Page 41 of Whips and Chains (Saint View Murder Squad #2)

Neither of us turned away. Violet moaned and writhed between us, but the heat between Levi and me was just as scalding.

“Fuck,” I groaned, kneeling.

I wanted in.

In her.

In him.

Fuck.

The drink in my hand felt like the only thing grounding me. It was almost empty, only a few mouthfuls left. I had no idea what possessed me to do it, but I rolled the lip of the bottle along Violet’s spine.

She moaned at the touch of something new, and my dick got way too fucking excited.

And my brain got way too fucking dirty.

I tipped the bottle up, letting a tiny bit of cold, amber liquid trickle onto her skin.

She gasped, then moaned when my warm tongue was there to lick it away.

So I kept going, dribbling liquid down her spine and tonguing it off, getting lower and lower, until the last few mouthfuls of beer trickled in between her ass cheeks.

The moan she let out when I followed the tiny river I’d made was the most satisfying noise I’d ever heard.

“Whip! Oh my God, you can’t…” Heat radiated from her skin.

“I can’t what, sweetheart? Tongue fuck your ass?” I chuckled. “Yeah. I can. And I’m going to until you beg me not to stop.”

If she’d been going to complain, she had stopped real fucking quick.

Levi’s eye caught mine, and there was a fire in them I’d never seen before, but I couldn’t keep my eyes on him when I was too busy making sure Violet knew how good anal could be if you did it with someone who knew what they were doing.

I flicked my tongue against her tight rear hole.

Her moans satisfied something deep inside my chest.

But my dick ached, dying to get in on the action.

She wasn’t ready for that yet. She ground back against my face, losing herself to the pleasure, and I slid a finger inside her opening.

She paused for a moment, but this wasn’t the first time she’d taken this much. She moved again, almost as quickly as she’d stopped. “More,” she groaned.

I had no idea if she meant more of me or more of Levi. But it was damn hard not to line my cock up with her entrance and give her both of us.

But I refused to go too fast and hurt her. I was big. A lot bigger than a finger or an ass plug. She needed to take one of those before I could even think about giving her my cock.

Without a word, though like he was having the same thoughts, Levi jerked his head toward the bedside table I’d had my beer resting on. I opened it, hoping for a plug.

The thought of Levi jerking his cock in here alone, working a plug in his free hand, nearly had me coming on the spot.

But of course, Mister I’m Not into Guys didn’t have a shiny silver plug sitting in his drawer.

But there was a tube of lube.

I plucked it up, squirting a dollop of it between Violet’s cheeks and rubbing it in with my fingers.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “Whip. Fuck me. Please.”

I shook my head. “Not yet, sweetheart. Soon. But I gotta make sure you can take me there.”

She panted and moaned, fighting the grip Levi had on her hips.

She wanted to be fucked fast. I could see it in the strain of her muscles. She was close to coming, and she wanted to get over the line.

But Levi and I were both on the same page. He still had his cock buried deep in her pussy, but he was clearly getting off on drawing this out as much as I was. He’d slowed her right down, so she was full of him, but she wasn’t getting the friction she needed to come.

Not yet anyway.

I was about to push a second lubed up finger into her ass, but the empty beer bottle that had fallen onto the mattress stopped me.

The narrow opening and gradually widening neck was not entirely unlike the plug I’d been hoping to find in Levi’s drawer.

Precum wept from my tip, my cock desperate to be the one inside that opening I’d widened with my fingers.

But the bottle was a good in-between.

And suddenly all I could think about was fucking her with it.

I picked it up and dragged it down her spine again.

But this time I didn’t stop. I drew it between her ass cheeks, coating it in the lubricant I’d squirted there.

She froze.

I nudged it against her hole. “Trust me,” I whispered.

“I do,” she murmured back.

A sick sense of satisfaction rolled through me at the complete and utter honesty in her voice. She was such a fucking good girl, and she clearly liked being directed in bed.

And I liked bossing her around.

Liked that she didn’t fight me, the way Levi did.

Though even he wasn’t fighting me for once. We were instinctively working together, making sure this was all about Violet.

I ran my hand along her spine, guiding her back down onto Levi.

“Kiss her,” I demanded.

He shot me a dirty look over her shoulder, clearly pissed I was bossing him around too, and the corner of my mouth flickered in amusement.

Because for all the big, hardened, ex-prisoner was complaining, he did what I said, putting one hand to the back of Violet’s neck and drawing her down toward his mouth again.

He whispered words of encouragement to her, until she fell down on his lips, the two of them reconnecting there, while his cock was still buried deep in her pussy.

But neither of them moved, other than their mouths.

Violet’s sweet, curvy, dimpled ass was right there, open to me, just begging to be filled.

I nudged the tip of the bottle inside, unable to take my eyes off her body as she took it so easily.

She was into this. So fucking into it.

But I went gently and slowly anyway, giving her tiny little movements, stroking her insides with the smooth glass of the bottle, edging more and more of it inside her and watching her ass stretch around the gradually widening neck.

“Ohh,” she moaned on Levi’s lips. She turned her head, so I saw her eyes roll back. “Oh, God!”

“That’s it, baby,” Levi murmured, slowly starting to grind beneath her again. “Just relax. Let us do all the work.”

Her legs trembled around him, and he started up a slow thrust in and out of her pussy. I matched it with the bottle, obsessed with training her ass to take more and more of it, and faster and faster, until my thrusts were just as fast and deep as his.

I found my dick with my free hand, pumping it in time, all three of us in unison. My fingers were still slick with lube, and I thrust into them, needing the fucking release that was building so deep inside me it felt like it was strangling my balls.

“Whip!” she shouted. “I need to come!”

I was a greedy asshole, but I wanted that orgasm on my cock. And she was taking so much of that bottle I knew she could take me just as well.

“I want to fuck your ass, sweetheart. Tell me I can.”

“Yes! Oh God, yes!”

The bottle fell to the floor, bouncing off the carpet and rolling away under the bed.

And I replaced it with my dick, sliding inside her as gently as I could but groaning hard when I bottomed out, because of the way she thrust back against me.

Her scream of pleasure ripped through the room.

Her orgasm squeezed my cock tight, and there was zero hanging on for either me or Levi.

Both of us had been on edge since the moment we’d walked in here, and I could tell from the agonized look on his face that he was battling for control just as bad as I was.

But Violet coming meant the two of us could let go as well.

I came hard, thrusting into her ass, trying to be gentle but probably giving her too much for her first time. But I couldn’t stop, her moans of pleasure fueling me, urging me on, telling me she wanted this just as much as I did.

And so I let go of everything.

Let go and just let myself feel whatever it was I felt.

I was still feeling it when, completely spent, I got off the bed, grabbed my clothes, and got the hell out of that room, the door slamming behind me.