His eyes stayed open as he watched her play with him. Then those gorgeous lips wrapped tight around him and she swallowed him down again. The noises she was making were unbelievable. Delicate whimpers and breathy moans, as she took him deep in long, lazy pulls.
Rylan registered the sound of Sloan’s laughter. He looked at the other man with damn near helplessness, wanting to warn him how close he was, to beg him for permission to let go.
Permission. Since when did he ask for permission for anything, from anyone? He would’ve been angry about it if his dick wasn’t in heaven right now, wet and worshipped by Reese’s eager mouth.
She swatted at the hand he was using to cup his balls and took its place, squeezing his sac, kneading and toying and tormenting while her mouth tested every shred of his patience. When she released him abruptly, he almost wept.
“I want you to fuck my mouth,” she said. “Don’t stop until you come.”
He stupidly looked to Sloan again. Asking for permission again. Goddamn it. When Sloan’s head dipped in a nod, Rylan groaned and shoved his entire length inside Reese’s waiting mouth.
His hips snapped in a ferocious tempo, both hands clamped on Reese’s head as she deep-throated him hard and fast enough to bring stars to his eyes. He didn’t last long. Five strokes. Maybe ten, before his orgasm stormed through his body and spilled into her mouth.
She swallowed it all. Every single drop. The convulsions in her throat as she drank him down sent a shuddering thrill through his body.
“Damn.” Rylan licked his dry lips. All of the fluids had just been sucked out of his body. “Damn.”
“You okay, honey?” Reese asked with a cocky smile. Her lips were bruised and her voice raspy, and damn if he didn’t feel stirrings in his dick again.
His gaze slid toward the silent man in the corner, waiting for Sloan’s next command. Reese on the battlefield drove him crazy, but Reese in the bedroom was completely and utterly irresistible.
If he didn’t get a taste of her in the next five seconds, blood was going to be spilled.
5
Rylan looked way too tense for a man who’d just shot a gallon of come down a beautiful woman’s throat. But Sloan knew exactly what would satisfy Rylan. It was the same thing Sloan wanted. The same thing Sloan fantasized about every spare minute of every day. He wanted to flip Reese onto the mattress, rip down her jeans, and lay his mouth on her until she was crying for him to fuck her hard and nasty.
And that was the one thing that Sloan couldn’t ever have.
But this? He could have this. He could watch the woman he’d always loved find pleasure and release. The fact that Reese wanted him here, wanted him near her at all times, even in the most intimate of moments, made all his torture worthwhile.
Sloan turned his attention to the most important person in the room. “That feel good, Reese?”
“So good.”
Her smile told him it had been exceptional. She’d always liked giving blow jobs. There was real power in it even though the woman was on her knees. The man was at her mercy. If she’d stopped in the middle of Rylan’s face-fucking and asked him to go and kill Connor Mackenzie for her, he’d have found the nearest gun and calmly shot his friend and leader.
“Want more, don’t you?”
“Always.” A dark look passed over her eyes.
The need in Reese had always run deep. Sloan knew that Jake’s ability to let his emotions fly out in the open was the trait that drew Reese the most. It was what she responded to in Rylan, and it was what she feared deeply. That her desire for more—more freedom, more pleasure, more joy—would endanger everyone around her.
It frustrated Sloan that Reese didn’t recognize this as her greatest strength. Without her vision, her passion and drive, this haven in the middle of outlaw country wouldn’t exist. Half the people inside the walls of Foxworth would have died at the hands of the Enforcers. Well, if starvation and lack of shelter hadn’t done them in before that.
“Nothing wrong with wanting more, is there, Rylan?” Sloan prompted.
The other man cast an unreadable look at Sloan, then at Reese. Rylan could clearly sense that the conversation had changed from sex to something else, but also understood that asking questions was a surefire way to put an end to the evening’s activities. By the way his recently sucked cock was making a miraculous revival, it was obvious that Rylan would rather have the building burn down than stop now.
“Gorgeous, there isn’t anything more right in this world than you getting more.” He reached out to cup her cheek, running a finger over her swollen lips. “There isn’t anything more right than me putting my face between your legs and making you see heaven.”
“Take off her sweater,” Sloan ordered.
Rylan’s features grew heavy with lust as he worked the sweater over her head and got his first up close look at her breasts. Sloan’s breath hitched too, because, hell, Reese had spectacular tits. Round and bouncy, with bite-size nipples. They were the perfect fit for a man’s palm.