Page 35 of Second Sets Omnibus

“Use us, River,” I demand in a deep voice, feeling it the moment her mossy green eyes spear through me with intense heat, boiling my insides to molten levels. “However, you want,” I beg, palming myself, trying to keep my dick from showing how desperate I am for her to ride my goddamn face. “Ride my face,” I practically moan, wishing she'd take her shorts off and stick her pussy in my face.

She swallows hard as her pupils dilate, nearly blackening her entire eye. “Take off your clothes,” she demands with a hunger building in the back of her darkening moss-green eyes.

“And me?” Rad practically begs, palming her tits again with fascination. His dark eyes twinkle with desire, dilating with the need to fuck her senselessly.

Same dude. Same.

“No touching,” she says, glancing back at him with authority. Letting us know she's the one in charge and no one else.

He drops his hands and nods with compliance when she says it. Rad would never take a woman against her will or push her limits. He respects everyone. Especially after the girl he helped save years ago, he's been traumatized ever since knowing what she went through and so brutally.

“You only get to watch right now.” His Adam's apple bobs, and he nods with understanding, taking a step back.

“You're the queen of this domain, Pretty Girl,” he murmurs, taking a step back toward the desk, leaning against it with a cool, relaxed expression. But his eyes hone on her every move.

I lift on my knees, lifting my shirt over my head. “On your feet,” she whispers, putting two fingers beneath my chin. I rise to my feet at the command, nearly coming in my pants, when she flicks the button of my jeans open.

My abdomen jumps under her touch as her fingertips play in the dark happy trail leading to my throbbing dick. If she touches it, I’m going to cum in her hand. Jesus. Get a grip, K. You have to last longer than three seconds in her presence. But I guess If there was one woman to take me that far, it'd be River. I'd happily let her destroy my dignity in one stroke. Even in front of Rad. I'd never hear the end of it but fuck it.

“Don’t cum,” she whispers, staring directly into my eyes as she reaches into the depths of my pants and strokes me with heavy pressure, squeezing when she reaches the tip. Her thumb brushes over my weeping slit, spreading my pre-cum.

Fuck.

Yeah. Don't cum. Easier said than done. A tingle works down my spine, and I swear my balls tighten when her grip tightens around me. An inhuman noise bubbles in my throat. I can't help it when I toss my head back, and it falls from my lips. Fuck. Shit. This isn't good. I'm going to spew into her hand. Think of something else. Anything else but her hand wrapped perfectly around me…

Earlier today, I made her ride my fingers until she came harder than any woman I’ve ever met. Her pussy squeezed, clamped down, and marked my fingers as hers to use. The moment I got into the SUV and got home, my dick ached with the most extreme pain, begging me to touch him. He wanted to cum in my fist with her memory on my mind. But I refused. I wouldn't cum until I was nestled deep inside her cunt.

I grit my teeth when she cups my balls with her other hand in the tight confines of my jeans. My breaths come in short pants, and I swear my balls tighten toward my body, and pre-cum drips from my tip like a faucet. Fuck. Hell. I'm going to blow.

Using my pre-cum, she spreads it all around as her mouth attaches to my nipple and sucks it between her teeth. Thesensitive shit lights me on fire, and I jerk in her hand, desperate for more friction.

“If you don’t want me to cum, you’re going to have to stop that,” I gasp; my hips thrust forward into her hand repeatedly until I'm basically rutting into her warm palm.

Stars burst behind my eyes. The world around me melts away, leaving just the two of us in this compromising position, with her hand around my dick and that mischievous smirk pulling at the edges of her lips. Every muscle tightens in my body with anticipation. Waiting and waiting for her to make her next move. Waiting and waiting for her to give me permission to finally fucking come.

I heave a heavy breath of disappointment when she pulls her hands away. When her warmth leaves me, I'm begging for more like an addict. My lips pop open, a whine on the tip of my tongue about to beg for more of her touch when she mumbles something, pulling my boxers and jeans down my legs, leaving me to work them over my shoes and toss them aside.

She bites her lip and dips her head, running her tongue over my tip. I blink, staring at the water-stained ceiling, and count to one hundred. If I concentrate on the end of her tongue tracing every protruding vein or the way her lips pop over my tip and suck it into her mouth, I'll cum—everywhere.

“Fuck,” Rad rasps from behind me, groaning when she takes me deep in her throat.

I grit my teeth harder, probably cracking a damn tooth in the process. Her throat relaxes and tightens around my tip, and she hums her approval. Fuck. Her forehead meets my abdomen when she takes me in the back of her throat, leaving it there as she hums a damn song.

Hold your shit together, Kieran. Don't let that tempting fucking throat ruin the fun you're about to have.

Her mouth detaches from my dick with a pop, and she stands before me with a heavenly smirk. Her chin glistens with saliva and pre-cum, dripping from her swollen lips into the floor and creating a small wet spot. Her tongue darts out, licking it all up, and she swallows hard.

"Lick it up," she whispers, pointing to the spot on the floor with lustful eyes, awaiting my answer.

My body shivers at her command, goosebumps puckering across my flesh. My eyes flash, darting to the small spot on the ground. Without a second thought, I glide my tongue across our mixed essence and suck it up.

"Good boy," she murmurs, rubbing her fingers through my hair and tightening her grip. With force, she yanks my head back. “Get on your knees,” she whispers, lust swimming in the depths of her voice, making it husky with need. “And you stay there.” She points to Rad, who hasn’t moved a muscle.

“Yes, Pretty Girl,” he rasps. “Whatever you say.”

I sink to my bare knees again, placing my naked ass on the heels of my shoes.

“On second thought,” she says, flicking her eyes to Rad. “Undress me.” Rad doesn’t have to be told twice when he comes into view behind her, running his hands along the edges of her work uniform. She cranes her neck, allowing his lips to graze her flesh when he pulls at the ends of her shirt and lifts it over her head.