Chapter Thirty Five Begging for Trouble
Chapter Thirty Five
Begging for Trouble
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aint’s tongue finds mine, stealing what little air I have left.
His tongue mixing with mine fiercely while Cairo’s massive hands slide over my ass, squeezing hard.
A broken moan escapes, honest in a way my words could never be.
And Saint swallows it instantly, Cairo’s growl rumbling against my ear, like he’s been waiting all damn night just to hear that noise spill out of me.
Saint breaks the kiss just long enough to catch my bottom lip between his teeth, caramel delights blazing with so much heat I think they might melt faster than me.
“God, I can’t wait to be inside you,” he breathes, his deep voice shaky.
His lips trail down my neck, to my shoulder—each kiss branding fire into my skin.
Cairo fingers hook into my belt loop, sliding my shorts down.“And then,” he murmurs at my ear, his voice thick with control, “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue, while you squirt in my mouth. How does that sound baby girl.”
I nod once. “Please,” I say quietly, confidence threading every word.
They move in unison—Saint devouring me from the front, while Cairo’s hands claim me from behind. I’m pinned between them, pulled tight by their authority, nerves firing as a shiver of pleasure rolls through me, my breath coming on their terms—and the way it weakens me feels dangerously right.
Across the room, King already has Arina pinned against the bed, his mouth crashing into hers, his hands mapping her body like he’s examining his most prized possession. She laughs into his kiss, her fingers tangled in his hair like stopping never even crossed her mind.
Saint catches me looking, and it only fuels him. He closes the distance in one smooth step, fingers curling under my chin, deliberately reclaiming my attention. “Eyes on me,” he murmurs, voice low enough to darken the air between us. “I’m the one you bet on, remember?”
Eyes daring, I do as I’m told. He shoves his finger into my mouth, almost making me choke. I close my lips around his finger, twirling my tongue around it before he slips it out.
Behind me, Cairo lowers himself to his knees, hands steady as he eases my shorts and underwear down, his kisses following the descent of his touch. The thin fabric slipping down my legs until it pools at my ankles.
Spreading my legs open, he shoves his face between my thighs, his soft lips kissing mine, tongue flicking over my clit. The shock of it causes my already weak knees tremble, forced to grab ahold of Saint’s shirt in front of me, a muffled whimper escaping against his chest.
Saint’s eyes stay locked on mine, dark with hunger, as he places my hands at his waist. He slowly peels off his shirt—a silent invitation I can’t turn away from. Even though I think it’s to keep me from looking at Arina and King—and it works.
His chest is carved beautifully, his stairway to heaven tattoos gleaming under the golden light. The clouds stretching across his sculpted chest making me feel like I’m floating with them. The gold chain against his light brown skin shouldn’t look so good, but it does—too good.
Yeah watching king and Arina is like watching porn, but they have nothing on this heaven sent angle standing in front of me—and the one slurping me up like his last meal.
I realize my mouth’s actually open and almost laugh at myself—close it, Jainey, before you start drooling.
Too late.
Drool slides down the side of my mouth landing on Cairo’s fingers that grip my thighs. I squeal when he grip tightens, rubbing my spit along the center of my ass.
Even then, I still can’t help but stare at Saint who’s grinning at me. My hand moves before I can even think about it, pressing flat against the heat of him again, needing the anchor while pleasure surges between my legs.
Cairo’s pace shifts—his mouth sealing around my clit, sucking hard with raw hunger, dragging his tongue in slow, teasing strokes causing my hips to buck helplessly against his tongue.
I tilt my head back, eyes fluttering as the rush hits hard, flooding through me until my knees nearly give out.
It’s too much and not enough all at once—every nerve screaming for more.
Saint holds me upright, my mind half dizzy and undone by them both.
When I glance back up, Saint’s already locked on me.
His lips parted, chest heaving fast, caramel eyes dark and blazing.
Searing into me like he’s only seconds away from losing control, and part of me wants him too.
He dips down, taking my pierced nipple in his mouth, while his hand pinches the other.
I’ve never had two men on me at once—and God, it shows. Every guy before this feels like a boy now. Immature as fuck. Too focused on their own pleasure to realize how much more they could be giving.
They’re not even a fraction of these men.
