Titan’s hand in my hair jerks my head to the side at an odd angle, and then his mouth is on mine. His lips devouring mine, swallowing my moans as Bones fucks my pussy with his tongue.
My head swims, my eyes fall shut, and my body heats once again. Every muscle tightens, and just as Titan pulls away, I scream out in pleasure into the bathroom from Bones on his knees with his head between my legs.
My legs buckle, and I go to crash to the floor, but Titan catches me. He slides an arm under my shaking knees and my back, cradling me to his chest. “Please,” I beg even though my mind says stop. I can’t take anymore.
“You want more, baby?” he asks.
My eyes begin to sting with embarrassment, but this may be my only chance to get what I’ve always wanted.
“Please.” My hands fist his shirt, and I bury my head into it. Then I feel us moving. A door is shoved open, and then I’m placed on my feet. I sway a little bit. I open my eyes to the dark room. We’re in the massage room, right off the bathroom. I remember walking in on Grave when he was in here with that blonde.
The walls are painted a dark gray, to help reduce lighting and there’s a large massage table in the middle, and a basket sits by the far wall with lotions and oils in it. A set of towels folded neatly next to it.
Titan gets my attention as he rips his shirt off and then he’s shoving his jeans down his muscular legs. He stands before me completely naked. Black and blue ink cover every inch of his arms, chest, and neck. His stomach is a sculptured perfection that shows off his six-pack. I like how he has a tattoo on his side, but that’s it as far as stomach. He’s got a black skull on his right pec that has a tilted crown on top of it with crossbones underneath. It’s what all the Kings have.
I turn to see Bones standing behind me. His blue eyes drop to my pussy, and he licks his wet lips. My shaking thighs are still wet from his head being between them. He’s still dressed in his button-down and slacks. I walk over to him, and his eyes meet mine. They give away nothing, but I can see he wants this too when my eyes drop to his slacks. He’s as hard as I am wet. I reach out and undo them. He stands completely still as I push them down, freeing his hard cock. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. My hand wraps around the base of it, and his body lightly jerks. My mouth begins to water when I feel the cold metal underneath—I count five piercings when my fingers run up his shaft. He never had those before. I want to taste him. Feel him. It’s been so long since we …
My body breaks out in goose bumps when I feel Titan come up behind me. His hand pulls my hair back and off my shoulders. He leans his lips down to my ear. “Wanna taste him like he did you?”
I bite my bottom lip nervously. I want to. God, how I want to. But what will Titan think of me?
He must sense my unease ’cause he speaks again. “Go ahead, baby. Let me watch him fuck your mouth.”
TITAN
She stands before me, practically panting as she stares down at Bones’s cock longingly. I look up at him, and his eyes are on her.
He’s as fucking hard as I am.
Emilee York has this effect on men. To see her want us as much as we do her makes me smile.
“Get on your knees, Em,” I order her when she just stands there. I know she wants it. She’s just nervous. Possibly ashamed. But there’s no reason to be. Any of us could have walked out of this room at any time. Yet here we still are.
She takes in a deep breath and falls to her knees. I reach down and wrap her long hair around my fist, and I gently pull her head back, so she has to look up at him. He wraps his hand around the base of his hard cock and strokes it a couple of times. She watches the motion, licking her lips. Then he guides it into her open and willing mouth.
My own dick throbs, standing to attention at the back of her head as she takes his.
He pushes his hips forward, and she goes to pull back, but my hand in her hair holds her in place, forcing her to take however he wants to give it to her. He goes slow at first—gentle—which surprises me. Nothing about Bones is ever gentle. But maybe he’s feeling her out—giving her a chance to tell him no. To shove him back.