Chapter 6
SIX
LUCAS
The Christmas tree in the corner of Aspen and Ryder’s bedroom stood straight, surrounded in warm fairy lights, gold and white ornaments, and a skirt around the bottom of the tree. It supported a few wrapped presents, covered in equally matching white and gold accented wrapping paper.
I smiled. Ryder always told me that Aspen loved Christmas more than any other holiday, with her second favorite being Halloween, but it was nice to see it with my own eyes. While I had been invited over for the holidays, I had never seen their tree as they kept it in their bedroom, just for her.
She always bought him presents, too, to which he groaned—saying he had everything he could ever need.
She still did it, though. Even if she didn’t know if he would make it home for Christmas.
Just in case.
I longed for what they had more than anything.
And—after the night ended—if Aspen decided she wanted me and Ryder both, I would kiss her feet and worship her like the angel she genuinely was.
I shoved the thoughts out of my mind, relying on the bravado I had taken control over moments before. Aspen’s decision was a decision for tomorrow, and every day after it.
Tonight, I was going to give her everything I had.
Even if it ruined me in the process.
Ryder’s girl shimmied out of her dress as he laid down on the bed, unbuttoning his uniform and sliding it off of his arms and torso. The bold tattoo on his right arm contrasted starkly against his skin, adding to his dominating appearance. I watched as he rubbed a hand across the slowly-growing facial hair, nervous. Though, the hard length poking out from behind his pants surely indicated his other emotions.
In complete honesty, I had no idea who I wanted to focus on more—him or her.
Sometimes, I was truly far too bisexual to function.
I had seen Ryder naked more times than I could count from our time in service, and I had never thought of anything sexual with him, even in my open sexuality.
Until now.
Fuck, I was a goner.
Aspen blushed when my gaze moved back towards her. I was resting against their bedroom door, fully enjoying the show I was being graced with, though my heart started beating out of my chest as my eyes swept over what she was hiding under that dress. Her slim figure held bright red, mesh lingerie, matching the Santa hat that still rested on her head, with garters connecting at her thighs to her waist. White fishnets clung to her creamy legs, balancing the erotic and bright colors equally.
I smirked as I stared at them. Those weren’t going to last long.
I was going to rip them to shreds to get to her if I had to.
Ryder interrupted my train of thought, patting the bed, right between his legs. His hardened length still rested heavily against his thigh, but he ignored it entirely—instead, staring at Aspen intently. “C’mere, baby girl. Right between my legs. Come lay on my chest. Let me touch you while he takes care of you.”
Like the good girl she was for her boyfriend, she listened and I bit my lip as I watched her ass bounce lightly as she walked.
Note to self , I thought. His girl likes being told what to do.
I could handle that.
I matched Ryder, taking off the top of my uniform and shrugged it down onto the pile where he was laying. We would probably pay for that in the morning, when we had to steam clean and iron the shit out of it so it was pressed and presentable for our next event, but there were much higher priorities at the moment.
Aspen found herself comfortable in between Ryder’s legs, both of them watching me as I stalked closer to them. She already looked like she was overstimulated and I almost pitied the poor girl.
Almost.
Twisting the dog tag around my neck, I moved it to lay against my tattooed back before shimmying down on the bed and laying on my stomach.
Slowly, making sure to make Aspen earn it, I kissed the flesh of her legs softly, only to scrape my teeth against them after. Her skin pebbled with goosebumps as she whimpered. I continued, ever so slowly crawling up her body. As I met the flesh of her inner thighs, I couldn’t help but bite them harder than I had the rest of her, desperate to mark her flesh somehow.
Just like Ryder had marked her neck.
I may be trying to get her swollen and pregnant with my babies, but I would be damned if she didn’t go to sleep that night with some bruises from my own touch.
Her dainty fingers found their way in my short hair, though the white stiletto nails on her fingers didn’t hesitate to scratch against my scalp. My eyes rolled as I finally released the skin of her thigh from my mouth with a sucking pop.
God, being touched felt good. It had been a long time.
She panted. I grinned up at her, locking eyes with Ryder in the process. As she was in between his legs, I technically was, too, and there was no escaping either of their gazes. “What’s wrong, Mamas? Already tapping out on me?”
