“Then stand up and turn around, and put your hands flat on the bench,” Cayde says, his voice suddenly low and dark.
“Fuck this,” Jaxon snaps. “I’ll be in the ring if you plan toactuallyuse the gym for what it’s meant for, either of you.”
Cayde’s expression darkens, and for a second, I think he’s going to stop Jaxon, tell him not to leave.Forcehim to watch, maybe, which wouldn’t surprise me at all. But he doesn’t. He just shrugs. “If you want to miss out, be my guest,” he says, not bothering to look in Jaxon’s direction. Instead, his eyes rake over me, and I can see the heat in them, the result of a month of celibacy—as far as I know, anyway.
I actually have no idea if the guys are faithful to me. But something deep down tells me that they are, that they don’t want anyone else. I can’t be sure, but something about the intensity of every encounter makes me think that neither Dean nor Cayde is seeing anyone else. That I’m it for them, despite how much they’d probably like me to think otherwise.
The thought makes me happier than it probably should.
I stand up, turning around to put my hands flat on the bench. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, and all I can think is that Caydeaskedif I could take it. He’s changing, maybe. They’re changing. Things could be different.
Maybe.
My chest constricts at the sound of Jaxon’s footsteps walking away, hard and angry. Any flash of hurt that I feel is immediately interrupted by the feeling of Cayde’s hand on my ass, rubbing circles over the tight material of my workout pants.
“I missed this ass.” His voice is deeper now, rough around the edges. I know what he sounds like now when he’s getting turned on, the way his voice deepens as his dick gets harder, thickening with lust. “I missed getting to spank it when you’re bad, little Saint.” I feel the pressure of his hand leave for a second, and then it comes down on one of my cheeks, hard enough that I gasp.
But not as hard as it might have in the past. I can tell he’s forcing himself to be careful with me, and it’s oddly sweet. But I also want more, and I arch my back, leaning into Cayde’s palm as it comes down onto my ass for a second time.
“I miss fucking it,” he growls, spanking me again. I can feel my ass reddening beneath the fabric and the heat growing between my legs, dampening my panties until I’m glad I wore black workout pants today, so that there’s no chance of Cayde seeingexactlyhow wet he’s making me.
He reaches between my legs then, cupping me, and I bite back a moan at the pressure of his hand. “I miss fucking this pussy. Do you miss that, little Saint? Do you miss my hard cock in that tight little cunt of yours?”
Oh god.I don’t say anything for a moment, although the way I’m nearly panting with need already should be enough of a clue. But that’s never going to be enough for Cayde. He’s going to want me to tell him.
His hand comes down on my ass again, harder this time, and I gasp.
“Good girls answer their masters,” he says, his voice a low rasp. “Do you need a lesson in who your master is, Athena?”
I can’t help myself. I look over my shoulder, meeting his sea-green eyes. “Honestly,” I quip. “I don’t know if it’s you or Dean anymore. I don’t think we ever decided.”
There’s a glint in Cayde’s eye that sends a shiver down my spine. “Well, maybe we’ll have to figure it out,” he murmurs, moving behind me as both of his hands descend on my ass, gripping and squeezing until I can’t help but moan. “Or maybe we’ll just decide to share you. Would you like that, little Saint? Belonging to both of us? Both of us punishing you, fucking you, taking you whenever we please?”
He moves closer until his hips are pressed against my ass, his thick, heavy erection firm against my aching pussy. He’s so hard that I can feel the ridges of him even through the layers of fabric between us, and I whimper again, arching back against him.
“No,” I whisper, but the gasp I let out when Cayde grinds against me again tells him exactly how much of a lie that really is.
“You’re lying, little Saint.” Cayde reaches around, pressing his fingers over the fabric where my clit is, just enough pressure to make me squirm against him. “Do you know what happens to bad girls when they lie?”
“What?” I glance back at him again, my lips twitching. “Don’t tell me. They get punished?”
