Page 151 of Shadow Waltz
Behind me, Adrian was working Ash over with an artist’s attention, his big hands kneading Ash’s muscles, his mouth trailing fire down Ash’s bared, blindfolded body. “You like it when someone takes control?” Adrian murmured, voice a caress. “You like being seen? Worshipped?”
Ash’s answer was a choked, needy noise. “Yes—please. Want your hands everywhere.”
Adrian smiled and dragged his tongue down the ridge of Ash’s biceps, pausing to worship every line and scar, every bit ofhard-earned strength. “You’re beautiful, Ash. Strong and soft in all the right places.”
Ash whimpered, arching his chest toward Adrian’s mouth. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
I glanced over my shoulder, catching the way Ash’s cock stood hard and flushed, the way Adrian’s fingers caressed and cupped, sliding lower to stroke his thighs and hips, kneading every muscle like a promise.
Turning back to Noah, I leaned in and let my teeth sink into his shoulder, then soothed the bite with a slow lick. I ran my hands down his arms, feeling the strength in his biceps, the tension in his forearms as he flexed against the ropes.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” I said, letting the truth of it spill out. “All this muscle, all this strength—tied up just for me.”
Noah chuckled, voice gone rough and needy. “Then do something about it.”
I did—trailing my hands down his sides, over his hips, squeezing his ass, loving the feel of his body shifting under my touch. I knelt behind him, spreading his thighs, biting and kissing a path along the curve of his ass, leaving bruises and marks that made him shudder.
“You want it rough, you said,” I teased, lips brushing his skin. “But I want you to beg for it.”
Noah groaned, writhing against the ropes, cock leaking precome onto the sheets. “Fuck, Luka—please, just do it—touch me, taste me, fuck me—whatever you want.”
I ran my tongue along the seam of his ass, tasting sweat and skin, feeling him shudder with anticipation. I licked him open, slow and filthy, tongue pressing in as far as I could, savoring the way he whimpered, begged, pushed back.
Adrian’s voice again, rougher now, “That’s it, Luka. He loves it when you use your mouth. Don’t hold back—give him what he wants.”
I reached between Noah’s legs, stroking his cock with one hand, teasing his hole with my tongue, then slid in a slicked finger, working him open as he panted and moaned. “You’re so fucking tight,” I growled, loving the way he clenched around me. “You ever been stretched by someone bigger?”
Noah gasped, writhing. “Just you. You’re the only one who makes me feel this full.”
“Good.” I pushed in a second finger, scissoring, then stroked his cock in time, feeling him shake. “I want you begging for it. I want you coming from nothing but my mouth and my hands.”
Noah’s breath caught, hips trembling. “Please, Luka—please. I want it. Need it so bad.”
I kissed his spine, letting him feel my smile against his skin, before slowly withdrawing my fingers. My hands found the knots at his wrists and, with practiced ease, began to untie him. The ropes left faint marks—circles of possession, evidence of trust. I rubbed each wrist as it came free, gently massaging the skin, letting him know he was safe, seen, and wanted. Noah melted into the touch, turning his face to mine and catching my mouth in a quick, grateful kiss.
“Knees,” I whispered, nodding toward the thick carpet by the bed.
He obeyed, kneeling gracefully, his eyes dark with hunger and anticipation. His body gleamed with sweat and arousal, muscles flexing as he looked up at me, awaiting my next move.
Across the room, Adrian cradled Ash close, hands broad and steady on Ash’s hips. “You like to worship, don’t you?” he murmured, fingers guiding Ash down until he knelt between Adrian’s open thighs. “I want you to show me how much you appreciate what you see.”
Ash’s hands found Adrian’s legs, trailing upward over powerful thighs, then up to his abs, fingers spread wide as he admired every line. Ash glanced up, blindfolded but unafraid,his lips parted in a reverent smile. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he breathed, tongue flicking out to trace the line of Adrian’s hipbone.
Adrian’s cock was hard and flushed, standing proud against his belly. Ash stroked him with slow, teasing hands, squeezing at the base before letting his tongue wander upward, licking a stripe from root to tip. Adrian groaned, his hands threading into Ash’s hair, not forcing, just encouraging, guiding Ash to move at his own pace.
“That’s it,” Adrian rumbled. “Worship every inch. I want to feel your mouth, your tongue—show me what you want.”
Ash obeyed, licking along the shaft, kissing the head, letting spit and need make it sloppy, unhurried, almost devotional. He sucked Adrian’s balls, nuzzling and mouthing, humming softly with every touch. Adrian’s body responded, shuddering beneath the attention, every muscle taut, abs flexing as he surrendered to the pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you?” Ash murmured, voice thick with pride and want. “You like being taken apart, knowing you’re wanted.”
Adrian’s laughter was rough, approving. “I love it. You’re so fucking good at this. Take me deeper—let me see how much you can handle.”
Ash slid Adrian’s cock into his mouth, slow and steady, taking him deep until his lips pressed to the base, throat flexing as he swallowed. Adrian grunted, hips rolling, his hand stroking Ash’s cheek, praise spilling from his lips. “That’s it—good boy, just like that. You make it look so easy.”
Meanwhile, Noah knelt obediently at my feet, eyes wide, lips parted in anticipation. I ran my thumb over his mouth, feeling the heat of his breath. “Open up,” I said softly, guiding my cock to his lips.
He opened eagerly, taking me in, tongue swirling, head bobbing as I slid deep into his throat. His hands found my thighs, gripping tight, and I felt the tremor of need that ran through him. I stroked his hair, encouraging, letting him set the pace, loving the slick heat of his mouth.