We’d make sure of it.
“She sucks cock like a queen,” Kols said, his head hitting the shower wall as I squeezed our shafts together on a violent upward twist of my wrist. “I haven’t taken her ass yet, but I want to. She looks amazing on all fours and cries out when I fuck her from behind. Shit, she’s insatiable, Zeph. I can take her for hours, at least in her mind. I made her come four times against my tongue the other night, and she orgasmed a fifth time around my dick only minutes later.”
I released a harsh breath, my hand moving faster. “She’d fit perfectly between us.”
“I know. Trust me, I know.” He bucked into my palm, his eyes falling closed. “But it’s never going to happen. She’s unattainable.”
My dick throbbed with his words, which was entirely the point.
He knew how to spur me on.
Just as I knew how to ramp him up.
“If she were here, I’d command her to kneel and watch us play,” I told him, my wrist twisting once more. “Then I’d make her lick us clean when we finished.”
Kols cursed, his exhale sharp and heated. “Would you let her come?”
“I’d make her come,” I replied. “But I’d tell her to do it herself. She hasn’t earned our mouths. Not yet.”
“Because she’s forbidden.”
“She’s a disobedient brat.”
“Who is also completely out of our reach,” he added, his taunt sending a hot jolt of lust down my spine. “She’s dangerous, Zeph. A toy we’re not meant to touch.”
“I know.”
“Walking down that path would be akin to flirting with death,” he continued, stoking my flame even higher. “She’s the most complicated challenge we’ve ever met.”
“I know,” I repeated, my forehead falling to his. “Fuck, I know.”
“We can’t have her, Zeph.”
I growled at his declaration, prepared to fight.
He grabbed my shoulders to shove me up against the other wall, reading my cues as he always did. And I took hold of him to push him back, my grip on us relentless. “You’re going to come all over my hand. Then you’re going to lick it off.”
“Fuck you.”
“Not today,” I replied with a sharp yank, eliciting a guttural sound from him. I’d let him take me once, after a long quarrel that equated to savage foreplay. But it was almost always the other way around.
“You’re killing me,” he groaned, shoving me backward once more.
I grunted as I hit the wall, then spun us around to place his back to the hard surface, keeping my chest pressed against his.
He growled. “You’re in a fucking mood.”
“I didn’t ask you to join me,” I said, my lips falling to the corded muscle along his neck to skim his pulse.
“No, you grabbed me and ripped off my clothes.”
“You knew I was in the shower,” I whispered darkly. “You could hear it.”
“I didn’t expect the door to be wide open.”
“I didn’t expect you to barge into my suite, but here we are.” I ran my tongue over his raging pulse, felt his dick respond with a throb against my palm. “This is what you wanted, right? To fuck around?” It was what we both needed. All because of her.
He grabbed my hip with one hand, his opposite palm still around my nape in an assertion of false control. We bo