“Mm.” Cayde growls, stepping back and squeezing my ass again. “You’re going to find out when we get home tonight. But first, I think you’ve gone too long with that smart mouth of yours all to yourself. It’s time you remembered who it belongs to.”
Oh god.A pulse of arousal throbs between my legs at that, as Cayde circles around me, letting me see the thick hard outline of him in his gym shorts. It’s hard to keep up the pretense of not wanting him when I’m so fucking wet just at the thought of him pushing all that thick hardness into my throat, demanding that I suck on him.
“You want it, don’t you?” Cayde smirks, reaching for the waist of his shorts. His hand slips inside, massaging his cock as I stay frozen in place, watching him with hungry eyes. I can’t even pretend to be defiant now. I’m too horny. It’s been too long, and Idowant it. But I’m going to make him work for it if he wants to hear it out loud.
“I tried jerking off while you were getting better,” Cayde says, pushing down his shorts just enough that he can pull out that long, thick cock. “But it just wasn’t the same, little Saint. Nowhere nearly as good as your pussy, or your ass, or even your mouth. So I haven’t touched myself in days. I’ve been saving it all for you.” His hand slips inside again, cupping his balls and pushing the waistband lower so that they’re in full view too, heavy and swollen behind his throbbing shaft. “They’re fucking aching, Athena, and all for you. So open your mouth like a good girl, and take my cock.”
I should protest. I should fight him at least a little. But I don’t want to. Right now, what I want is for Dean to be behind me, grasping my hips and pushing the head of his own cock into my pussy while I take Cayde’s dick in my mouth, his fingers gripping the hot, sore flesh of my freshly-spanked ass. My clit is throbbing, my pussy aching to be filled, and so instead of fighting Cayde, I just open my mouth, looking up at him as he slips the head of his cock between my lips.
“Ohfuck.” Cayde looks down at me, and I can see the surprise in his eyes. “God, you really wanted that fucking cock, didn’t you?” He groans as he slips into my mouth another inch. My tongue swirls around the tip, tasting his dripping pre-cum as his cock stretches the edges of my lips, sliding over my tongue towards the back of my throat. “Christ, little Saint, I love how you suck me.”
I love sucking you.I’m glad I can’t say the thought when it flickers through my head, that I’m currently incapable of speech because Cayde would be fucking insufferable from here on out if I ever said something like that to him. But deep down, Imeanit, and that’s the strangest thing at all. I didn’t fight him because as fun as it is to play at fighting back and get punished for it, I wanted this. I wanted to taste him, to feel him in my mouth, almost too big. I wanted to run my tongue over the ridges of his shaft, lick the velvety head, hear his groans as my lips slide all the way down and the muscles of my throat clench around him.
“Fuck,”Cayde groans. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.” His hand tangles in my hair, pressing against the back of my head as his hips thrust forward, working himself in and out of my mouth. He pushes himself into my throat again, his hand hard on my head as he holds me there long enough for me to choke a little, and then when he lets me slide up again, I can see the flex of his thigh muscles that tells me he’s close. “I can’t wait to fuck that pussy after we punish you tonight,” he growls. “But for now, I’m going to shoot this load I’ve been saving for you so deep in your throat, little Saint. And you’re going to swallow every drop like a good girl.” He grins down at me, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth again as I moan around him, flicking my tongue underneath the tip the way I know he likes. “The rest of your punishment is that you can’t touch yourself. No orgasm unless we decide to give you one tonight. Understand, little Saint?” He wraps his hand around his length, pulling it out of my mouth and tapping it against my lips.
I nod, breathless. I know how I must look, my eyes teary from deep-throating him, lips red and wet, and I know he fucking loves it. I can see how hard he is, visibly throbbing, the fat head of his cock nearly purple, wet from my mouth and his pre-cum. His balls are tight and heavy, and he smacks his cock against my lower lip again, reminding me that I haven’t answered him yet.