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.”
Pleasure spirals tighter and tighter through me. “You’re so mean.”
“Am I?” His mouth brushes my neck. “Maybe so.” His lips trace my jaw. “Maybe mean is exactly what you want, Isabelle. Someone to put you in your place and fuck you dirty just like you need it.” He’s right there, so close to my mouth that I can taste his exhale. “Maybe one cock will never be enough for you.”
“I—”
He grabs my hips and slams me down on his length. I cry out, but Gaeton kisses me, eating down the sound as he works me over his cock, taking exactly the angle I need to get off while he plunders my mouth. He overwhelms my senses. Higher and higher I climb, until I’m sobbing against his lips, a wild thing that can’t get enough, will never get enough, so hungry for pleasure that I could eat the whole universe.
And then I’m weightless and everything goes to static as my orgasm takes me. I’m vaguely aware of him following me over the edge, driving up into me until he grinds out an orgasm of his own. I slump against his chest, but I’m still straining to meet his kisses, an addict with my first real hit in twelve long months. Gaeton kisses me like I’m his world. Everything else might have changed, but that hasn’t.
I’m still trying to drink down a year’s worth of that feeling when an arm bands around my waist and yanks me off Gaeton. I cry out, reaching for him, but Beast hauls me around to the table and bends me over it, his hand in the middle of my back forcing me to down until my cheek presses against the cool wood. “Turn around, Gaeton.”
Gaeton moves the chair around to face us. He’s tucked away his cock, though there are wet spots from my orgasm all over his lap. He resumes his bored expression as Beast kicks my legs wide. “I suppose she’s not satisfied,” Gaeton growls.
“Let’s see, shall we?” Keeping me pinned to the table, Beast shoves two rough fingers into me. Despite my determination to stay still, I roll my hips, trying to take him deeper. He makes a disappointed sound. “So needy, this one.”
“Insatiable.”
Beast hooks a hand under my leg closest to Gaeton and lifts it, bracing my knee on the table so that I’m spread obscenely. Gaeton makes a noise, and even without the tableau, I know he can see everything Beast is doing to me. Beast gives me another few strokes. “How many orgasms do you think it would take to satisfy our princess?”
“Only one way to find out.”
Beast cups my pussy with a possessive hand, his fingers playing over my clit. “Shall we make things interesting?”
That surprises a laugh out of Gaeton. “Only you would be fingering this woman and offer to make things interesting as if that isn’t enough.”
Beast spreads me, his fingers tracing my pussy like he wants to memorize every inch. “How about a bet, Gaeton? How many orgasms do you