Twisted ink a why choose.., p.19
Twisted Ink: A Why Choose Romance, page 19
“Correct.” I groaned as he bit harder. “I will be the one doing the fucking.”
“Lies.” He hissed, shoving to get past me by twisting my legs up with his and dropping me to the floor.
“Bastard.” I grabbed for him as he leaped over me, catching only the worn fabric of his jeans and tearing them as he got even closer to the doorway. “Ha!” I jeered, ripping his favorite pair of jeans down the entire length until one leg hung uselessly around his ankle.
“You’re going to pay for that.” He scowled, pushing me back with a wide hand to the face as I climbed to my feet, shoving him aside.
“Yeah, baby.” I joked dramatically. “Make me pay.”
“Fucker.” He repeated and grabbed me when I tried to get past him, before kicking off his jeans altogether as they tangled around his ankles. “You’re a poor sport, you know that right?”
“Me?” I gasped as he threw a punch to my kidney when I pushed one shoulder through the doorway. “Fuck that’s hot.” I mused as I caught sight of Parker laid on in the center of the bed, naked, stroking his barbed dick with one arm thrown behind his head like he didn’t care who made it through first, as long as he got sex out of it.
“What?” Trey leaned in around my wide shoulders, while still trying to pull me back. “Damn.” He groaned, seeing Parker laid out.
“Right.” I relaxed my body, trying to trick him into letting go but he anticipated my move shoved me back three steps, and shouldered his way into the doorway. “Fine!” I yelled. “Play you for it.”
“Oh my God.” Parker groaned from the bed. “You are not playing rock, paper, scissors for the chance to come first.”
“Fuck yes, we are.” Trey laughed, relaxing and facing me in the opening as he raised his fist. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.” He commanded.
“Ha!” I cheered, “Rock breaks scissors.” I smashed my fist over his fingers and pushed my way firmly into the room. “Now I want my prize.”
Parker fist-bumped the air enthusiastically, “It’s about fucking time.”
“Harder,” Parker growled as Trey slammed into him. “Yes.”
Parker was bent over the end of the bed with Trey behind him as I leaned against the headboard and stroked my cock, drinking a beer and watching the show.
It was fucking hot as hell, but what I wouldn’t give to have Rey included in it.
I lost count of how many times I’d orgasmed in the last few hours, or where. It had been a tangle of limbs and skin since I forced my way through the door, and it hadn’t stopped. Two years’ worth of time to make up for and the three of us had made it our mission to put a dent in that debt.
“Tell Daddy how you like it.” Trey hissed and Parker clenched his teeth as his eyes rolled.
Parker had taken most of the fucking today, willingly I might add. But I’d still managed to fuck Trey twice and he even took it from Parker once, too.
I still had yet to bottom, but the plug I was wearing currently was the largest in the set and it hadn’t hurt going in as Trey prepped me earlier, so I knew it was only a matter of time before I begged one of them to take the edge off for me.
“Fuck!” Trey roared, tipping his head back to the ceiling as his hand tightened around the front of Parker’s throat, holding himself deep inside. “That’s it.” He groaned, “I’m fucking empty. I can’t come again.”
“That makes one of us,” I smirked, as Parker hung his head in exhaustion. Trey pulled out and wiped his arm across his forehead to clear the sweat. “I think we need to give Parker some TLC and aftercare.” I climbed out of bed and kneaded the tense muscles of his back.
“And an orgasm.” He moaned. “You two have edged me for an hour straight.”
“Come on,” I said, pulling him to his feet. “I’ll take care of you in the shower.”
“What about me?” Trey complained, “I’m the one that’s been doing all the work, I need a shower and it ain’t big enough for the three of us.”
“Use mine.” I shrugged as Parker, and I headed for the guest bath. “Just don’t use up all of Rey’s expensive shampoo.” I joked with a wink, and he flipped me off as I disappeared around the wall.
