had time to practice, during our vigil in the hospital, focusing my concentration, seeing how often I could loosen the laces of Lucky’s sneakers before he noticed. Undo the clasp of his chain. Keep his elbow from slipping off the arm of his chair when he inevitably fell asleep.
I don’t even have to look away from Sterling’s gaze as I do it, pressing his hands to the mattress at his sides with my mind, getting a front-row seat as hunger darkens the deep blue.
“That’s better,” I whisper, leaning up to kiss him.
It’s one thing to see him in this bed, petulant and bored after days of rest, and another to feel him alive under me, mouth eager and seeking, the reassuring gusts of breath that prove he’s here, he’s real. He made it.
The moment in the stairwell is burned behind my eyes, stained on my memory like an afterimage. Sterling, slumped on the floor, blood—so much blood—his body as limp as a rag doll while I was frozen in horror at what I’d done.
I was so close to losing him forever.
He must know this. Even without the use of his hands, he’s reassuring, pressing up into me, seeking with lips and teeth and tongue. The heat of his mouth is addictive, and I lose myself to it, to him, painting over the memory in broad, hard strokes.
Lucky comes up behind me, skirting his hands up my sides and back.
I moan into Sterling’s mouth, reminded of my goal.
Sterling tries to chase me as I pull back, but my hold is firm, and I slide off his lap as Lachlan takes my place.
He’s gloriously naked, crawling up the bed while pushing Sterling’s shirt up to his armpits, kissing and biting his way along the exposed skin.
“Fuck.” The soft curse is paired with Sterling clenching the sheet in his fingers, the only movement I’m allowing.
“I like you like this,” Lucky says, playfully biting Sterling’s hip.
I trace Sterling’s lips, slipping two fingers into the waiting heat of his mouth.
Lucky groans and, in a swift move, pulls Sterling’s pants off, leaving his bottom half naked, his cock hardening against his thigh.
Sterling twists his head toward me, swirling his tongue over and around my fingers.
“He wants your mouth,” I tell Lucky, reading Sterling’s thoughts.
“He does, does he?”
Sterling groans around my fingers, a slew of obscene images flowing from his mind to mine. Fuck, that’s hot.
Lucky kisses the base of Sterling’s cock, which twitches in interest, no doubt trying to get closer to where it wants to be, but Lucky pulls back in favor of rolling a condom down Sterling’s hard length.
“I’ve got a much better idea.”
I pull my fingers free of Sterling’s mouth while he tries to buck up into Lucky’s hand. Stripping what’s left of my clothes, I use my soaked fingers to circle my clit. Sterling’s head turns, and he can’t seem to decide where to hold his attention. That’s okay; we can solve that for him.
“Don’t worry; we’re going to take care of you.”
I circle my clit while Lucky reaches behind himself, sinking what has to be more than a single finger in by the way he moans and throws his head back. The tendons in his neck stretch, and the sound of him pumping his fingers in and out of his ass is only making me wetter.
“Fuck,” Sterling says again, and I sense the strain against my hold of his chest and arms. It’s not enough to break free, not even close, and it’s obvious how much he likes that.
Christ, I can’t wait to find new ways to use this power in the future. Putting a plug in Lucky before a show and manipulating it while he’s onstage, edging Sterling under the table hands-free … so many possibilities.
Sooner than expected, Lucky decides he’s ready, pulling his fingers back to coat everything in more lube before slowly lowering himself onto Sterling’s cock.
“Fuck, you feel good.”
“You too.”
I can’t wait any longer; the sight of Sterling filling Lucky up leaves me empty, and I buck against my palm as I finger myself.
“Fuck, Mia, you smell incredible.”
“Let me taste you,” Sterling growls as Lucky starts to ride him.
“Please.”
His wish is my command. Carefully, I straddle his face, intending to take this slow, but Sterling has no such plan and uses what little leverage he has to immediately lick from my pussy to my clit.
“Ahh.” I fold forward, catching myself on his waist. “Yes, that’s it. Right there.”
Lucky starts fucking himself harder, grabbing me by the neck and pulling me into a deep, filthy kiss, tasting each sound Sterling pulls out of me while he swirls and spears his tongue into my pussy.
“I want to devour you.”
I can see Sterling’s hips start to flex and rise, and without planning it, I expand my reach, pushing back against them until his body is prone against the covers. All he has left are his mouth, fingers, and toes, and they spasm as he moans loudly and sucks on my clit.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about you like this?
Every time I caught you staring at me, I wanted to fall to my knees and worship this perfect pussy.
You’d get up to leave, and I wanted to walk you out, but I couldn’t because I was too fucking hard under my desk.
I’d get home and fuck my fist, imagining what you’d taste like. ”
Oh my God.
My nails dig into his skin as I come, bucking and writhing against his mouth.
He keeps going, talking and licking and sucking, and doesn’t stop.
“Sterling—ah, yes, fuck. More.”
Lucky grunts. “Fuck, Mac, she’s loving it.”
“That’s it, baby. Ride my face. Give me everything. I’m going to make you come again. Come as many times as you need because you’re mine now. You both are, and I’m always going to make sure this pussy gets everything it deserves.”
Sterling is usually quiet, but his head is a riot of noise right now, and it hits me that I’ve been given an all-access pass to a man who prides himself on his own control.
Control he’s giving over to us now. Fuck.
Adrenaline rushes through me as my thighs flex and tremble. Sterling moans and licks deeper.
Oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes.
“He’s close,” I pant.
Lucky fucks himself harder on Sterling’s cock.
We work in unison, the lines blurred between the three of us, the thread pulling tighter. There is no separating the ties that bind us. We are all, or we are none. What matters to them, what brings them joy or pain or pleasure, comes to me as well.
In this, we seal our commitment.
My second orgasm hits me lightning fast, before I’m ready for it, throwing me off the cliff so hard that my whole body trembles. Sterling doesn’t stop, keeps licking and sucking and tasting every part of it, until I’m sensitive and whimpering.
It sets off a chain—Sterling grunting low and deep, his knuckles turning white as they grip the sheets as he comes, and then Lucky is gone, pulsing and throbbing as his release shoots onto Sterling’s stomach.
The last vestiges of my energy drain out of me as I slide off Sterling to melt into the bed.
I’m no longer holding him down, but he doesn’t seem inclined to move as Lucky makes his way to the bathroom and returns to clean up.
He curls into Sterling’s other side when he’s done, and the room is silent, save for our heavy breaths.
Even Sterling’s mind, so usually full of thoughts and ideas and plans, is quiet.
“There’s only one more thing I want,” he pants.
I lift my head. “Oh?”
“An exclusive.”
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Well. I ... might need to cool off. You go on. I’ll catch up.
Okay, take me to the epilogue now (go to 84)
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