Chapter 13 Gage #2
I settle in behind her and let her get her breathing under control.
Swiping the hair back from her face, I turn her head, slanting my mouth over hers.
Ryder and I quickly find a rhythm moving in and out of her.
She pulls her mouth away from mine, and I’m struck by the look in her eyes.
There’s no fear, no doubt. There’s nothing but lust and love.
“There she is,” I say, running my fingers down her cheek. I’m looking into the eyes of my pretty girl. Not the one who came back here, not the one that asshole thought he broke.
She turns her head, kissing Ryder wildly. “What did he do to you?” he asks when she pulls away, still pumping his hips forward. The drag of those barbells against my cock is driving me nuts; on top of being buried in Les, it’s pushing me to the finish line, fast.
She moans, deep and throaty, “He kissed me.”
“Did it feel good, Il mio sole?” he asks against her neck, sliding a hand under her shirt. His hand is shifting, plucking at her nipples. “Answer me,” he says, hammering his hips forward.
“Fuck,” she moans again, latching onto his arm. “Yes. Fuck. It did.”
Ryder may hate Zane, but he is getting off because Zane turned her on.
“Is that why you woke me up? Sliding that hand all over my cock?” he asks. If he doesn’t shut up, I’m going to blow. Les is rocking between us, making these noises in the back of her throat.
“Did you wake him up to fuck you, Pretty girl?” I ask, sliding my hand between her and Ryder to massage her clit. “Did you miss his cock?”
“Yes. Yes,” she pants out, answering both questions. Her hips buck when I add more pressure to her clit. “Ryder. Gage.”
“Damn it,” Ryder grunts. “That shouldn’t turn me on like that.”
She might be finding relief from us because Zane had her so fucked up when we left that apartment, but she’s all with us right now. Thinking about her fucking Zane is turning me on too; I won’t deny that.
“Come for us, Il mio sole. Come on our cocks,” Ryder grits out. We’re both sawing in and out of her, desperate to bring her the pleasure her body is begging for.
“Harder,” she begs, moving her hips with our thrusts. I peek over her shoulder at Ryder; he’s hesitating too. “Please.”
“Anything for you,” he murmurs against her lips, sliding from between her thighs. “Roll over,” he says, motioning for me to turn.
Still buried deep in her ass, I roll us, so she’s on top, facing him.
Ryder slides his legs between mine, and my eyes latch onto his cock, glistening with her wetness.
Moving my hands to the back of her thighs, I spread her wide for him, my eyes watching his every move.
I watch as he lines himself up and slides back into her pussy.
When he settles against her, he kisses her lips hard.
“How hard do you want it?” he pants out.
“Hard. Please. Take it away,” she begs again. Neither of us has to ask what she means; we know. She wants to forget everything about her time there, and we’re going to deliver.
Ryder braces his hands on either side of my head, pulls back, and slams forward, making Les and I both groan.
“Shit,” I grunt, finding our rhythm again. Her head is tossed back in ecstasy on my shoulder, and I’m left staring into Ryder’s dark, turned-on eyes.
I’ve always known Ryder is sexy. A blind person can see it, but I’ve never been sexually attracted to him.
Until now. Something about his cock rubbing against mine inside of Les and sharing this moment with him makes me see him differently.
We’ve all talked about what would happen if something happened between one of the other guys and us.
Each of us agreed that as long as it’s within this group, it’s fair game.
We’re all committed to each other; we’re allowed to explore.
Right now, I want to explore Ryder’s mouth.
His eyes flash down to my lips, and I know he’s feeling it too, the pull you feel when your mind is begging you to take what you want. “Do it,” he says when he sees me looking at him.
“Oh fuck,” Les moans, catching up to what’s happening. She loves when one of us gives in to the other. It turns her on as much as it does us.
“Do. It.” Ryder says again, moving his mouth closer. He’s hammering into Les so hard that she’s practically scooting up my body. With her hands on his shoulders, she keeps up with our thrusts.
I don’t hesitate. I slant my mouth over his, ramming my tongue into his mouth. We both groan at the contact. It doesn’t take long before he takes over the kiss, sliding his tongue against mine.
Fuck. Why did I wait so long to kiss him?
When I suck his tongue into my mouth, he jerks his mouth away. “Goddamn,” he grunts, picking up the pace.
“I’m going to come,” Les moans, working harder between us.
“Come for us, Pretty girl. Soak our cocks,” I tell her, nipping at her neck. Her fingers tighten on Ryder’s shoulders, her other hand going between her thighs.
She pinches her clit, and she explodes with a scream. “Ryder! Gage!”
“Shit,” Ryder and I grunt at the same time, her release pulling us both right behind her.
Her ass has a death grip on my dick, pulling every bit of come from my balls deep inside her. I hear Ryder groan with his release, and I feel more come pump out of me just from the sound.
We wait until Les’ body settles between us, then Ryder chuckles. “She passed out.”
I look at her; sure enough, she’s gone to the world.
Ryder goes to pull out, ripping a groan from me from his piercings, rubbing against my sensitive cock.
He stills, latching his eyes with mine; he pulls out slower.
“Fuck. Stop,” I groan. I don’t know if I want him to stop, but we can’t risk waking Les. Not yet, anyway.
He chuckles, and it’s a deep, delicious sound indicating he likes it too. “What’s the matter, Gage?”
“Fuck off,” I reply when he finally slides completely out. I gently lift Les, letting myself slip free. We get her settled onto her side beside me; she snuggles deeper into the bed.
Ryder braces his hands beside my head again, looking down at me. “What was that?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. I know he’s talking about whatever that magnetic pull was that was screaming at us to connect on a whole other fucking level.
I see something pass across his face before he slams his lips back against mine. He probably figured the same thing I did: it was just in the heat of the moment. But from how I’m feeling right now, that isn’t the case.
When we finally come up for air, we’re both breathing hard.
“Fuck,” I pant out. “Who knew your punk ass could kiss like that?” I joke.
Ryder bares his teeth at me jokingly, and my cock pays attention, jumping on my stomach.
Ryder would one hundred percent dominate my ass, and I would let him.
Remembering what happened that day that Ryder and Les fought, I fight a grin.
She had her hand around his throat, and this bastard loved it. Maybe we could dominate each other.
“She needs to get cleaned up,” Ryder says, sitting back on his heels, his dick starting to harden. I raise an eyebrow at it. “Not the time, asshole,” he says and slides off the bed.
“So, you’re saying there will be a time?” I ask his retreating back. He flips me off before disappearing into his bathroom.
One way or the other, I’m finally going to touch Ryder’s ass.