Having the attention of two men on me is something I thought I’d never be comfortable with, but in all honesty, it feels liberating.
I flourish in the knowledge that Cole looks like he’s seconds away from ripping my clothes off, yet Lucas appears controlled. But the sharpness of his jaw and the grinding of his teeth each time the waiter approaches the table leads me to believe he’s just as affected.
“She rode my face like a champ on a bucking bronco.” Cole grins, making me choke on my wine. What the fuck?
The waiter stumbles as he pours the water. Then, he quickly continues, with a flush traveling up his neck.
Lucas’s eyes darken and slowly turn toward Cole with a deadly glare.
“Tastes so fucking good.” He sticks his tongue out, the piercing taunting Lucas as he wiggles it around mockingly.
“Shut up,” Lucas seethes back. The waiter’s eyes flick between the two of them, playing a deadly game with one another.
Cole chuckles. “You don’t know what you’ve been missing.” He glances up toward the waiter. “Our girl has been begging for your cum, Lucas. You just need to feed it to her. Isn’t that right, beauty?”
I shuffle in my chair, a combination of embarrassment at Cole’s blunt words in the waiter’s presence and arousal at the thought of Lucas joining us once again.
“I made her call your name while I fucked her.” His grin encompasses his smug face.
Lucas’s nostrils flare, and in a move I don’t see coming, he strikes, launching across the table. A bone-crunching crack pierces the air when his fist collides with Cole’s jaw.
“Oh shit.” I jump up from my chair and move toward them.
Lucas takes a step back as soon as I touch his shoulder. All the tension is suddenly gone, like a switch has been pressed by my simple touch.
“Are you okay?” I ask him, my eyes searching his with concern.
He nods while checking his knuckles. “Yeah.”
“You could have broken my fucking jaw!” Cole springs up from his chair.
“Cole, enough!” He stops in his tracks. “You’re taunting him. Now leave him alone.”
Cole rolls his eyes. “If he broke my jaw, you wouldn’t be able to ride my face, beauty.” He smirks, appearing completely undaunted at the recent scuffle. “Who would eat you out?” He raises an eyebrow toward Lucas daringly.
Lucas appears to be doing some deep breathing technique. “Guess you’d have to find another man to fulfill your needs,” he adds.
Lucas’s eyes flare open, and he takes a step to go around me.
I put my hand on his arm to stop him and stand on my tiptoes. His hand ghosts around my back, holding me in place. “He’s playing with you, Lucas. Don’t pay him any attention. I only want you and Cole.”
He seems to ease at my words before scanning my face for truth. I can’t help myself. I move without thinking, placing a delicate kiss to the corner of his mouth.
His body freezes, and I take a step back, realizing I’ve overstepped. He clears his throat before moving behind me. Bracing his hands on the table, he covers my back with his chest, yet only faintly touching me. His breath hits my ear, causing goose bumps to break out across my skin. “Thank you.” His voice is as low as a whisper, as smooth as silk and as hot as hell.
Lucas moves away from me, but not before grazing my ass with his solid cock. He rubs it along my ass cheek with accuracy.
He wants me to know he’s hard.
He wants me to want him. My breath hitches, and I practically pant with need.
“Come on, beauty. Let’s get you home and get that pussy fed.” Cole winks in my direction, sending a thrill through my body, and the waiter’s tray tumbles to the floor.
