10. Vale #2
“So sensitive,” Havoc murmurs, his voice lower now.
I don’t want him narrating this. I don’t want him touching her. I don’t want him anywhere near this moment. And yet he’s here, and she’s between us, and my body is so tight with need I feel half-mad from it.
I kiss her again before I can think, one hand cupping the back of her neck, the other gripping her hip. She moans into my mouth, naked and shaking and still leaning toward me instead of away.
That’s the only thing keeping me from stopping.
Havoc’s hands slide up the backs of her thighs, and she jerks at the touch.
I swallow the sound she makes, kissing her harder while he spreads her slightly for us, for me, for the terrible sight of how wet she already is.
My cock throbs painfully against my fly as I drag my mouth from hers and press my forehead to hers for one ragged breath.
Havoc’s hands are still on the backs of her thighs, keeping her open, but his grin fades into something more focused now that she’s actually naked between us, trembling, flushed, breathing like she can’t catch enough air.
“She’s going to fall,” he says.
I don’t answer. I bend and slide one arm behind her thighs, the other around her waist, lifting her just enough to wedge her more securely between the wall and my body. Her back presses flat to the concrete. I pin her there with my weight, holding her upright while her legs part around me.
Then Havoc drops to his knees in front of us. “So pretty like this,” he murmurs, dragging both hands slowly up her thighs. “You still with us, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
He glances up at me. “Hear that?”
I hear more than that.
Knox still hasn’t left. He hasn’t said a word since I shoved Havoc off her, but I can hear his breathing from across the room. Slow. Controlled. He’s there. Watching. Choosing not to interfere. The knowledge gets under my skin.
Lena notices it too. Her eyes flick once past us, then back to me, heat and uncertainty tangling in her expression.
“Look at me,” I tell her quietly.
She does.
That’s enough.
I slide my hand down one of her calves and lift her higher, guiding her leg over my shoulder. The angle opens her wider. She gasps, thighs trembling, fingers clawing at my shoulders and then at the wall behind her, needing something to hold on to.
Havoc groans softly at the sight of her. “Fuck.”
I lower my mouth to her first.
One slow pass of my tongue through her folds, tasting her fully, and her whole body jolts. She makes a broken sound and grabs for my hair immediately, like she learned too quickly what I can do to her.
“She likes you greedy,” Havoc says softly.
I ignore him and lick her again, slower this time, pressing my tongue into her, drawing up to her clit and circling it until her breathing turns ragged.
She’s so wet it’s almost obscene. My mouth slides over her easily, every taste of her making the need in me worse instead of better. She writhes where I hold her pinned upright, one leg hooked over my shoulder, the other still spread by Havoc’s hand as he strokes the inside of her thigh.
Then he leans in too.
He kisses the inside of her knee first, almost teasing, his mouth warm against her skin while I keep my tongue on her clit. The combination makes her cry out, hips trying to buck forward even though the wall and my body give her nowhere to go.
“Easy, kitten,” Havoc murmurs against her thigh. He drags his mouth higher, open kisses and little bites along the tender flesh until he reaches the place where my tongue has already made her slick and shaking.
“Move,” he tells me.
I lift my head only enough to let him in.
Havoc licks her with a filthy kind of appreciation, like he’s enjoying the taste as much as her reaction.
His tongue is broader than mine, less precise and somehow more obscene for it, and Lena moans immediately, louder this time, one hand fisting in my hair while the other scrapes helplessly against the wall.
I straighten just enough to kiss her.
She tastes like herself and a little like me.
Her mouth opens instantly, panting into the kiss while Havoc keeps eating her out between her legs.
The sensation overwhelms her fast. I feel it in the way her lips tremble against mine, in the way her body jerks against the wall, in the helpless little sounds she makes every time Havoc drags his tongue over her clit.
“God,” she gasps into my mouth. “Please?—”
Havoc laughs against her pussy, the vibration making her arch hard enough that I have to tighten my hold on her waist to keep her upright.
