Page 87 of Trouble
“You squeezed me so tight I almost came.”
“Red, baby?” Declan asks, soothing the ache with a soft caress over the globe of my ass.
Cade takes a deep, stuttering breath. “Green.”
“Good boy,” he rumbles as he smacks the opposite cheek.
Holy. Shit. My chest tightens, and my body convulses. My orgasmbuilds, making it hard to breathe. Seeking friction, I wiggle on top of the man who’s still impaling me, but with the way he’s tied to the bed and how the man behind me is holding me down, it’s not going to happen.
I whimper. “I need?—”
Declan covers me with his body, sandwiching me between two hard chests, and brings his lips to my ear, whispering, “What I give you. You needonlywhat I give you.”
Yes. Okay. Right. Despite the way I’m flooded with desire, my body knows that it must obey. My nerve endings bleed into one another, and an electric current takes hold of me, keeping me at the ready.
“Yes, sir—” The last word leaves me in a rush as he slaps me again.
“Color?” he rumbles.
“Green.” So fucking green. I’ve never spiraled so out of control.
As he smacks me again, Cade grits, “That’s four.”
I suck in a breath at the knowledge. Two more. I can do this.
This time, when Declan makes contact, it’s with both hands. As both cheeks sting, my orgasm begins to crest like a wave.
“Holy shit. I’m going to?—”
Declan clutches my waist and yanks me off Cade.
Heart stopping, I let out a cry. I try to turn, ready to smack him for depriving me of my release, but he holds me in place.
“You didn’t say yellow,” he practically growls in my ear.
Oh.Oh. Yellow doesn’t mean I can’t handle what we’re doing. It means I’m close to coming. I’m only now understanding the rule, I suppose. And red means stop because I’m going to come.
He’s restricting our orgasms.
Shit. My pussy clenches around nothing, still seeking that release.
Cade is glowering at his cock, probably because he can’t even squeeze it to relieve the pressure. “Please,” he whines, lifting his hips.
“Please what?” Declan’s tone is gruff as he breathes through his teeth.
Cade meets Declan’s eyes, his own so full of need and love and hope that I swear I lose my breath. “Make me come.”
Grasping my hips again, Declan thrusts me onto Cade so fast that I don’t have time to prepare. I’m impaled on his cock, still adjusting tothe full sensation, when Declan works me over him, lifting me like I’m a doll whose purpose is to pleasure the man beneath me. Like he’s a dildo meant to give me mine.
Declan moves me up and down until Cade is hissing out, “Yellow—please—fuck—yellow.” Releasing me, Declan jacks himself. “Ride him, sweetheart. I want you to come all over his cock, then I’ll do the same.”
If there was even a chance I could hold out, it goes up in flames right then and there. I come so hard I almost black out, barely registering the way Cade thickens or the groan he releases. All I know is that one second, I’m impaled on him, and the next, I’m being yanked away again.
Declan drops me onto the bed beside them as he settles a knee on either side of Cade, straddling him. Then Cade thrusts upward while Declan grinds their cocks together and leans down, taking Cade’s mouth roughly. They’re fucking one another, rutting and groaning until Cade cries out that he’s coming.
Declan pulls back, his gaze transfixed on Cade’s pulsing cock, and fists his, jacking himself until he comes in hot waves all over his best friend’s dick.
Euphoric, I stare at the two of them, still panting, knowing that from this moment forward, nothing will ever be the same.