He grumbled down the hallway about finally getting some goddamned peace and quiet as Parker leaned against the cool tile, stroking his still-hard cock. “Why do I feel like I’m missing something important here?” He questioned.
I chuckled as I flicked the shower head on full blast, soaking him in icy water before turning it to hot, winning a glare from him.
“Because Rey texted me twenty-five minutes ago and said she’d be home in half an hour.” I mused, walking into the shower, and shielding his body with mine from the tepid water as it heated up. “And how she desperately needed a shower after a long day of meet and greets.”
His face split into a shit-eating grin. “You’re naughty.”
“Very.” I nodded, leaning forward to drag my tongue up the side of his neck. “And dirty, want to help me get clean?” I grabbed onto his throbbing studded cock and stroked.
“Only after you get a little dirtier.” He growled. “Now get on your knees and apologize for torturing me for the last hour.”
“Yes Sir,” I smirked, letting him take control. I didn’t give it over very often, but Parker had earned it. And besides, the sooner I got him the relief he ached for, the sooner I could sneak across the apartment and spy on what I was hoping was a sexy encounter for Trey and Reyna.
Chapter 19 – Reyna
“Home, sweet home,” I mumbled under my breath as I climbed the stairs to the apartment. It had been a long day at my book signing, and while I loved interacting with my readers, as an introvert, doing public things was hard for me. And I wanted nothing more than to crawl into my bed in a comfy pair of sweats with a tub of ice cream and binge some trashy reality television show that I didn’t have to come up with the storyline for.
Well, all that after a shower.
The Nashville heat kicked my ass today, and I had sweat in places no woman liked to be sweaty.
When I opened the front door, I tossed my keys down into the dish and unloaded the bags off my shoulders into a pile on the floor.
“Thank God.” I moaned, stretching my shoulders out.
As I toed off my heels, a noise caught my attention from the hallway to the spare bedroom.
Skin.
Clapping.
Loudly.
“Oh.” I bit my bottom lip, listening for any indicator of who or where the noise was coming from.
“That’s it.” A familiar voice called, “Fucking hell, that’s it.”
Parker.
There was a reply, but it was muffled, and I couldn’t discern who it was from. I wanted to go closer and investigate. But something stopped me, and I turned toward my room instead. I would give Parker the alone time he deserved with whoever was with him, and I’d worry about my own needs.
When I walked into my bedroom, I felt the thickness of steam on my skin before I caught the noise of my shower running in the bathroom and nearly groaned with relief at the idea of climbing in with Dallin after a long day.
I stripped out of the tight body con dress I wore to the signing and took my jewelry off at my dresser, nearly moaning from how good the hot water was going to feel on my skin when I got in it.
As I cleared the doorway, I caught Dallin’s dark hair through the frosted glass as he stood under the rain head, letting it cascade down over his shoulders.
“I hope you’re not partial to that shower head because I’m calling dibs, big guy,” I called, clipping my hair up in a messy bun as I rounded the shower wall.
But where Dallin had been standing a moment ago, a smug Trey waited, making me stop short in surprise.
“Fuck!” I cursed, covering my chest and bits with my arms, “What are you doing in my shower, Trey?”
He had his back to me when I walked in, looking over his shoulder, but as his eyes traveled down my body where I desperately tried to cover up my genitals, he turned to face me head-on.
Head.
On.
I tried. I wanted it written on my headstone someday, that I did really, really try to keep my eyes above the waist as he stood unashamed and unobscured in front of me for the first time.
But I failed. I was a failure. A dirty, pathetic, aroused, and horny failure that let my eyes fall on the thick cock swinging between his legs, not even hard, yet still intimidatingly thick.
“Oh come on now, Rey.” Trey teased, drawing my eyes back up from his package to his bright blue ones. “I’m showing you mine, you could at least show me yours.”
I blinked rapidly, trying to get my mouth to form a coherent sentence. “Out.” I stuttered. “Now.”