“Please what?” he asks, lifting his head just enough to speak. His mouth is wet. His eyes are bright and wicked. “Use your words.”
She turns her face toward me like I might save her from him.
I don’t.
Instead I kiss down her throat while Havoc slides two fingers inside her and groans at the way she clenches. “Fuck,” he mutters. “She’s already close.”
I know. Her whole body is telling us. The tightness in her thighs. The shaking. The way she keeps trying to close her legs and can’t because I still have one over my shoulder and Havoc’s hand is holding the other open.
He works his fingers slowly at first, then deeper, curling them with a rhythm that turns her moans into something thinner, more desperate. I lower my mouth to one of her breasts and suck her nipple hard while he licks over her clit again.
She cries out.
Knox breathes in once across the room, and the sound goes through me like a blade. He’s still here. Still listening. Still not moving.
And somehow that only makes this worse.
I lift my head and look at Lena again. She’s too lost in it now to hide anything. Pleasure has stripped her open. She’s flushed all the way down her chest, hair a mess around her face, lips parted as Havoc eats at her like he means to ruin her for anything less.
“Look at me,” I say again.
Her eyes find mine with effort.
“That’s it,” I tell her, and lower my hand to stroke her cheek while Havoc thrusts his fingers deeper. “Stay here.”
Havoc lifts his head just enough to grin at me. “You sound jealous.”
I don’t answer.
He knows I hear Knox. He knows I hate that Knox hears this too.
He goes back down on her harder, tongue flattening against her clit while his fingers work her open, and Lena breaks with a sound that starts low and rises, helpless and beautiful and impossible to ignore.
Her body arches hard against the wall. Her leg tightens over my shoulder. Her pussy clenches around Havoc’s fingers while he keeps licking her through it, drawing every wave out until she’s trembling and gasping and trying to twist away from the force of it.
I hold her there.
Not to force it. To keep her from sliding down the wall in the intensity of it.
Havoc finally eases back, licking his mouth slowly, eyes dark with satisfaction.
“She tastes even better when she’s coming,” he says.
I should stop.
I know I should.
She’s still shaking from her orgasm, still trying to catch her breath, still hanging half against the wall and half against me, and Havoc is looking up at us with that dark, entertained expression that says he thinks he knows exactly how far I’ll go.
He doesn’t.
I barely do.
Lena’s leg is still hooked over my shoulder. My mouth is wet with her. So are Havoc’s fingers. The room smells like her now, warm and slick and impossible to ignore. Knox is still somewhere behind us, silent enough to feel like judgment.
I don’t care. Not enough.
I get one hand under her thigh and the other at her waist and lower her slightly against the wall, removing her leg from my shoulder and wrapping it around my waist instead.
Her breath catches hard at the sudden movement.
She looks at me, dazed, flushed, wrecked from coming, and I see the exact moment she realizes what I’m about to do.
“Vale—”
The sound of my name nearly undoes me.
I fumble my cock free with one hand, barely steady enough for it.
I’m so hard it hurts. The first brush of me against her soaked pussy drags a broken noise out of both of us.
She jerks against the wall, head knocking back lightly against the concrete, and I curse under my breath because she’s everywhere now, heat and slickness and trembling need.
Havoc goes very quiet. I hear him breathe out once, long and low. “Fuck,” he says.
I don’t look at him. I hold Lena’s gaze while I push into her.
Slow at first. Not to be gentle, but because I need to feel it. I need to know exactly how she takes me, exactly how her body opens around me, exactly how much of that tight, wet heat I can stand before I lose every last grip on myself.
She gasps and tenses hard.
I stop.
Her mouth falls open. Her lashes flutter. Her whole body strains around me, not pushing me away, just trying to survive the stretch.
“Look at me,” I tell her.
She does.
“You want this?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I move again. Deeper this time.
