“I’m very demanding when it comes to my toys…” He pressed her knees wide, shifting his gaze to her pussy as it spread open. “I need to explore every function.”
“Oh…yeah.” Her voice was sultry and breathless.
He shot her one quick glance that made her shiver before focusing on her spread body again. She was riveted by the sight of him standing over her. He sank down to his knees as the song ended and another one began. The shower was still going full blast, steam rolling around the ceiling in a soft cloud.
But none of it mattered as he hovered over her spread sex, his breath teasing her clit before he opened his mouth and laid his tongue on her.
She moaned. A hard sound that was wrung from her.
“I love the sounds you make.”
She forced her eyelids up and found him looking up at her. He teased her with a fingertip, dipping into her slit and rimming the opening to her pussy. “Love knowing I make you make them.”
He thrust up inside her, and she whimpered, needing so much more. She tightened around him, trying to grip his finger.
He let out a groan. “You gotta do that to my dick.”
“Sit your ass back down, and I will,” she promised.
His lips curled. “You’re not asking very nicely.”
“You don’t want me to be nice,” she responded in a sugary-sweet tone.
His face tightened savagely and he gave in and sat next to her. She rolled over to get to his cock. Cupping his balls, she captured the entire head inside her mouth before he got a grip on her shoulders. She swirled her tongue around the thick crest on his head before pulling free. She kept her grip on his balls and squeezed as she made eye contact with him.
“You make a nice toy, Syon Braden,” she cooed.
He cupped her butt and settled her over his cock. “Play with this part of me.”
He pushed her down onto his length. She gasped, the penetration setting loose a slight twinge of discomfort.
He held her still, his cock buried to the hilt inside her.
“Sore?”
She shrugged.
He studied her for a moment before his lips rose into a very satisfied grin. She slapped his shoulder.
“Don’t be so pleased with yourself, savage.”
He lifted her and let her slide down his cock as his lips parted. “Can’t help it. You loved every second of getting that way.”
She was seated completely on his length again and tightened her internal muscles around him. He sucked in a breath, his grin fading.
“So did you.”
“Yeah, a whole lot,” he agreed.
He shifted beneath her, lifting her and thrusting into her again before she clamped her thighs around him and held herself down long enough to tighten her muscles around his cock again.
He jerked, his breathing becoming harsh. “I’m still going to eat you out.”
She wasn’t sure if it was a promise or a threat, but it set off a tremor inside her.
“I might beat you to that one.” She tightened again and again before he lifted her and hammered several hard thrusts into her. She was sinking into that vortex again, her insides melting into an inferno of need. But she wasn’t finished. She looked him straight in the eye. “Be…the one…to hear you…groaning.”
“We’ll see.”
“We sure will,” she promised.
But thoughts were drifting away again. She fought to maintain control, tightening around him and wringing hard sounds of enjoyment out of him. All the while he held her in place and lifted up to penetrate her, hitting her G-spot with just enough force to push her closer and closer to climax. She needed it now, instead of just craving it.
“That is…fucking…intense,” he groaned out.
She was going to need another shower, because the effort was making her sweat. She tightened and released; he lifted and thrust; she twisted her legs around him tighter and fought to stay seated on his cock. Her clit was throbbing madly, so close to release, but his cock was iron hard now, ready to burst. She struggled to hold back the orgasm, just long enough for her to grip him one final time.
His jaw was tight, his head tilted back, and his lips curled away from his teeth. His fingers were digging into her buns as she felt him giving in. He was thrusting into her, little pistoning motions of his cock that rubbed the hard length against her clit. His come started to burn against her insides as she was ripped away from everything and tossed into a wave of pleasure. It rolled her and sucked her down. She clung to him, the only solid thing in her world as the orgasm tore through her and left her gasping.
* * *
Ramsey was in the suite when they stepped out of the bathroom.
Kate shrieked, recoiling and falling back into Syon.
“What the fuck?”
He lifted her off her feet and went right through the bathroom doorway without a second’s hesitation, setting her on her feet in the hallway.
“Ramsey is here,” she groused at him, trying to wiggle free and get back into the bathroom.
“He’s like a cat, always shows up when the food does. That’s why I ordered so much,” Syon explained like it was no big deal his band buddy was sitting there while she was naked. He wouldn’t get out of the way, but kept moving down the hallway, pushing her closer to Ramsey with every step.
Accepting defeat, Kate pushed away from Syon and hightailed it around the corner and back into the bedroom.
“I’ll purr if you pet me,” Ramsey called after her.
She slammed the door in reply. Her face was flaming, but the food smelled so good. Her belly grumbled loudly, and she cursed before dressing and opening the door.
He’d already seen everything she had. But her cheeks remained on fire as she approached the table. Ramsey made a low sound under his breath. One that sounded like a purr. She shot him a deadly look.
“There is way too much blood in my caffeine system at the moment,” she warned him. “I might just pack you off to the vet to be spayed.”
He smirked at her. “Naw. You like cock too much for that.”
Syon reached over and thumped him on the head. “Not yours.”
Ramsey gave him a “get real” look. “She hasn’t had a sample yet, so how do you know?”
“Well, second place is first loser,” Syon informed him smugly.
“I’m in an alternate dimension,” Kate said.
They both flashed her grins, unconcerned with her sanity dilemma. She decided to look at what was offered for breakfast.
At one in the afternoon.
Room service had outdone themselves. Or at least the waiter had made sure his tip was going to be big by bringing up a huge amount of food. The table was covered in dishes. Ramsey and Syon had flipped off the stainless steel covers on some of them and were sitting back, chowing down. There were carafes of juice and insulated pitchers of hot beverages.
Ramsey offered her a lazy grin and picked up one of the pitchers. “Coffee?”
Kate grabbed a mug and used a second pitcher to fill it. She took a long sip before shooting Ramsey a hard look. “Let’s discuss some ground rules.”
He sat the pitcher down and picked up his fork. “Think I might have pissed off your girly.”
Syon pushed a chair out for her with his foot. “Eat, Kate. Ramsey is…how did you put it last night? Jerking your chain.”
“Very funny.” But she choked on a giggle. “It is funny. In a payback-is-a-bitch sort of way.” She pulled a cover off a plate and investigated the contents.
Ramsey snorted and smirked at her when she cut him a glare. Syon had his mouth full of scrambled eggs, but his eyes were glittering with amusement. They were like a pair of eight-year-olds, friends to the end. It made them both adorable in a crazy way that tugged on her heartstrings. Syon had his guard down—completely down—and she realized it was a privilege to get to see him this way. She suddenly understood Ramsey’s attitude during his fitting a lot better. They really were tight, and that was something she knew the value of. Friendships like that didn’t come along every day.