The subtle tang of Van’s essence teased his taste buds. The breathy sounds of Van’s groans fueled his need for more.
“Fuck, I haven’t forgotten your mouth,” Van rasped. “Martin doesn’t know what he’s missing.” He slid his thumb across Ricky’s bottom lip. “Don’t give up on him.”
It was a lost cause. If he pushed Martin much harder, he risked ruining their friendship.
Van circled the table, stopped behind Ricky, and helped Amber into a sitting position.
“So fucking wet, baby.” A groan rumbled in Van’s chest as he thrust a hand between her legs, fingering her until the squelching sounds of her arousal hit the air. “Jesus, you make me so damn hard. Sit just like that. Don’t move.”
Van turned his attention to Ricky, divesting him of his shoes, jeans, and everything he wore from the waist down.
A few hard kicks shoved his feet apart, and he didn’t fight it. Didn’t cower or lose his shit as the sound of Van’s leather belt whistled through the air.
The first strike against his ass stopped his heart. He didn’t find his breath before the next fiery smack landed on the back of his thigh.
“Fuuuuuck!” He’d forgotten how goddamn hard Van hit.
The son of a bitch didn’t hold back, didn’t pause for breaks, didn’t give a millimeter of mercy. He wailed and whipped and annihilated Ricky’s backside until everything burned—his skin, muscle, bone, organs.
With his legs spread so wide and his junk hanging unprotected between his thighs, Van made sure that leather strap caught the back of his ball sac as often as possible. It was torture by fire.
Ricky could release his elbows at any time and put an end to the ungodly pain. Maybe Van would break his promise and keep going until Ricky lay broken and bleeding.
But Amber trusted Van. Camila trusted him, and deep down, Ricky did, too. He wouldn’t have come here if he thought he would be powerless.
That was the appeal, wasn’t it? To be with Van on an equal playing field? It was something he’d never experienced beneath Van’s whip.
But it hurt. Holy fuck, it took everything he had to keep his hands fastened to his elbows and his legs spread, exposing his tender balls.
Just when he thought he wouldn’t survive another strike, Van dropped the belt. Clothing rustled, and Van’s shirt fell to the ground.
Then the rock-hard terrain of Van’s abs lowered against Ricky’s arms, where they folded at his back. He wished he were shirtless, too, so he could feel the damp warmth of Van’s skin.
Sultry breath visited his ear, followed by the press of Van’s erection against the back of his balls, flesh on flesh, heat on heat.
He felt the power in the body mashed against his, the strength of muscle flexing around him. Blood scorched through his veins, a fire Van smoldered hotter and thicker with each drive of his hips.
To accept the touch of a man, appreciate the sound of a deep masculine groan, and long for a presence bigger and more rugged than himself… Ricky hadn’t known he coveted these things until Van had shoved his face in it.
Exhibitionism was another turn on, thanks to Van. As much as he despised what had been done to him in that attic, there had been tantalizing moments amid the misery. Moments that had involved Liv.
She hadn’t participated in the sodomy, but Van often made her watch. Her presence had changed the dynamics somehow. Made Ricky feel less alone.
He’d started to crave her eyes on him, became addicted to an outsider’s attention.
Eight years later, he still hungered for the rare hookup with another couple, when one of them watched for a while before joining in.
Like now.
He angled his neck to steal a view of Amber.
She sat stiffly beside his hips, her gaze fixed on Van’s cock and her hand thrusting between her spread legs. Lips parted, she breathed heavily, noisily, breathtakingly stunning in her flushed state of lust.
Leave it to Van to marry the hottest woman in Texas.
What would it be like to spend a night in their bed, naked and grinding between them?
The greedy parts of him ached for a pair of lovers. Wanted them to hold him, kiss him fiercely, fuck him hard, and love him deeply. Rough and sweaty. Raw and honest.
To bask in the unapologetic passion of a man like Van, to experience the possessive love of a woman like Amber… That would be something worth fighting for.
“She’s every man’s fantasy.” Van reached under Ricky’s hips and gripped his engorged cock, causing his breath to strangle. “But if you don’t take your fucking eyes off her, I’ll remove them from your face.”
Van squeezed his dick so ruthlessly a roar tore from his throat. It felt as though his manhood—balls and all—was being ripped from his body.
“Okay, stop!” His fingers started to slip from his elbows. He adjusted his grip and turned his face into the table. “Not looking. My eyes are closed. Please, just stop!”