The thought alone makes my pussy throb, heat rushing under my skin. Saint and Cairo are men—with a capital M. The kind that don’t have to prove anything because their actions speak for itself.
When I first saw them at the club, desire struck a spark I tried to ignore—part intimidation, but mostly pure lust. A huge part of me wanted both of them but I’m too stubborn to be upfront about it.
And now, the spark has turned into a blazing fire, because they just pulled it out of me without asking.
They’re perfect—built, gorgeous as ever, yet overwhelmingly intoxicating in the best way. They don’t have to flex or brag the shit that they have or their abilities. Power radiates from the way they move, the way their hands roam my body like they already know what I need.
And yet, beneath all that intensity, there’s something else—something unguarded.
Rough hands that somehow stay gentle. Mouths that take their time, like they’re memorizing me.
It’s dizzying, the way they balance hunger and care, how they make me feel slutty but not dirty at the same time as making me feel so fucking wanted.
Other men would’ve ruined this moment—too jealous, or too insecure to share me. But they move like this isn’t new to them. Like they already decided they’re willing to share me and they’re more than eager to show me what that feels like.
Having a threesome used to sound like a fight waiting to happen. Guys always want another girl to join in and frankly I’m as jealous as they come. But Saint and Cairo seem to actually prefer me being the only girl—it feels so damn good.
King is shirtless now, his broad chest muscles flexing as his hands roam Arina's body—palming her breasts, gripping her thighs, dragging over her waist like every inch belongs to him.
His mouth crashes against hers, swallowing her moans, and she gives herself to it completely, hair wild, eyes shut, surrender written across her face.
The sight makes my clit throb under Cairo’s tongue, my hips jerking faster against his mouth. If she can let go like that—if she can lose herself completely and take pleasure like it’s her birthright—then why the hell should’t I?
Saint’s growl shivers through me, raw and territorial. “Look at them again, and see what I do.” He drags a hand through my hair, tightening just enough to lift my throat to his mouth. His teeth catch my skin, a sharp warning softened by the slow pull of his lips after—branding the words into me.
Cairo groans against my cunt, the vibration making my body twitch, my breath tearing from my throat.
His tongue circles my clit before plunging lower, fucking me with his tongue—steady, filthy strokes that have my thighs trembling around his head.
His large hands pin me open, his grip bruising, unyielding, daring me to try and close my legs.
Across the room, Arina cries out, loud and raw, King’s hand buried between her thighs as his mouth devours her breast. The sound of her pleasure collides with mine, the air thick with sex and sweat.
Cairo rises, and in unison they both shove down their pants, and my heart races, eager to see their sizes.
Saint peels his pants, revealing black-and-red briefs, his cock so hard it strains up against his chest. I tug at the fabric, desperate to see how pretty his cock is—it has to be with a face like his.
Cairo presses close, his thick cock sliding between my ass cheeks. His firm grip spinning me to face him, scooping me up with ease.
I guess I should’ve placed my bet on him.
My legs wrap around his waist as he lowers me onto him, my pussy stretching around his thick cock, a scream caught in my throat. I never even saw it, but the feel of it alone tells me everything I need to know.
Saint snarls, fisting my hair and yanking my head back, his tongue dragging up my neck to the rim of my ear before a finger pushes into my ass.
Thankfully it isn’t his dick, because in this position I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle both of them.
It’s a weak spot that I’m always too embarrassed to mention.
And I refuse to give them that satisfaction on the first round.
My pussy clenches around Cairo’s cock, the scream tearing out of me as I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting the burn, refusing to let my tears spill.
Saint fists my hair tighter, his mouth dragging along my ear as he growls, “He might have that pussy first, but it’ll always be mine.” I had a feeling Saint would be annoyed that Cairo had me first but at least he’s not taking it out on my ass—literally.
“You fucking love this, don’t you? You like me abusing your tight little pussy huh? Letting us use you however we want. Cairo exhales. “Tell me baby girl, you like me deep inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes…” I pant, broken between heavy breaths, my body bouncing up and down on Cairo’s dick.
Saint’s dark laugh rumbles against my back. “Good. ’Cause we’re not stopping. We’re gonna fuck every hole you have tonight—fill you and make you cum over and over. By the time we’re done with you, you’ll forget the name’s of every guy before us.”