The Proposal - Kitty Thomas Page 0,63

the average woman to press her pussy against it, letting the water pulsate and massage her to orgasm.

Livia grips the edge of the pool and lets out a gasp as the powerful jets force water against her clit. I hold her hips in place so she can't pull away from the relentless pulses.

I grab her breast roughly with my free hand and bite at the side of her throat like some out of control animal. She's moving, but not pulling away. She's moving with the water, rotating her hips to enhance the experience, moaning as she gives herself over to the water, to us.

I look up to find Soren moving closer. He's discarded his swim trunks. He sits on the edge of the pool, fully erect, his legs on either side of Livia. Without being told, she bends closer and takes him into her mouth, but he pushes her off him.

“I didn't say you could touch my cock,” he says, clearly displeased by her show of initiative.

“I-I'm sorry, Master.”

This just makes my dick harder. I know she isn't ready, I know she can't take it yet, but I desperately want to fuck her ass right now while the jets continue to ravage her cunt. I tease her back entrance with the tip, and she whimpers.

“Please, Sir,” she whispers, panicked, trying to turn to look at me, trying to protect her vulnerable ass from my probing dick.

“Don't you dare. I will fucking drown you if you take her ass,” Soren says. And a part of me isn't sure if he's saying this for effect to try to steal the hero title from me or if he's serious. “You know I get to take her ass first.”

Another whimper from her.

Last night when we drew straws for who gets to do what when, Dayne got first fuck, Soren got second, which meant he got her ass first. I got the leftover first—first punishment, something I know Soren wants, so maybe I can negotiate a trade on the honeymoon.

But for now I just say, “Oh be serious, Soren. You know she'll never be able to take you first. You're too fucking big and you know it. It needs to be me or Dayne first.”

“Never,” Soren says. He looks from Livia to me, back to Livia again, and then finally to me.

“Jerk me off, Griffin.”

I swear there's some kind of psychic link between the two of us or maybe we've just been sharing women too long because I know exactly what he wants. I can read his unspoken demand as if it came engraved on his pretentious-as-fuck formal stationery. And all at once, he and I are back on the same team.

I grip his cock and jerk him off as requested. He leans back, bracing himself with his hands pressed against the concrete behind him. I can't help admiring the way his abs flex when he moves. We all work out, and we're all fit, but he has that natural extra bulk that helps him command every room he enters.

“Harder, don't be a little girl about it,” he says.

I squeeze harder, trying to actually cause him pain now for that remark, but he doesn't give in. instead he bucks his hips with my movements, and I relax my strangle hold on him just enough to give him actual pleasure.

I can see when he's close. Just before he comes, I lean down to Livia's ear. “Open your mouth.”

She does, and I grip the back of her neck with my free hand, and then aim his cock into her mouth. He releases into her as I'm careful not to let her lips close fully over his flesh. I move a hand to her throat, urging her to swallow.

“Such a good girl,” I growl in her ear. She's moving again, bucking hard against the jets as they finally take her over the edge. Soren finishes and slips from her mouth as she screams out her release.

I press her harder against the pulsing water not letting her go until she's fighting and struggling to escape the overstimulation.

“Kiss it and thank me,” Soren says.

I finally let her move away from the flow of water. She obediently kisses the tip of his cock and says, “Thank you, Master.”

In this moment she is so soft, so demure. So inviting.

I spin her around so her back is to the pool's wall and hike one of her legs up over my hip. She lets out a whimper of surprise as I surge into her.