“I would.” He tilted his head back, letting the water wash over his long hair as he ran both hands up his abs leisurely. “But I’ve spent the entire day doing dirty fucking things to Parker and Dallin, and I’m in desperate need of a good shower to ease my tired body. And they’re currently fucking in the spare shower, so you’re going to have to just get out and wait your turn.”
“Wait my turn?” I gasped, glaring at him. “Fuck you.”
He chuckled, closing his eyes as the water cascaded down his admittedly delicious body. “I already told you; I’m not interested. And even if I was, I couldn’t get hard again right now if I tried.” He sighed, “I’m thoroughly sated and exhausted. Not even the most attractive woman in the world could get me hard enough to ride.”
His conceited dig at my appearance bristled my irritable attitude and I fought the urge to pick up the heavy bottle of sugar scrub off the ledge and throw it at his head.
But then a better idea came to mind as he continued to let my favorite shower head massage his shoulders with blissful arrogance on his face.
Isn’t the old saying, if you can’t beat them, join them?
I dropped my arms, forcing myself to take a deep breath as the anxiety raced through my body from being naked in front of Trey for the first time and put my bravest face on.
Then I went to war.
I shoved him hard, surprising him as he slid across the slick tile floor into the wall. “Hey!” He snapped, but I ignored him as I turned my back to him and stepped under the magical massaging head.
“I’m not waiting my turn for my shower, douche canoe.” I flicked a glance over my shoulder as the water rippled down my back, and caught his eyes locked onto my ass that I may or may not have been pushing up a bit more than normal. “You can stand over there and I’ll stand over here.”
“Whatever.” He growled, grabbing my bottle of shampoo, and aggressively squeezing a week’s worth of the expensive magic into his hand. “Just try not to get horny from being so close.”
“Right.” I shook my head turning away from him as I grabbed my loofah and body wash. “Because I’m the one that’s at risk of that.” I scoffed.
Though he was right. My body was tight and warm from being naked in the shower with him, knowing I couldn’t touch him.
That I didn’t want to touch him.
But something about having his eyes on me was turning me on. And from the sound of it, Dallin wasn’t going to be in any shape to help me take the edge off in the end. Wasn’t the point of letting two more men into my relationship, to reap the sexual benefits of all the extra cock?
I was getting shafted in this whole arrangement and not even in the way I needed.
I lathered up my loofah and began washing my body, starting at my neck, and working my way down my arms before returning to my chest and slowly taking my time soaping up my breasts. I felt his eyes on my back the entire time like he was staring through my body to see my front.
Trey was also silent as I worked the sponge down my stomach and over my hips. When I leaned down to run the soap over my legs, I looked over my shoulder and found him standing still as a statue under the auxiliary shower head on his side of the stall with his eyes lasered in on my ass. “You’re staring.” I accused mockingly, turning my attention back to my task.
When he didn’t reply, I looked back at him as I started in on my other leg. His dark eyebrows were pinched over his storming blue eyes while he watched me. He almost looked angry, and a few weeks ago, I probably would have thought he was.
But I knew him a little better now, and I knew that the emotion burning inside of him wasn’t anger.
It was something deeper. So I played with it further, turning under the water and facing him head-on, showing him my bits for the first time clearly as I tipped my head back and let the water rinse the soap down the drain. When I finished rinsing my body off, he was still standing there, just staring at me.
“Here.” I swallowed past the lump in my throat that was building bigger and bigger with each silent second that passed between us. The air was thicker now from more than just the steam. But he wouldn’t comment on it. “Let me help you wash all that sex off.”
I rinsed the loofah off and reapplied my favorite soap to it, lathering it slowly as I cautiously got closer to the silent beast watching me. His blue eyes were alive with emotion as I raised the sudsy sponge to his chest and gently circled it over his defined pecs. His jaw clenched tightly at the contact, and he grabbed my wrist, stopping me from moving the sponge anywhere else. His skin was hot against mine and it felt like he was branding me with his soul. But still, he didn’t speak.
