Chapter 18
Aidan
My cock is aching more than my side is, and that’s a good sign, because nothing is going to stop me from nailing Annabelle harder than Ethan did.
I pull her up and sit back, letting her crawl on my lap and slide her wet cunt over my cock.
She’s soft and hot, thighs opening as she sinks down inch by inch.
“Fuck,” I grit out, hands on her hips, guiding her slowly because I want to feel every bit of her taking me. “That’s it, little bell. Sit on it.”
Her mouth falls open. Her head tips back. Ethan’s release is still leaking out of her, making the slide filthy, making it easier for her to take me and harder for me to keep any patience.
Callan moves to her side, gripping her throat again, this time harder, as he kisses her. My eyes stay on where our bodies join. On my cock disappearing into her. She shudders when I fill her.
She settles fully, and I nearly lose it there and then.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “You feel unreal.”
Her hands plant on my chest. She looks down at me with flushed cheeks and those bright blue eyes gone hazy with pleasure.
“Ride me, little bell.”
She does. She rides me fucking hard.
Her hips start slow, rolling over me, using the wet mess between her thighs to grind on every stroke. It’s torture. Deliberate, dragging torture. My wound pulls when I shift, but I don’t give a fuck. Pain can wait its turn.
I palm her arse and force her down harder, holding her in the rhythm I want. She gasps into Callan’s mouth. Her cunt clenches around me, devouring and hot. “That’s it. Take my cock properly.”
She breaks the kiss with a moan and looks down between us, watching herself bounce on me. Jesus. That nearly ends me. Her tits move with every hard drop of her hips. Ethan’s cum shines on my cock where she takes me back in. It is filthy enough to make my head go light.
I haul her down and slam up into her once, hard enough to make her cry out.
Callan’s hand stays at her throat while he watches her face.
Ethan is beside us now, one palm sliding over her back, down her spine, possessive even after getting his dick wet already.
I run my hand up her stomach and close it around one breast, squeezing until another broken sound leaves her.
I want every noise. Every shiver. Every helpless movement that proves she is letting me have this.
It makes me want to ruin her and worship her.
I choose ruin first.
I drive up into her again, harder, spreading her pussy wide with my thumbs so I can see her.
Callan releases her throat and slides his hand into her hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose her neck. He kisses the line of it once, then bites. Not enough to mark deeply. Enough to make her cry out and clench around me.
“That’s it,” I say, voice wrecked. “Do it again.”
Annabelle does. She drops on my cock with a desperate little sound that punches straight through me.
I hold her arse and drive her where I want her, setting a brutal pace she takes without hesitation.
Every slam of her hips sends heat tearing up my spine.
My side burns. I ignore it. I’d ignore a fucking heart attack for this.
Ethan’s hand glides over her back again, then down between us. His thumb finds her clit and presses. Annabelle jolts.
“Oh, God.”
Her cunt tightens so hard around me, I swear. “Fuck, do that again and I’m done.”
Ethan doesn’t stop. He circles her clit with slow, controlled pressure while I fuck up into her harder, taking what he starts and turning it savage.
Annabelle’s head falls back, but Callan keeps his fist in her hair and his mouth at her throat, kissing the place he bit as if he needs to soothe what he just did.
His free hand slides down her body, over her breast, her stomach, lower still, until his fingers find the wet mess where she’s taking me.
Annabelle makes a wrecked sound and rocks harder.
Every flutter of her cunt, every frantic squeeze, every little loss of control she tries to keep as she rides me gets more wrecked by the second. “Come on, little bell. Give it to me.”
Annabelle whimpers and slams harder onto me, chasing the pressure on her clit, Callan’s hand in her hair, my cock punching into her with every brutal rise of my hips. She is everywhere. Hot skin, wet heat and broken sounds, I can’t get enough of.
Callan’s mouth lifts from her throat. “Look at him,” he murmurs.
Her eyes open, dazed and bright, and land on me.
That does it.
“That’s right. You look at me when you come on my cock.”
She gasps. “Aidan.”
“Again,” I say. “Say my name when I make you break.”
Her body jerks. “Aidan!” she screams and soaks my cock as she milks me so hard, I think my cock is going to snap.
“Fuck,” I growl. “Annabelle.”
I buck up into her twice more and come with a savage groan, dragging her down hard against me while the orgasm rips through my body and lights up every nerve I’ve got left. Pain cuts through my side with it. I don’t care. Not even a little bit.
Annabelle shakes in my arms, breathless and ravaged.
“Fuck,” I mutter again, because I haven’t got a better word for what she does to me. I lift her off my still jerking cock and set her next to me. I get to my knees and part her legs. I devour her pussy, sucking the cum out of her before I spit it back inside.
She gasps, her body trembling at my filthy actions, and I fucking love it.
Her fingers clutch at the sheets. Her thighs twitch around my head. I keep her open and lick everything I spilt back out of her cunt, taking my time because she is hypersensitive and I’m a bastard. Her body jumps every time my tongue hits her clit.
“Aidan,” she pants.
I glance up at her. Her face is flushed pink. Her lips are parted. Her chest heaves. “Still got more, little bell?”
“Yes.”
That one word goes straight through me.
I kiss the inside of her thigh and sit back on my heels. My cock is still half hard, my side is throbbing, and I feel better than I have any right to.
I brush my thumb over her swollen clit once, and she jerks. “So responsive.”
Her body answers me again as I drag my thumb over her, slower this time.
“Beautiful,” I say.
Annabelle makes a soft sound, barely a breath, and it hits me somewhere low and permanent.
Her hand finds my forearm, fingers curling in, grip loose but deliberate—not stopping me, just holding on.
I rub my thumb over her again, slow enough to feel every twitch of her cunt beneath it.
Her back arches off the mattress. Her thighs slide further apart, slick skin catching the light, trembling with the effort of staying open.
She is soaked. Ruined. Still tilting her hips toward my hand like she can’t help it.
Callan moves then. He looks like he’s about to either pray or commit a murder.
“Tell me what you want,” he says to her.
She swallows, eyes bright, lips swollen from all of us. “Just you.”
Callan goes very still.
I know him. I know that silence. It is where all his worst shit lives. All the need. All the restraint. All the parts of him he hates showing. Annabelle does not even blink under it. She just looks at him like she means every word.
Sitting back, I relinquish her to him, ready to go again when he’s done.