Page 305 of Blackwood

I don’t say a word. Just pop the button of his shorts and tug the fabric down, slow and teasing. He lifts his hips to help, eyes on me like I’m the only thing keeping him breathing. My hand wraps around his thick velvety length and he lets out a sound—half moan, half curse—his hands fisting the sheets.

“Fuck, malyshka,” he groans, head falling back against the pillow.

His hips twitch into my palm, his breath stuttering as I stroke him in long, smooth passes. A rhythm that’s more torturethan relief. He’s watching me now, eyes dark and hungry, hand sliding into my hair like he needs something to hold on to.

“You trying to kill me?” he rasps, voice wrecked.

“Not yet,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss just beneath his hip bone, lips grazing sensitive skin.

His abs tighten. He moans again, louder this time, and I swear the sound alone makes my thighs press together. Every ounce of control he usually holds so tight is slipping, melting into the heat between us.

“I missed your hands, missed you.”

I glance up at him through my lashes, lips brushing his skin, hand still stroking. “Baby, then don’t look away.”

The scent of him fills my lungs leather, spice, and something darker, something that’s only his. My lips part and he groans, deep and guttural, one hand fisting the sheet, while the other tangles in my hair.

“Fuck, malyshka… look at you,” he moans. “So good for me. Always so goddamn good.”

His voice is pure wreckage—smoke, rust, and want. Each word slamming low in my stomach. I take him in deep, his back arching as I pump his cock in and out. I pick up my pace and his grip on my hair gets tighter.

“Malyshka, oh fuck.”

I feel Cade behind me, teasing my entrance with the tip of his cock. I let out a moan around Lex when Cade thrusts into me from behind. Stretching me inch by inch until I’m completely full.

He moves with long, sensual thrusts. His hips rolling in a rhythm that’s more art than urgency. Every inch of me claimed, every gasp drawn out like music only they know how to play.

Cade’s fingers slide between us, finding my clit with ruthless precision. He rubs slow, punishing circles that sync with every motion of his hips, the rhythm steady and maddening.

I cry out against Lex, the sound muffled by the weight of him on my tongue.

Still, I don’t stop. I suck harder, deeper, my mouth greedy for every groan he gives me. My hand claws up Lex’s chest, nails dragging across his skin desperate and wild. The pressure behind me is building fast, white-hot and unstoppable.

“Fuck, malyshka,” Lex growls. “You two… oh my God.”

I’m so close. Overwhelmed, stretched, consumed, and completely filled by the loves of my life. Cade’s hands grip my hips and his pace picks up behind me, deeper, harder, his breath hot against my back. I can feel him throb inside me, every inch pulsing with need. He’s close.

“God, sweetheart,” Cade rasps, voice thick with need, “I’m gonna come.”

His grip tightens on my hips, grounding himself, anchoring us both to the edge of something neither of us wants to come down from. Every thrust drives deeper, faster, like he’s memorizing the shape of me from the inside out.

I gasp, one hand tangled in the sheets, the other still pressed to Lex’s chest, nails digging into muscle as Cade’s other hand finds my clit again, circling just right.

“Cade,” I breathe, still muffled from Lex’s cock down my throat. The pressure coils tight in my spine, heat crashing like a wave behind my ribs.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers, lips brushing my shoulder. “Come with me, sweetheart.”

And I do. My breath stolen, everything unraveling inside me. Cade groans behind me, low and broken, his rhythm faltering as he follows me over the edge, hips stuttering, body flush against mine.

Lex looks down, his fingers still in my hair, voice dark and reverent. “Fucking art, the both of you. But you’re not done yet malyshka, get the fuck up here and sit down.”

I release Lex’s cock slowly, dragging my tongue along the length as I pull back, teasing him with one last lick from base to tip. Then I rise and straddle his hips. I hover just above him, not sinking down. Not yet.

His eyes flare. “Malyshka, what are you doing?”

I drag the head of his cock toward my pussy, teasing, grinning. “Just taking you in. Little by little.”

“Sit the fuck down, malyshka,” he growls, voice already wrecked.