“Doubt it.” Sloan was choosy about his partners, but there’d definitely been a man in the mix here and there. He usually preferred women, but tonight he needed this—the hot male mouth that closed over his cock and nearly swallowed it whole on the first pass.
Everything about women was soft and small, and Rylan was none of those things. No, Rylan was hard and built. His back and shoulder muscles were clearly defined and they flexed and bunched as he bent over Sloan’s body. A woman might enjoy his blond hair or wicked grin. Sloan admired Rylan’s strength. The purposeful, knowing movement Rylan utilized toward a specific goal, and right now, the man was applying himself to sucking Sloan off with a familiar fierce determination.
The wet suction sent an electric shock down to Sloan’s toes. But he wasn’t ready. Not yet. He was going to drag this out, because there was no need for restraint here. No worrying about striking the wrong place at the wrong time with too strong of a thrust.
He levered himself up on his elbows and wrapped his hand around the back of Rylan’s neck. The other man lurched back as far as Sloan allowed him.
“You thinking about replacing me with Reese?” Rylan’s voice had taken on a harsh drawl, a side effect from the throat fucking. Reese had talked like that all day after Rylan had had her. And Sloan’s dick had ached for a whole week afterward, thinking about what’d it feel like if it were his dick down her throat.
But right now? That fantasy hadn’t even occurred to him. He looked down at the callused hand wrapped around him, and then into Rylan’s eyes.
“Last thing on my mind is replacing you with Reese.”
Rylan stroked Sloan’s length again, bringing his hand up to close a fist around the cockhead and then slide it down to the root. His mouth provided the lube, but the caress was still on the violent side.
“Yeah?” Rylan gave a knowing smile. “Then that means you’re thinking about Reese sitting on your face, fucking herself on your tongue.”
Sloan’s traitorous cock jumped in the other man’s fist.
A strangled sound came from Reese, but he forced himself not to look at her. It was one thing to imagine her whipping off her clothes, throwing a lithe leg over his head and pinning her knees on either side of his head. It was one thing to dream of her pretty pink lips glistening with her need and hear her sigh his name as she ground down on his face. But it was an entirely other thing for it to actually happen.
He took a deep shuddering breath to prevent himself from ordering—no, begging—Reese to come and join them.
“No, I’m good,” he muttered in response to the taunt.
Rylan’s expression transformed into one of evil delight. Still twisting, gripping, and stroking, he spoke casually, as if narrating a scene from a book. “I like your vision of me sucking you off while Reese rides your face, but I think we’d all like it more if we were both inside her. Would you want her pussy or her ass?”
The fantasy of the three of them moving slick and hot against each other roared through Sloan’s mind. Jesus. Enough talking. He tightened his grip around Rylan’s neck and urged the kneeling man closer. Warm lips opened to take him in again, straight teeth scraping against his sensitive skin. He raised his pelvis and then used the power in his thighs and hips to thrust down Rylan’s throat in swift, even strokes.
Reese let out a whimper.
Rylan took every plunge of Sloan’s cock with ease. His cheeks hollowed and his throat swelled. His hand cupped Sloan’s balls, knowing exactly how brutal he could be when squeezing the tight sac.
Sloan couldn’t take it anymore. It was all a blur of wet suction and heat until the light winked out and he shut his eyes. He jerked back but Rylan followed him, taking it all in, swallowing him fully until Sloan was utterly spent.
“Jesus,” Reese whispered.
He rolled his head to the side to see her eyes shining bright like coins.
Rylan stood up, his face flushed and lips glossy. He swiped a hand across his mouth, smearing Sloan’s come across his cheek. Reese’s gasp made him chuckle softly.
“You ready to stop fighting this?” Rylan drawled, stalking toward her like a beast of prey.
She didn’t move, pinned to the chair by either Rylan’s need or her fevered lust. Both maybe. Then she opened her mouth, but her response—whatever it may have been—was cut short by a knock on the door that startled them all.
Sloan quickly hauled himself off the bed. Whoever was behind that door had to have heard the husky groans and low growls coming out of this room, which meant there was a good reason for the interruption.
“What is it?” he barked at the closed door.
“Sorry, man.” It was Nash and he sounded miserable. “We’ve got a broken pipe over at the restaurant. We tried to repair it but the damn thing keeps leaking.”
Sloan stifled his annoyance. But maybe this was a blessing in disguise. His heart was still pounding uncontrollably, every muscle in his body still coiled tight. And he was already hardening again despite the intense climax that had just rendered him limp and mindless.