“No more waiting,” he growled. The two of them were turning him into a reckless animal—Reese with her scorching body rubbing all over his bared aroused one, and Sloan with his impenetrable gaze and commanding nature.
The other man’s eyes dropped to Rylan’s cock and . . . lingered? Rylan felt himself swell even thicker, which wasn’t that much of a surprise. He’d shared plenty of women and wasn’t at all shy about showing his dick to anyone who was interested in looking.
But there was something electric in Sloan’s gaze, something that spoke to Rylan directly.
Sloan’s inspection moved from Rylan’s body to Reese’s. She stood flushed, panting, and ready. A lioness ready to pounce. But neither of them moved. It was as if they couldn’t, not without Sloan’s approval.
And Sloan withheld that blessing for long, silent moments while the air grew thin, Rylan’s blood thickened, and his pounding heartbeat grew so loud it was all he could hear.
He was choking on his lust, goddamn it. Close to coming from Reese’s mere proximity and the intensity of Sloan’s stare.
Had he ever been this turned on before?
No. Not ever.
Not with all the partners he’d had before. Not with Connor and Hudson. Not with Jamie. Not with anyone.
If he didn’t get his dick into something, he was going to shoot all over the floor. His hand drifted down to his shaft, a movement that neither Sloan nor Reese missed. Reese let out a whimper of need, which snapped Sloan to action.
“On your knees, Reese,” the big man ordered. “I want to see his cock in your throat.”
Holy shit. Rylan moved his hand to his balls and squeezed, hoping the sharp pain would drive away the urge to come.
His agony drew a rough laugh from Reese, who was lowering herself to the wooden floorboards. Before her knees hit the ground, Sloan called a halt. “Wait.”
“Goddammit,” Rylan cursed, because Reese’s mouth was inches from his pained shaft.
“What’s wrong?” She looked at Sloan with concern.
He directed his answer to Rylan. “Put your pants on the floor. Her knees don’t need to be torn up.” Taking care of Reese was clearly Sloan’s number one concern, and he showed it all of the time.
“She’s not going to be on her knees that long,” Rylan grunted, but he still reached for the pants he’d discarded and did as Sloan ordered, because he didn’t want to mar any of that precious skin either.
Once the pants were in place, Reese knelt down and finally, finally put her capable hands around him.
Rylan closed his eyes and summoned up the last threads of his self-control. He didn’t know how he did it. He truly didn’t. When her hot, wet mouth closed around his tip, it was a miracle that he didn’t shoot his wad immediately. But he wanted to feel exactly what Sloan had ordered Reese to do—her swallowing him whole.
Reese didn’t spend a lot of time prolonging the torture. She obviously knew how close to the edge he already was, because she opened her mouth, made a bed of her tongue, and took him in. She paused, just for a second, when the pierced head hit the back of her throat. Long enough for Sloan to interject another command.
“Open your throat, sweetheart. Man wants to fuck your face. Let’s see what he’s got.”
She laughed again, and this time Rylan felt the sound reverberate around his cock. Jesus, he was going to embarrass himself.
“Rylan, eyes on me.”
His eyes flicked open at Sloan’s command, and Reese retreated.
“What?” He growled with impatience. His barely wet dick was twitching with need.
“You do not come until I tell you to. Reese has wanted this for a long time. You gonna ruin that for her by coming too soon?”
They stared at each other until Rylan found his head and his footing. He widened his stance, took a deep breath, and said, “No. I have a little self-control.” He gave them both a rueful smile. “Not much, but enough to give you what you want.”
He wasn’t sure who he was talking to anymore. The two of them were more of a unit than he’d realized. No matter who Reese ended up with—if she ended up with anyone—Sloan would always be there. And Rylan found he didn’t care much. Sloan was a good man. He’d pick that steady hand to be at his back any day of the week.
“Are you two done sorting out the rules?” Reese mocked. “If I knew this was going to be a production, I would’ve picked Beckett.”
That got Rylan’s attention. He’d waited too long to lose out now. He cupped the back of her head and threaded his fingers through her hair. “Suck,” he said.
She sucked. Hard. The hot suction made his eyes roll to the back of his head. Her tongue flicked over his piercing and then her teeth captured it, lightly tugging at the silver barbell and summoning a desperate sound from him. Oh shit. He wasn’t sure he’d survive this.