Ryder moved to play with the strap of her lingerie as she shook her head. “Oh, no. Not my girl. Tell him, baby—tell him how greedy you really are.”
She only whimpered once again as we bullied her. An evil laugh left me as she nuzzled into her boyfriend’s chest but spread her legs even wider for me, staying silent underneath our dominating gazes.
“That’s a good girl,” Ryder said. “Use your words for me though, baby. Tell him how needy you get for a tongue in your pussy.”
I hummed at this information and brought up a singular finger to rub against the bottom lace of her panties. “Oh really? You do feel very wet, Mamas. Do you need something from me?”
She nodded her head, but I only quirked my eyebrow, waiting for her to speak. I looked at Ryder with the same exact look and he picked up the hint quickly. “Oh, baby, he’s not doing anything until you’re a good girl and ask for it.”
“Please,” she begged, tipping her head back in a whine. I rewarded her for the omission by pressing against her flesh harder, finding her clit easily. She moaned desperately as my thumb moved in slow circles, teasing her, and her hips lifted on their own accord. “I want your mouth on me, Lucas. I need something.”
I grinned wickedly. “Oh, I’m sure you do. This pretty little set was hiding under that dress of yours. Were you going to come home and put on a little show for Ryder before bed? Send him some videos?”
The blush that painted her face was bright red and Ryder and I both laughed at her more.
Greedy girl liked being called out, too.
“Let me hear it again. C’mon, Mamas. Tell me how badly you want my tongue buried in this sweet pussy. I bet you taste so fucking good.”
She didn’t hesitate. “Please! Please, I want it. I want you both. Someone, fuck, someone just do something. This was your fucking idea, anyway. Why am I the one being bullied?”
I watched as Ryder chuckled. “Because we own this pretty little body now.”
Her eyes drifted close as Ryder began to rub her arm comfortingly, yet also began to suck on her neck, leaving even more marks against her overstimulated flesh.
Deciding to take some pity on the poor girl—this time, at least—I moved her lace panties to the side and my brain filled itself with static at the sight of her. I was unbelievably thankful that I was laying down on the bed, because the sight of her pretty pussy, wet and needy for the both of us, would have been enough to make my knees buckle.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I groaned.
Ryder laughed. “Isn’t it? I always tell her that but she just hides from me.”
Aspen blushed and her legs tried to close—indeed hiding from the influx of compliments coming her way.
She was a contradiction who loved praises more than anything, and yet hid at even the slightest compliment.
She didn’t get far, though, as one of my big palms shifted her slightly, easily maneuvering her to where I needed her. I brought her pelvis closer to me and forced one of her legs up in the air. She gasped as I slapped the back of her right thigh before forcing it still, nearly dangling above my shoulder. Her other leg lay spread.
I blew on her clit as my brown eyes locked on her hazel ones. A breath shot out of her from the action.
“Why do you call me that?” she asked, breathlessly.
I tilted my head to the side, still holding her, confused.
She continued, “‘Mamas’. Why do you call me that? You never have before.”
My smile was wicked as I met her gaze, looked at Ryder, and then looked back at her. “Well, that is what I’m about to turn you into, aren’t I?”
Her mouth parted from the answer, though I didn’t give her time to respond. I leaned forward and drug my tongue through her slit, savoring her wetness on my tongue. My eyes rolled into the back of my head from the taste of her.
Fucking divine.
Immediately, her other leg attempted to close from the feeling, but this time, it was Ryder who held it still, forcing her to be spread open for me with one of his hands. Her breaths came out as shuddered needs, and I watched as she threw her head back on Ryder’s chest, moaning for me.
Ryder goaded her more. “Yeah, baby? You like another man’s tongue in your pussy?”
She nodded furiously. “It feels really good.”
“Good fucking girl. Look at how well you’re doing for him. She tastes good, doesn’t she, man?”
I locked eyes with him as I moaned, refusing to take my mouth off her just yet. I wanted to devour this girl. And more than that, I knew my size would be a lot for her to handle and I wanted to make sure she was more than ready for me.
