“Hey,” Van said gently, touching his leg, shooting electric sparks over his oversensitive skin. “Let me help you.”
Josh glanced down at his shockingly red and swollen erection jutting from beneath the ropes, his balls so tight they’d disappeared into his body. His brain muddled, and his body overheated. Was this the plan? Work him up to the point that he’d accept Van’s touch?
He raised his head, meant to search her eyes, but couldn’t see past the drugging beauty of her flesh wrapped around the thrusting dildo.
God forgive him, he jerked his chin up and down, breathless, lost to lust, crazed in his urgency to climax.
“Open your mouth.” Van’s words breathed in his ear. “Accept my kiss.”
Anything to keep that man away from her. He stretched his jaw, instantly, wantonly, his butt flexing around the plug. Lips captured his, tongues whipping and battling for control. Exhales pummeling in the hot trap of their sealed mouths. Van’s breath was sour and terrifyingly sweet. They kissed like they would fight. Rough, merciless, impassioned. And seething with rage.
A large hand gripped his erection, and he surged up on his knees, slamming his cock into the clench of fingers. With Van’s head angled to the side, Josh kept his eyes glued on her clasp of skin as it stretched around the toy. Was she imagining the dildo was him?
He thrust his hips, having sex with her in his mind, panting noisily, his peak coiling tighter and tighter. Almost there—
“You will not come.” Her voice rasped at the edge of his awareness.
Frustration slammed into his gut. The hand on his cock was an extension of his own hand, stroking him at a hard and consistent pace. The tongue in this mouth shoved and licked.
He hung on the precipice, balancing, trembling to rush forward. Her command was unbearable. No coming without permission. No coming without—
Ughhh, her pink folds looked so wet, her toned thighs flexing, her fingered grip on the dildo blanching her knuckles. He wasn’t going to make it. He tensed against it. Focused on the heat of Van’s mouth, the coarse stubble scratching over his jaw.
“Come, boy.” She panted. “Come for your Mistress.”
Her command tore the orgasm from every frenzied nerve inside him, surging forth in powerful, shivering waves. He rocked into the fist around his cock, his fingers digging into the rope on his torso, pressing into the man’s mouth on his, and moaned a hoarse, strained exhale.
His body tingled, trembled, sighed. He collapsed, shoulders deflating, the plug pressing against his heels, throbbing to the beat of his blood.
She set the dildo aside, squatted before him, and removed the cloth from her face. Van raised his arm, his wrist striped with come, and licked it clean in one swipe.
Josh shuddered. Seriously, that was jacked up.
Van held out his tongue, lathered in semen, and leaned toward Liv.
What the unholy hell? She wouldn’t. No way.
Her moment of hesitation passed quickly. She caught his jaw between her hands and drew his tongue into her mouth, her eyes squeezed shut.
Every muscle in Josh’s body stiffened, the urge to interfere overwhelming. He trusted her intentions. She was playing a game. He bit down on his cheek and waited.
When Van’s hand shoved between her thighs, his fingers slipping inside her, Josh jerked forward.
She broke the kiss, caught Van’s wrist, and pushed his hand away.
“Thanks for the burgers, Van.” She rose, gathered up the trash, and entered the code at the door.
A red flush stormed over Van’s expression. He stood, yanking his jeans into place, and strode toward her, his voice low. “You’re sleeping with me. Get him out of the ropes. I’ll wait.”
CHAPTER 26
Fear, anger, and jealousy stormed through Josh, pulling at his insides and squeezing his ribs tight. He strained his eyes to keep his chin down while glaring over his shoulder.
Liv’s arms lolled at her sides, her head tilted up, her face a blank canvas. “Another time, Van. I’m working.” She smiled, but it was tight at the corners. “You owe me an orgasm. Don’t think I won’t collect.”
Van raised his hand, caught a few strands of her loose hair in his fist, and yanked. His eyes flicked to Josh.
Crap. Josh dropped his gaze, praying he didn’t rouse suspicion about his obedience.
“Okay, Liv.” Van sighed, his voice tired. “Get through the meeting tomorrow. Then come to me.”
The unmistakable smack of lips followed, colliding with wet sucking sounds. The door clicked shut.
The gravity of what Josh had just participated in settled like lead in his gut. The burger and fries gurgled to come up. He jumped to his feet. “He needs a damned padded room.”
She slumped against the door, her stoic mask falling away, exposing the heartbreaking expression of a trapped woman. Her eyes fluttered shut.
He moved to her, the rope web pulling on his thighs, the plug rubbing sore tissues. He leaned into her space, frustrated he couldn’t hold her, and pressed his forehead against hers. “It worked, at least.”
“For now. We still have to get through tomorrow.”
And the next nine weeks. He inhaled the scent of her skin at her temple and let her closeness soothe his nerves.
“Do you resent what I did tonight?” Her voice was small, unsteady.
His sins were mounting. Of course, he hadn’t been given a choice, but he orgasmed in another man’s fist. Did it really matter in the scope of their situation?
“No, Liv. You got me past some pretty big barriers. If I hadn’t been so horny for you”—he dropped his head on her shoulder, laughed, groaned—“that would’ve gone much worse.” He straightened and looked into her eyes. “What was the semen-licking thing about?”
A ragged sigh pushed past her lips. “It’s his thing. He does it during training sessions. In the past, it wasn’t a battle I’d chosen to fight. Changing that tonight would’ve stirred up questions about us.”
Us. The sound of that stirred up all kinds of questions. But that was for another time.
Her hand traveled over his butt and gripped the plastic base of the
