Chapter 11

Eleven

Ira

T he foot of the bed dips when both Gable and Ridge crawl their way up to where Hazel is lying sprawled out next to me.

“I feel a little like a prey animal being hunted. How about you?” Hazel’s teasing whisper brings a smile to my face, even as arousal thuds so heavy in my balls precum leaks from my tip.

“Yeah, but in a good way,” I whisper back. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex or even come, I know my body’s on a hair trigger. Just playing with her tits has me ready to blow, and that’s without adding in the layer of hunger knowing Ridge and Gable are coming for us brings.

Hands grip my ankles, and a single sharp tug has me flipping to my back and widening my legs to make way for Ridge’s wide frame prowling up my body. I’m not a weakling. Definitely not the stereotypical computer nerd type. But the way he manhandles me as if I weigh nothing tears a low moan of desperation from my throat. Why do I love the way he’s moving me into place as if I actually am a sex doll existing for his pleasure?

Half of me expects him to go straight for my weeping cock. He’s always so efficient and economical with everything he does. It’s a surprise when, instead of touching me where I’m most desperate for sensation, he crawls up my body until his fully clothed one drapes over my nakedness. The contrast drives home the power dynamic, and I lift my eyes to stare into his while he hovers over me.

“I’m going to use my fingers and my mouth to stretch you out, because I know it’s been a long time since you were with a man. Then I’m going to sit my pocket princess over there in my lap and we’re going to watch my brother fuck the hole I’ve loosened up until you come with your dick untouched.”

The smooth promise in his voice as he details the filthy things they’re going to do is almost enough to rush the process of my hands-free coming. I’m helpless to keep still underneath him, my body rolling and arching up into his in search of friction. He drops a hand to my stomach, palm pressing the tight muscles of my lower abdomen. My dick curves up between us, the back of his hand smashing it against his belt and rock hard abs.

I grunt, the pressure enough to have my eyes rolling and pleasure streaking through me. I’m so close it’s embarrassing. Too desperate to care.

“You’re not allowed to come without permission. Am I clear?” he orders. I nod, my eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of lust coursing through me.

“What about me, Daddy? Do I have to wait to come?” Hazel’s body next to mine is warm, and she smells like jasmine, honey, and feminine lust.

“No, Princess. You get to come as many times as that little body can do it. Drown us all in that sweet goodness that pours from that tight little hole.” Ridge’s filthy demand makes her giggle until whatever Gable’s busy doing distracts her.

The high moan that vibrates through the air. Ridge and I both turn to look at Gable bent low over her middle. His chin rests on the pronounced ridge of her mons, his fingers twisted in the elastic cords connecting her stockings to the garter. He’s so much bigger than her that even with his fingers tucked under the elastic strips, his thumbs disappear under his chin.

A sixth sense tells me he’s using those thumbs to play with the hard knot of her clit. Mostly because that’s what mine would be doing in his place.

“Good, because I’m already so close!” she whines. Her hips buck uselessly under his weight, making her tits jiggle and sway. Gable moves his face lower, nudging apart her plush lower lips until his nose brushes the jutting ridge of her clit and his tongue can lap at the entrance below it.

I distantly register the snapping lid of a lube bottle while the show Gable and Hazel put on distracts me. My balls are already so tight to my body it only takes the barest brush of Ridge’s hand to nudge them out of the way and expose the center of me to his gaze.

“It’s cold!” I yelp at the first drizzle of slippery wet lube.

“Good. You need a little help cooling off,” he says.

He’s not wrong. My body’s so tightly coiled with the need to come I feel my orgasm cresting just out of reach. I want to take myself in hand to squeeze away some of the desperate urge to come, but somehow, I know Ridge will punish me if I touch myself.

“You remember your safe words?” Ridge asks, eyes intent on mine.

“Yes, but I won’t need them. You’re not going to hurt me,” I assure him.

“It’s been a long time since you had this, no?” He knows exactly how long it’s been. Part of the background review they did when the university hired them included a deep dive into my love life. Or lack there of.

Ridge and Gable are both well aware I haven’t been with a man in years or with a woman since a few months before I released my code and became enemy number one for America’s wealthy oligarchs.

“Yes,” I grunt as one slicked-up finger gently swirls around the tight ring of muscles of my asshole.

“Then promise me you’ll use your safe words if you need them. Stop or slow down, either is fine.”

Tender appreciation floods me at his demand. Ridge and Gable have made an art of caring for me over these months. Tonight is just an extension of the way they have made protecting me feel more like devotion than a paycheck.

“I promise.” My words come out a breathy groan as his finger breaches my body and slowly sinks deep. There’s no hesitation or fumbling, just steady pressure until I feel his thick forefinger deep against me, his wrist twisting to cup his palm around my balls.

“Good man.” Ridge praises as his mouth captures mine in a hungry kiss. Our first. Lips and teeth and tongues battle, though there’s no question who is in control as he conquers me and licks into my mouth with determination.

He matches the stroke of his tongue against mine with the smooth entry and retreat of his fingers in my ass until I’m writhing and arching under him. His strong fingers scissor inside me, pressing against the long abandoned places inside me that bring the most pleasure. Finally, he nudges the tips of two fingers against my prostate firmly enough to make me see stars.

The only thing staving off my orgasm is the tight grip of his other hand around my shaft. His thumb and forefinger pinch so tight around the head of my cock the cum throttling from my balls has no option but to retreat, ruining my orgasm and turning my entire body into a live wire of shocky twinges.

I lie panting beneath him as he eases back from our kiss. Still fully clothed. Control to my chaos. A flame of desire turns his dark eyes to coal and belies the iron control he’s got on himself, though. Knowing how badly Ridge wants me fills me with a sense of power that doesn’t need chest-thumping alpha energy to send me soaring.