The sound she makes is wrecked and helpless and enough to snap the last restraint in me. I bury myself all the way in one hard thrust, and her cry hits the wall and comes back to us, thin and breathless and filthy.
Her legs lock around my waist. Her back presses flat to the concrete.
I start to fuck her.
Hard.
Not frantic. Deliberate. Deep. Each thrust drives her into the wall, making her breasts bounce, making her gasp and moan and cling to me like I’m the only thing keeping her upright.
One hand braces beside her head. The other grips her thigh, holding her leg high over my arm so I can get deeper, so I can feel every shudder of her body when I slam into her.
She’s so tight it borders on pain.
I love it.
I hate that I love it.
“God,” I rasp, mouth at her throat now, teeth scraping her skin as I pound into her. “You feel—fuck—you feel like this was made for me.”
Lena moans my name and arches into me, and that wrecks my rhythm for one second. I thrust harder. Her fingers tangle in my hair, her nails dragging against my scalp, her breaths turning into little broken sounds every time I hit deep enough to make her whole body jump.
Havoc is still there, still watching. I can feel it. And now that he’s found his voice again, he uses it.
“There he is,” he says softly, almost admiring. “Knew you had it in you.”
I drive into her again, harder, and Lena cries out.
Havoc laughs under his breath. “Yeah, that’s right. Let him fuck you. Look at you taking it.”
I should hate that he’s speaking, but it feeds something vicious in me.
Lena’s face is flushed all the way down her chest now. Her lips are parted. Her eyes barely stay open. Every thrust knocks another sound out of her, and she doesn’t seem able to stop any of them. “Vale—please?—”
I don’t even know what she’s asking for.
I give her more anyway.
Her legs wrap tighter around me, ankles locking behind my back now, and the new angle goes even deeper. She sobs out a moan and bites my shoulder to muffle it.
The pain only makes me thrust harder.
Somewhere between Lena’s second broken moan and the wet sound of my body driving into hers, I hear Knox move. The door opens, then shuts again with quiet finality, and the room feels smaller for the silence he leaves behind.
“Jesus Christ,” Havoc mutters.
I finally glance at him. He’s standing, cock in his hand, stroking himself slowly as he watches me fuck her. His grin is gone. His eyes are dark and hungry and fixed on the place where my body meets hers.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he says.
I don’t.
Lena is shaking again already. I can feel it building in her, the way her cunt starts to flutter around me, the way her hips lose rhythm and just chase impact, pleasure, anything.
I drop my hand between us and find her clit, rubbing hard, rough circles over it while I keep fucking her into the wall.
She breaks, crying out and clenching around me so hard I nearly come with her. Her whole body locks, then convulses in my arms, legs crushing my hips, mouth open against my throat as wave after wave hits.
I keep moving.
Slower for one thrust, then hard again.
She mewls, oversensitized, trying to take it, trying to breathe, and I kiss her mouth while I fuck her through it, swallowing every desperate little sound I can.
Havoc groans behind me, hand moving faster now.
Lena is still trembling around me, still sensitive from the orgasm I just fucked out of her, and the way she clings to me only makes it worse.
Her legs are locked around my waist, her back braced against the wall, her mouth open against my throat as every thrust knocks another helpless sound out of her.
I’m done.
I know it.
My rhythm breaks. I slam into her once, twice, and then I bury myself as deep as I can get and hold there, my whole body going rigid as I come inside her.
The orgasm hits hard enough to make my vision blur. I bite down on a groan against her shoulder, hips jerking once, then again, while heat spills into her in pulse after pulse.
Her hands are still in my hair. Her chest rises hard against mine. I stay inside her, breathing like I’ve just outrun something, feeling the way her body holds me there and the wet heat of her around my cock.
Behind me, Havoc groans low and wrecked.
I glance over just enough to see him leaning back against the wall, fist wrapped around himself, stroking hard and fast while he watches us.
His head tips back for a second, jaw clenched, and then he comes over his hand with a rough curse, still looking straight at Lena like he can’t make himself look away.