“Amen to that.”
After rolling on the condom, he gave her thigh a quick smack. “Move up the bed and put your legs over my shoulders, George. I want to hear you come again.”
She did as she was told and draped her knees over his shoulders. Thank God for yoga. But she wasn’t sure she could come again so soon. “I don’t think I—”
But before she could finish the sentence, he was pushing into her and making her eat her words. He wasn’t as thick as Colby but he was long and curved in a way that let her feel every inch as he entered her. Her sensitive tissues gripped him and tightened with desperate need.
He released a long breath when he seated deep, his hold on her thighs tightening. “Why the fuck did I promise not to come? You feel amazing.”
“Tread carefully. He’ll punish you. I don’t think I’m supposed to come again either.”
He pulled back and thrust deep again, tension tightening his features. “Whatever it is would probably be worth it.”
His motions gained momentum, and she could tell he was getting lost to the moment. Unfortunately, she was, too. Just seeing him above her, all blond hair and bad boy, was almost enough to send her over. “I can take it if you can.”
“Thank God,” he said, draping himself over her and reaching between them to rub her clit as he pumped into her with more force. “This is worth suffering some torture.”
Her eyelids fluttered shut, her resistance faltering, and she gave herself over to the moment. Colby had known they wouldn’t keep their word. She’d studied Colby long enough to know that he was an attentive lover but also an unrepentant sadist. Punishing them would get him off. And right now, she was happy to provide him the opportunity. Because the guy she’d worried was too young and inexperienced for her was currently rocking her goddamn world.
Keats’s thrusts turned earnest and rough, knocking the headboard against the wall with a steady rhythm. His hair tickled her face with each movement, the sensation a simple but intensely erotic one. And when he came, he didn’t even try to be quiet. The sounds, the feel of his hair on her, and his fingers against her clit sent her over the edge with him. She reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and held on, taking everything he gave her.
When he’d finished, he eased her down to the bed and lay atop her, sweaty naked skin fusing together. He pressed his face
into the curve of her neck. “So worth it.”
“You might want to withhold judgment on that one for a while, Adam,” a deep voice said from behind them.
They both startled, and Georgia turned her head to find Colby leaning against the doorjamb with crossed arms. “You’re four minutes late. And you broke the rules.”
Georgia’s throat went tight but she managed a feeble, “Sorry ’bout that.”
Colby’s smile was slow, sexy, and malevolent. “No, you’re not. But you will be.”
THIRTY
Colby schooled his face into impassivity as he led Keats and Georgia to his bedroom, but underneath the surface, he was running hot, every button firmly pressed. When he’d opened the door on the two of them at the twenty-minute mark, he’d been captivated by how fucking perfect they had looked together. Keats’s muscles straining with every thrust, Georgia clawing at Keats’s back and making those soft sounds of hers. Everything about the scene, including him standing there watching, had felt right in a way he wasn’t sure he’d ever experienced.
Most men would’ve probably had a meltdown standing there—pissed and jealous that their girl was being handily fucked into oblivion by some other guy. He knew that by society’s standards, that was how he was supposed to react. But his wiring had never been what anyone would call typical. And he was okay with that. Through his eyes, all he’d seen were two beautiful people finding pleasure—and breaking Colby’s rules, which only meant more fun for him. Reward for making it through the night so far with monk-level patience.
During the movie, he’d been so keyed up, he’d barely been able to sit still. Even if the two of them had been unaware of the cues they were giving each other, Colby hadn’t missed it. Keats had adjusted his pants every few minutes, obviously fighting a hard-on each time Georgia shifted against him. And Georgia had gotten goose bumps when she’d glanced back and forth between Keats and Colby. Colby had known exactly what was on her mind. His sexy girl and her dirty thoughts.
And Keats, damn. He’d had him under his command twice in the last twenty-four hours, but it hadn’t been enough. Seeing him with Georgia had only heightened the need. He wanted to see Keats pleasing Georgia, that eager desire to make her lose it. And he wanted to see Georgia’s adventurous side come out and play. His solo encounters with each of them had been off the charts. But knowing they were going to all three be sharing everything tonight was adding an element of heat and an inner restlessness that Colby could hardly contain. They were both his tonight. That notion did something to him on a primal level.
They all walked into the bedroom together. The lights were low and the curtains were closed. He didn’t need any audience tonight. This was his private show and only two others were invited. Keats stopped in front of him, and Colby set his hands on Keats’s shoulders. Keats stilled beneath the touch but didn’t move away.
Colby pressed his front to Keats’s back, letting him feel how aroused he was and allowing Keats to relish the vulnerability of being one of the lucky ones under his control tonight. “You like fucking my woman, Adam?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, sir,” he reminded him.
“Yes, sir,” he whispered so goddamned sincerely that Colby’s cock flexed against his zipper at the sound of it.
“You have no self-control, do you?”
“Not when it comes to her.”
“I don’t blame you.” He squeezed Keats’s neck. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t punish you. Both of you.”