Page 152 of Shadow Waltz
“That’s it, Noah. Just like that. You take me so well—so fucking pretty on your knees.”
Noah hummed in response, sucking harder, mouth warm and wet as he worked me with practiced skill. I let my head fall back, savoring the sensation, the sight of him worshipping me with every flick of his tongue.
Adrian and I locked eyes across the space between us—a silent acknowledgment, a surge of shared pride in the men at our knees. Ash was lost in the rhythm of Adrian’s body, hands worshipping every inch, mouth and lips working in perfect harmony with every praise, every quiet command. Adrian rocked his hips, fucking gently into Ash’s mouth, letting him breathe, letting him shine.
Noah’s hands moved up, exploring my body, tracing abs and chest, kneading muscle as he sucked me deep. I tangled my hand in his hair, steady but gentle, meeting his gaze with every thrust.
I let myself savor the sight—Noah’s lips stretched wide around me, his cheeks hollowed with effort and want, the sweet tension in his brow as he focused on my pleasure. His hands slid up to my waist, then drifted lower, squeezing my thighs, nails digging in just enough to make me shiver. He was hungry for touch, for the raw approval he found in every whispered praise, every gentle tug of my fingers through his hair.
Behind us, Ash was still on his knees, Adrian standing before him like a statue come to life, broad and commanding, the light casting golden shadows across the cut of his chest and arms. Ash’s mouth and hands worked in unison, worshipful and greedy, leaving a trail of saliva and adoration across Adrian’sskin. Adrian’s hand curled at the nape of Ash’s neck, a silent anchor and invitation. Every now and then, Adrian would guide Ash to the side, letting his lips wander up over the ridges of his abs, then down to the crease of his hip. He never forced, just guided, offering control in the way only someone truly dominant could.
I pulled gently from Noah’s mouth, brushing my thumb across his swollen lips. “You want more?” I asked, teasing, tracing his jaw with my knuckles.
Noah’s smile was wicked. “Always.”
I stood, helping him up from his knees, then glanced over at Adrian, who nodded in silent understanding. He reached for a leather-wrapped paddle from the kink alcove and handed it to me, his eyes full of challenge and encouragement. “Let’s make them feel everything,” he murmured, his hand lingering on my forearm—a grounding touch, a shared secret.
Adrian then selected a bottle of warming lube and a set of gleaming metal plugs, each one beautifully weighted, their jeweled bases catching the light. He passed a medium-sized one to Ash, brushing his knuckles down Ash’s cheek. “You ready to play, sweetheart?”
Ash, cheeks flushed from praise and pleasure, nodded with enthusiasm. “Want you to use me. Want you both.”
Noah caught my gaze, eyes flicking to the plug in my other hand. “Put it in, Luka. Please. Make me feel full before you even fuck me.”
I stroked his back, letting my fingers drag down his spine. “All fours, Noah. Show me how pretty you look.”
He obeyed, crawling onto the bed and arching his back, his ass high and inviting. I knelt behind him, drizzling lube over the metal, letting it warm in my hand, then pressed the cool, slick tip to his entrance. Noah shuddered, a sharp gasp slipping from hislips as I slowly eased the plug inside, feeling the resistance, the stretch, then the sweet, tight embrace as he took it all.
“God, Luka, yes,” he moaned, head dropping, arms trembling with need. “Fuck, that’s perfect.”
I smoothed a hand over his ass, admiring the jeweled base nestled between his cheeks. I grabbed the paddle, dragging it across the sensitive skin. “Ready for a little more?”
He looked back over his shoulder, grinning, eyes wild. “Do your worst.”
I delivered a gentle swat, just enough to make him jump, then soothed the sting with a caress. I alternated strokes and soft touches, building a rhythm that left Noah gasping and arching, pleasure blooming across his skin in red heat.
Ash, emboldened by Adrian’s praise, crawled onto the bed as well, presenting himself on all fours next to Noah. Adrian slicked his fingers, teasing Ash’s hole with gentle, circling strokes, working him open with patience and care. “You want a plug too, Ash?” Adrian asked, voice deep and kind.
Ash nodded, biting his lip. “Please. I want to match.”
Adrian slid the plug in, slow and deliberate, his free hand stroking Ash’s lower back. Ash moaned, hips rocking, savoring the sensation. “You look fucking gorgeous like this,” Adrian said, running his hand down Ash’s spine, then leaning forward to press a kiss to the small of his back.
I watched, breathless, as Adrian let his mouth wander over Ash’s skin, teeth scraping along the edge of his hip. “You two look incredible side by side. Our perfect boys, ready and wanting.”
Noah wriggled, grinning at Ash. “Who do you think can last longer?”
Ash shot him a playful glare. “Me. Always me.”
“Wanna bet?” Noah teased.
Adrian laughed, catching my eye, then leaned over Ash, kissing him slow and filthy. Their mouths slid together, tongues tangling, Ash moaning into Adrian’s mouth as Adrian squeezed his ass, thumb tracing around the jeweled base of the plug. I knelt behind Noah, mirroring Adrian’s actions, kissing a trail from Noah’s lower back down to his thighs, alternating between soft licks and sharp nips.
I reached for a bullet vibrator from the shelf, clicking it on low. “Ever try this with a plug in?” I murmured, pressing it gently to the base of the toy.
Noah shuddered, back arching. “Holy fuck—Luka—don’t you dare stop.”
I grinned, pressing the vibe in slow circles, letting the tremors roll through his body. I traced the paddle across his inner thighs, teasing him with the promise of more.
Adrian glanced over, a spark in his eyes. “Let’s swap.” He rose, crossed to my side, and captured my mouth in a bruising, claiming kiss. Our bodies pressed together, heat surging between us. His hands slid into my hair, tugging gently, and I pressed back, letting the taste of Ash and power and pleasure mix on my tongue.