“Come here,” I murmur.
He follows me, but I move back. He has to chase me on the king bed.
And then I’m pressed up against Sutton’s body, his hard body jerking on impact, his cock like a brand through my dress at the back. Then Christopher is on me, his lips hard on mine, payback for the orders, punishing. His tongue pushes inside my mouth.
I want to be the calm and unaffected seductress, but my body is melting between these two men. It would be impossible not to melt. There’s hardness behind me. Hardness in front. A slickness between my legs like a goddamn river, and Christopher knows it.
“Push your panties out of the way,” he says against my lips.
There’s a tight squeeze in my sex, a clench around nothing. “Why should?”
“Because I’ll kiss your breasts, sweetheart. Sutton will hold up your tits for me, and I’ll suck your nipples. You’d like that wouldn’t you? You’d come for me.”
Oh God. I close my eyes. “It’s not about me tonight.”
A soft laugh. This isn’t a man scared of what happens next. “It’s always been about you, Harper. Now push your panties aside. Do it, or I’ll fucking tear them.”
My fingers are somehow between my legs. The placket of my panties is already damp. I hook two fingers against it and push it aside. On the backs of my knuckles I feel the burn and velvet of Christopher’s cock. Then he’s pushing inside, opening me wide, making me moan.
A low masculine sound fills the room, and I have to open my eyes.
Christopher’s expression is hard with pleasure, only an inch away from Sutton’s face. It’s like Christopher is fucking Sutton, with me in the middle. I’m a conduit right now, the thrust of hips and cock pushing me back against another body. Both of them rocking and grunting and using me in the most carnal ways.
At first it seemed like Sutton and I were the ones seducing Christopher.
Now it’s the other way around. Sutton is the one being seduced.
He grasps my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Ahh fuck,” he says, his breath hot on my throat. “Fuck. Like that. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
His words spur Christopher to fuck me harder, and faster, and he doesn’t stop.
Sutton’s cock is only rubbing against my back, almost a juvenile comfort, but he sounds more turned on than I’ve ever seen. The most out of control. “Harper,” he says, and it sounds like he’s dying.
“Don’t talk to her,” Christopher says, baring his teeth.
The words are confusing until I feel Sutton buck against me. He likes being warned away. He called it fucked up and I think he’s right about that. This isn’t a normal kind of lust. Obsession. I turn my face and place an open-mouth kiss on Sutton’s cheek.
A hand grasps my face and turns me back. “Me,” Christopher says, almost primitive now. “You look at me. You fuck me. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Say it.”
“I want you,” I whisper, but I’m not giving in all the way. He made me work too hard to get his attention. He made me wait too long for even a speck of sexual interest.
He punctuates each of his words with a hard thrust. “You. Want. Me.”
I close my eyes, but he doesn’t let me keep them that way. A little shake. A particularly hard, angled thrust that makes me squirm against Sutton. His whole body turns taut behind me.
“Harper,” Christopher says, but his voice doesn’t sound as hard as before. He seems a little breathless. On the edge of something he can’t quite hold back.
His fingers work their way down my stomach, into the slick space between us.
The press together around me clit, and I shoot up toward him. “Please.”
An unsteady laugh. “You were right,” he says, except he isn’t talking to me. He’s talking to the man behind me. “She is too tight. Are you going to help her?”
Sutton reaches around to stroke my breasts. To pinch my nipples.
To hold up my tits, the way Christopher said he would.
The warmth of Christopher’s mouth makes me cry out and clench hard. His lips are only an inch away from Sutton’s fingers. His chin is probably brushing him. Christopher closes his eyes in pure ecstasy, and I want to watch, I do, but he sucks, and I have to throw my head back onto Sutton’s shoulder and moan in sensory overload.
Christopher moves to my other breast, flicking his tongue against me. Sutton doesn’t hold me up