“Go sit in Latch’s lap,” Sabre orders, his voice dark and gruff, and it feels like a caress on my skin, grating each tiny nerve cell I possess.
I do as he asks and wait. I’m not sure what Sabre has in mind here, but I know wherever it leads, he will take care of me. Latch’s jeans are rough against my skin, and I jump when his large hands stroke down my sides and squeeze my hips gently. He’s breathing rough, but then so am I. My eyes are locked on Sabre. He’s unzipped his pants and has his cock in his hand, stroking the hard, glistening member and instantly, my mouth waters. I’m so engrossed with watching Sabre that I wasn’t expecting Latch’s hands to come up and hold my breasts. I jump at the sensation. He kneads them, placing a kiss on my shoulder. Excitement floods my system and I’m so wet, I can feel the moisture on the inside of my thighs.
“Are you wet for us, Peaches? Is your clit throbbing, needing attention?” Sabre asks and I search his eyes, but I can’t find any disappointment there.
I give him the truth and nod my head yes.
“The words, Peaches. Give me the words.”
It doesn’t escape my attention that he’s calling me Peaches. He said Annie was his and his alone. I don’t know why that distinction calms me, but it does just the same.
“I’m wet, I’m so wet, Sabre.”
“Check and make sure she’s not lying Latch,” he orders, his hand moving slow and steady up his cock. I can see a drop of liquid gather on the head and run down the side of his shaft onto his hand and I lick my lips, wishing I could taste it. I feel Latch’s hand come between my legs, his finger dragging through my arousal. It’s hot being in his arms and watching Sabre stroke himself, but it’s not what I want.
“She’s soaking wet, Sabre.” Latch groans.
“Do you want my cock, Peaches?”
“God, yes,” I answer, not even bothering to hide how eager I am. It’s too late for that.
“Come over here and get down on your knees, Peaches, and I’ll let you suck my cock.”
I should be ashamed at how eagerly I jump off of Latch’s lap. I get down on my knees so quickly, I’m surprised I don’t have rug burns.
“So eager,” he says cupping my cheek and pulling me to him as he bends down to kiss me. There’s so much emotion in that kiss, more than I’ve ever felt before. “Do you get how much I care about you, Annie? How much it would kill me if something happened to you?”
His words hit me and tear me open inside. The change of the name doesn’t get past me, and there’s a depth of emotion coming from him that hasn’t been there before, or at least where it was so evident. His eyes are intense and they speak of something…deeper. Of fear and caring certainly, but there’s something else, I want to call it a sadness, a regret. I’m just not sure, and I’m way too aroused to study it further.
“I’m sorry Sabre, I won’t do anything like that again. I’ll always talk to you first.”
His thumb brushes the corner of my lip, gently, and for a minute he looks so deep in thought it almost scares me. I want to ask him what’s wrong, I can even feel the beginnings of panic flood through me. Then, this mask comes over his face. The change in him is that drastic, almost night and day.
“Now, Latch.” His gruff, husky command rings in the room.
My body stiffens in response. I had forgotten all about Latch being in the room. I try to look behind me, but Sabre doesn’t let me.
“Keep your eyes on me, Peaches. Always on me.” I give him my nod of agreement and he combs his fingers through my hair. “Suck me, Peaches.”