Normally, Trey and I spared back and forth with wit and digs at each other. His silence was jarring and the longer it stretched, the more uneasy it made me.
“It’s just an olive branch,” I whispered, forcing myself to look into his storming eyes. “To repay you for inviting me to dinner last night.” I swallowed. “Even if you did ruin it with your sour disposition.”
His nostrils flared as I pulled against his hold on my wrist, but finally, he released me. I dropped his penetrating gaze and stared at his chest as I slowly resumed washing it. Every single muscle in his body was coiled tight as I gently moved my hand across each shoulder and up his neck.
“Relax, Trey. This is supposed to be soothing.” I whispered, keeping my eyes downcast as I worked.
He finally took a deep breath, like he was forcing himself to calm down, even though he didn’t give away any indication of anger.
“Good boy,” I smirked before biting my bottom lip as a sound similar to a growl emanated from his chest when I lowered the loofah to his stomach. “You smell like them,” I added, trying to ground us both.
“Are you trying to cover that up with the scent of you?” He finally spoke, though his voice was strained and unfamiliar.
“Is my scent all that unpleasant?” I questioned, as his abs twitched with each swipe of my hand.
“I didn’t say that.”
I licked my dry lips and slid around to stand behind him to wash his back. “I’m not jealous,” I responded. “I’m glad you three spent the day together.”
I pushed his hair off his neck, holding it to the side and his entire body shivered as I ran the loofah across the sensitive skin. The heat radiating off of his large body felt overpowering in the steamy shower, yet goosebumps broke out over my skin as I watched them rise on his.
“I don’t believe you.” He finally said, and then sighed. “It doesn’t make sense.”
“Do you get jealous of Dallin and Parker being together without you?” I challenged him as I ran the suds down the long lines of his back. How was a back so sexy?
“All the time.” He responded and his answer surprised me.
“Really?” I asked in shock.
“I’m a jealous man.” He shrugged. “I always want to be involved, when I’m not, I’m envious.”
I smirked at his back as I cleaned his arms. I still couldn’t believe he was letting me wash him, I didn’t think he’d let me when I started. But now that he was, I didn’t want to ever stop. Touching him, like this, was intoxicating. I felt like a kid getting away with something I wasn’t supposed to be doing, living on the high of it while waiting for the fallout at the same time.
“I guess I can respect the honesty there,” I said, clearing my throat as I silently sank to my knees behind him.
Did I mention that Trey had one of the nicest asses I’d ever seen before too?
Like plump, didn’t even begin to describe it. As I ended up at eye level with it, I started understanding how Dallin was physically attracted to him and Parker in ways that were different than how he was attracted to me.
I ran the loofah across the back of his calf, and he twisted around to look over his shoulder at me. When he found me on my knees behind him, he clenched both hands into fists and faced forward again. “You don’t have to do this.” He stated after a moment of silence while I washed the backs of both of his thighs. His legs were parted enough that I could see his balls hanging largely between them and had to bite my bottom lip hard to keep the moan that had been building inside of my chest silent.
I hated how affected I was by him.
My body was warm and tingling all over, my nipples hard and my pussy drenched itself more and more the longer I touched him and shared his space. I ran the sponge over the firm roundness of his ass, taking far longer than was necessary to cleanse the skin simply because I enjoyed touching him.
I wanted him.
Fuck, did I want him.
I wanted to beg him to fuck my throat and then slam me up against the shower wall and fuck my brains out like the dirty girl I was.
I didn’t recognize this side of my personality, but something about him called to her.
Dallin had brought out the dirty side of me more often than I thought was possible, but this was more.
This was feral.
It was inhumane how badly I wanted Trey’s violence and darkness.
“Turn around,” I whispered, through my hazed brain. To be honest, I expected him to refuse. To yell at me and call me some degrading name, or perhaps throw a dig at me about how uninterested he was in what was happening between us at the moment.
That’s what Trey from last night and all the nights before would have done.
