“I see you.” Gaeton loosely clasps my hips with his big hands. It brings into focus how much larger than me he is, how different the power dynamic feels with me naked and him fully clothed. He strokes his thumbs over my lower stomach. “You want this cock, Isabelle?”
I don’t know if I believe him that he sees me. I don’t think a single instance of honesty can combat years’ worth of half-truths and lies. It doesn’t matter in this moment. Letting myself be swept away by anticipation feels good, like letting go of a weight I’ve carried for so long. I’ll have to pick it up again sooner than I’d like, but for now I’m fully present and holding my breath waiting for what happens next. “Yes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I wet my lips. “Yes, Sir. I want your cock.”
He releases my hips and drapes himself over the arms of the chair, a king on his throne. “Then take it.”
I reach for the front of his pants with a shaking hand. He makes no move to help me, simply sits there and lets me draw down his zipper and pull out his cock. I give him a slow, exploratory stroke, and meet his gaze.
Gaeton gives me absolutely nothing. Instead, it’s Beast’s voice that comes from behind him in answer to my silent question. “Don’t make him repeat himself.”
Understanding dawns, bringing with it a delicious burst of pleasure. I brace one hand on his shoulder and shift closer, guiding his cock to my entrance. He’s a bit bigger than Beast, so I have to work to take him deep, fighting inch by inch down his length while he holds perfectly still and does nothing to help. The only sign he’s affected is a faint flushing of his cheeks. Once he’s sheathed completely inside me, I pause, enjoying the feeling of being so full of him.
“Really, little slut? Surely that’s not enough for you.” I can feel his words in my chest, a rumble that’s delicious and oh, so wrong. He cocks an eyebrow at me, as if I’m not impaled on his cock right now, as if we’re simply having a conversation he’s already grown tired of. “You interrupted my morning with your needy pussy, practically begging me to fill you up. Get yourself off. Now.”
There it is, that delicious sting of humiliation. It feels dirty to ride him like this while he sits there and tolerates it. Like I’m just as much a little slut as he calls me. My breasts brush his shirt with every stroke, and the physical reminder of his being clothed while I’m naked only makes this hotter. I want it to last forever, but I also want to come all over him right now. I grind down, working my clit against the exposed bit of skin where his pants have gaped open. “Gaeton,” I gasp.
That’s when I look over his shoulder and meet Beast’s gaze.
The strength of it shocks me so much, my rhythm hitches. I might have expected jealousy if I thought about it at all, but it’s nowhere in evidence. He looks at us like he owns us, like we’re two players acting out his favorite fantasy, as if he’s enjoying this moment even more than I am.
“He’s watching, isn’t he?”
I glance at Gaeton. “Yes, Sir.”
“Mmm. Hold on.” He barely gives me a chance to obey before he lifts and rotates the chair a full one hundred and eighty degrees. I can’t see Beast any more, but I feel his attention lick down my spine and settle on the spot where Gaeton and I are joined.
I start to look over my shoulder, but Gaeton makes a rumbling growly sound. “No, little slut. You’re here for this cock. You don’t get to make eyes at him while you’re filled up with me.” The words almost sound jealous, but Gaeton’s eyes are full of heat as he looks over my shoulder at Beast. He refocuses on me. “Finish what you started, greedy girl.”
I brace my hands on his shoulders and start fucking him again. I expect him to stay silent, but he keeps spilling out sinful words into the bare space between us. Lower, this time, as if they’re just for me. “Lean forward, Isabelle. Give him a good view of the way I fill you up.”
I obey, the new position putting my face kissably close to Gaeton. I look at his mouth, but I can’t take this step on my own. Maybe it’s silly to put so much importance on a kiss when he’s had his mouth all over me, when he kissed me last night, when his cock is currently stretching me uncomfortably full, but I can’t help it. I shift closer still, my cheek brushing his with every stroke.
“He’s watching. Teasing him with the way you ride my cock gets you hotter, doesn’t it? Do you think you can tempt him closer?” His lips brush my ear and I whimper. “Maybe you want him to take your ass. He’ll hold perfectly still and you’ll have to work that tight little body over both our cocks. Using us like toys while you sob and beg us to fuck you properly.”