She should have considered herself lucky that I truly did want to properly breed her pussy, at least twice, or else I would have had Ryder tie her up and the both of us take turns.
Another night. We’d both worship this girl together.
Ryder bit his lip. “Look at that, baby. So obsessed he doesn’t even wanna talk. You always do so well, you know that?”
The blush on her cheeks started traveling down her body and I hummed at the sight of it. She didn’t know why she loved this as much as she did, but I would be more than happy to teach her. To command her every movement.
She just needed a little push.
“Lucas,” she started, still panting. “Fuck, don’t stop. You’re already making me close.”
I groaned.
Oh, how she truly was a greedy little thing.
Moving my mouth to her clit, I began sucking on it, eager to push her over the edge.
I felt drunk on the taste of her. I was desperate to get her to cross the finish line. Though, even as her legs began to shake, she still held back.
I looked at Ryder. He watched me hungrily in return.
He liked watching his girl get ruined.
He liked watching me, too.
Taking the cue from my stare, he moved his other hand from her shoulder and grabbed the base of her jawline, squeezing her in a light chokehold once more. She moaned loudly, eyes squeezing shut. He tsked at her under his breath and I chuckled around her clit, making her moan again. “Look at him, baby. Look at what my best friend is doing to you. C’mon, be a good girl. You said you wanted this, didn’t you?”
She nodded her head and slowly looked down at me. She didn’t really have much of a choice, as Ryder controlled her jaw and air supply, but at least she opened her eyes for me.
Our eyes locked, and the expression in them had me thankful I didn’t just finish on the bed sheets.
She was close. And I needed it more than I needed to breathe.
“Fuckkkk,” she moaned, keeping her eyes on me. Her hips began to shift, moving lightly. First up, then down. Gyrating on my tongue.
“Just a little more, man,” Ryder said, his own breath heavy. “Make her come in your mouth. She tastes even better when she finishes.”
I groaned. Fuck, I wanted it.
Moving my other hand away from the bed, I placed it on her lower abdomen again and pressed down. Aspen moaned louder than before from the pressure and additional touch.
I was absolutely no saint in the bedroom, and I knew exactly how to make girls shake and buckle at the knees. It came with age, experience, and traveling. And one thing I had learned—they loved pressure right there, forcing them to cross the finish line.
“Ohhhh, that’s it, baby,” Ryder breathed. “You gonna come in his mouth? You want to come so bad for him, don’t you?”
“Yes! Yes, Lucas. Fuck, I do,” she cried out desperately.
“Call him Daddy, baby,” Ryder added.
My own eyes rolled at the term.
Fuck, I needed her to come or else I was going to soon.
She didn’t hesitate. “Daddy! Yes, please. Please, make me cum! I’m so fucking close. It feels so good.”
Applying more pressure on her stomach and sucking her clit harder, I watched as she tried to whip her head back, finally falling off the edge, but Ryder squeezed tighter on her throat and forced her still. Keeping her right in place for me.
It didn’t matter, though. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her clit pulsed like a heartbeat in my mouth and her legs shook vividly as she came apart at the seams.
Moans after moans poured from her mouth as she finished her orgasm, and finally, I released her swollen clit from my mouth. My licks turned languid against her as I gave her a slight reprieve, tasting her cum on my tongue.
He was right. She tasted amazing.
Moments passed and her body went limp against Ryder, panting from the swarms of her orgasm.
“Good girl, Mamas,” I muttered against her, moving to kiss her clit.
She turned towards Ryder. “Am I allowed to kiss him? Again?”
He laughed, pleased. “Yeah, baby. I know you like the taste of yourself. Go on.”
She leaned up from her boyfriend’s chest, though I didn’t give her a second to find me. I was on top of her before she could blink, shoving my tongue in her mouth, forcing her to taste just how good she was. She moaned as she matched every movement I made. Ryder had released her throat as he watched us make out, right on top of him, enjoying the private show.
Aspen broke our kiss first. “Do you want me to get you off? I like doing it. I can,” she all but pleaded.
I didn’t even look at Ryder as I said, “Uh-uh. I’m putting my seed in your womb, greedy girl. Right here, just like this. You stay exactly where you are.”