“I know. I love you,” I tell him.
His eyes flash, and then he grips me by the jaw so hard it hurts and shoves his tongue into my mouth. It’s wet and kind of nasty. There’s no finesse and too much spit, but I take everything he gives me, especially since his hands claw at my jeans, then my shirt. Everything’s half-undone because Ari’s too damn impatient, but I don’t fight him.
I let him take and take and work at it until he breaks the kiss to rip my shirt off. He spins me toward Alice as he lobs it across the room, then knocks the back of my knees so they buckle. My hand hits the mattress, and I’m only just steady enough to brace myself on my forearm as he goes for my jeans.
He takes them off, along with my briefs, and they hit the ground somewhere near the bed with a dull thud. My cock is trying to get hard, and the cage is just barely brushing against the duvet, and I want so much it makes me want to beg. But I won’t.
Yet.
Ari steps up behind me, and I gasp when I feel his naked cock rest against my lower back. Alice is watching with no real expression except for the heat in her eyes. She’s squirming just a little, though, and I know she wants to touch herself.
Her lips part, and I know that meant Ari signed something to her. Her hand drifts between her bent legs, and she begins to play with herself over her leggings.
Jesus, God in heaven, I might not survive this.
“Ariel,” I beg.
He slaps me in response—an open, stinging palm against my left arse cheek.
I want more, so I say his name again, but he doesn’t deliver. This time, he grabs the plug and shoves it upward. Hard.
I gasp, falling forward completely. My chest hits the bed, my knees hit the floor, and I feel Ari’s cock slide against my skin until it’s gone. I feel the absence profoundly, but I don’t react. Instead, I focus on my cock, which is still limp, and my aching balls, desperate to be emptied.
I lift my head to look at Alice, and she’s got her hand in her pants now. Her face is flushed, and she’s not looking at me, so God only knows what sweet, psycho little Ari is doing.
“I want to eat your cunt,” I finally say.
I hear Ari snort behind me, and then he grabs me by the hair and urges me to my feet. The pain is barely there and gorgeous. He’s never pushed me beyond my limits, even when I think he wants to, and this is no exception. He walks me forward untilmy knees touch the bed, and then he slaps my ass like I’m a horse and shoves me down.
I don’t need further instruction. I use my forearm and both knees to crawl toward Alice, and she spreads her thighs. I take a moment to nuzzle her pussy through the fabric, taking in deep lungfuls of her scent before pulling back, and I glance over my shoulder at Ari, who is there with his dick out, watching me with dark eyes.
“Shall I?”
His jaw tics, and he grips his cock, giving it a long stroke from root to tip before nodding.
I shuffle up into a crouch so I can use my fingers, and I quickly curl them around the waistband of her leggings. She has to help more than she doesn’t, but it’s quick and efficient, and it’s seconds before she’s spread out beneath me in a t-shirt and nothing else.
Her sweet cunt is on display for me—the color of a dusky bruise and shining wet with her need. I drag my thumb between her folds, then gently prod at her entrance until her breathing picks up. I pull my hand back and offer it over my shoulder, groaning when Ari’s lips close around my digit and sucks it clean.
There’s a tapping on my shoulder as his tongue swirls around my thumb, and it takes me a moment to process what he’s saying. ‘Make her come and I’ll let you.’
That won’t be a chore, and the smirk on my face must say so because his eyes go hard.
‘Make her come three times with your mouth, and I’ll let you empty your load in my ass.’
My entire body goes molten hot, and I grunt, shoving my caged dick against the bed and thrusting for some kind of friction, though it’s impossible to get. The frustration feels likeit’s going to kill me, and I hear Ari’s huffing, near-silent laughter behind me because he knows how desperate I am.
If there’s any mercy to be found in this room, however, it won’t come from him.
I turn my attention back to Alice, who hasn’t stopped watching Ari, and I wonder if that was her instruction. It kills me not to have her attention on me, but I can live with it. After all, Ari’s just as deserving of being watched and worshipped, even if he’s not the one touching her.
I lean in, kissing along her thigh, but just before I reach the place she wants me most, I feel Ari touch the plug. Fucking hell. He really isn’t going to make this easy. I take a fortifying breath, then keep going, and the closer I get, the more he starts to thrust the damn thing in deeper.
Pleasure zooms up my spine and makes my balls feel even heavier, and I spread my legs just a little as Ari passes a flat palm between my thighs, then cups me. My flaccid cock feels strange as he holds it, but still so fucking good that I can’t help but rock against him.
He lets me, but only for a moment. Then I feel him grab my hair again, and without any kindness, he shoves my face against her. I’m overwhelmed by her scent and immediately reminded of what I’m meant to be doing, so I part my lips over her clit and bite down gently.
She hisses, thrusting against my face, and I brace myself on her thigh as I let go and trail lower. Her legs clench around me when I dip my tongue deep inside her, and as I begin to pick up a rhythm, listening to her punched-out moans, Ari starts to match it.