Chapter 179

He was doing Grayson a favor, really.

It was obvious that he couldn’t handle Cecilia. That he was going to finish at any second and leave her unsatisfied.

But, shit. He hadn’t expected himself to feel so weak to her, too.

There was something about watching her suck him off. Something about seeing her mouth around him that wrecked Ryan—fueled his fire like gasoline. Fuck, he wanted to destroy her.

He watched her breasts bounce up and down at the force of his hips—one of them clamped roughly in Grayson’s hand.

She pulled back to gasp in a breath, her fist moving up and down the length of him as she looked at Ryan—a glaze in her eyes, and her cheeks a fiery pink. “It—feels—so good,” she whimpered, reaching out to plant a palm flat against his lower stomach. Her fingers curled, nails scraping against his skin. “M-more. Please—”

Ryan glanced to Grayson, who looked like he was going to crack apart at any second. “Keep her quiet,” he ordered. Grayson acknowledged him, turned Cecilia by the jaw and urged her to take him into her mouth again. She did, closing her eyes, bobbing her head slowly—her moans were muffled, but still certain. And as Ryan began to harden his thrusts, they only grew louder.

“Fuck,” Grayson whispered, cocking his head back at the pleasure of it. He reached behind Cecilia’s head and clasped her by the hair, suddenly forcing himself deep into her throat. She let out a gag, but drew back gracefully to gasp in a breath and recover. Ryan should’ve taken it easy on her then. Given her a moment, so she wouldn’t burst out again.

But he couldn’t contain himself.

He curled his hands to fists as he hunched forward, planting them in the mattress. At the sudden severity of his hips, Cecilia curled her head back. She let out a sob—one she managed to muffle, but just barely. Fuck, he loved the sound of it. Then, she was taking Grayson back into her mouth again.

He curled his fingers into her hair and shuddered. “That’s it—good girl.”

Ryan felt a bit envious. She was his good girl…no one else’s.

Suddenly, she jerked around him. He felt her clench and tighten, and he slowed himself as she came, her body shuddering, shivering with him still inside. He felt the heat like fire around him—the suddenly dampness growing, slick and slippery as he moved slowly into her. Grayson managed to keep her quiet, pushing himself deep into her mouth and holding her there until she jerked back with a gasp for air.

By then, she had finished and there were only little trembles left in her. Her thighs shook and her chest rose and fell in desperate gasps of pleasure. Ryan reached under her neck and pulled her up to kiss her, fingers pressed roughly into her cheeks. “Ride him for me,” he whispered. “I could use a break.”

Obediently, Cecilia turned over and clamored onto her knees. She pulled Grayson onto the bed and he stared up in wonder as she tossed a leg over him to straddle his hips. Ryan located the cigarettes in the pocket of his sweats and sat back as he lit one, watching the way she pushed Grayson into her—how she lowered herself down on his lap, kissing him through her panting breath.

Never in his life had he imagined it would turn him on to watch his woman fuck another man—but something about this was too good. The flushed, mottled color on Grayson’s face—how it crawled down his neck. How Cecilia bounced on top of him, taking total control. Now it was Grayson who was the one overwhelmed. Grayson, who was suddenly clasping at the sheets, his knuckles going white.

“C-Cecilia,” he moaned, his head tilted back. He let out a groan, but Cecilia didn’t stop. She was arched atop him, her head tilted back, hair falling down her spine. She was panting, moving eagerly up and down—pausing only to grind down against him. Ryan was content with watching—waiting patiently for his turn again, while he puffed away on his cigarette.

But it seemed Cecilia was more insatiable than them both.

She looked back over her shoulder at him, her face red, her lips parted with desire.

“Ryan,” she whispered. Then she reached behind and parted her cheeks—a silent invitation.

He let a soft laugh escape his nose. “When did you become such a nympho?”

“Please,” she said—as if he could ever deny her. “In the drawer.”

Ryan followed her gaze to the nightstand by her bed, cracking it open to the sight of a lone bottle of lubricant. He dripped some onto his fingers, applied it to her first—then to his own length. And as she parted her cheeks for him, he knelt atop the bed behind her and pressed himself in. It took effort just to slip the tip in, and Cecilia let out a yelp he wasn’t expecting.

“She’s going to get too loud. Give me something from that drawer.”

Grayson followed his directive to the lower drawer of her nightstand, finding a surplus of panties inside. He handed one to Ryan, who held it to Cecilia’s mouth and whispered, “Open.”

She obeyed, opening her mouth wide and biting down on the panties. The moment she was securely gagged, Ryan wrangled her hands behind her back and slowly eased himself into her. She yelped into the cloth as he bit down softly on her neck, feeling her wrap around him—treasuring the slow entry until he could go no further. Cecilia looked back at him, and he was strangely satisfied by the tears in the corners of her eyes. Her moaning grew louder, and Ryan realized that Grayson had started moving again. He was pushing up into her, his hands biting fiercely into her hips—holding her in place while they both moved into her.

Her arms jerked, desperately to grasp onto anything—to squeeze and tear at their skin, but Ryan wouldn’t allow her. He held her wrists tightly in the grip of one hand, the other reaching around her, squeezing hard into her large breast. She was moaning, sobbing—all the sounds in her muffled by that simple pair of panties. When a desperate, animal-like sound tore from her throat, Ryan found himself moving with vigor—involuntary, rough thrusts. His hips slapping against her backside—reddening the skin while she trembled in his arms.

Suddenly, she was coming. Ryan could hear it in the sharp, short breaths she took next. The panties weren’t enough.

He shoved a hand over her mouth just as she let out a scream. Her body spasmed around them and suddenly, Grayson was bucking up into her, his jaw grit as he came. Ryan buried his face into her neck as he held her close, allowing himself release. He let out a deep grunt, his hips jerking twice more as he unleashed inside of her.

The three of them slowed to a stop and the moment Ryan released her from his arms, she fell onto Grayson’s chest. Her flesh was pink, hot to the touch. Her backside was red—probably stinging from how hard Ryan had thrust against her.

He let the two of them sleep—Cecilia curled into a ball and passed out in just moments. Grayson slowly fading as he stroked her cheek and watched her dream.

Ryan opted to shower in her bathroom, rather than risk a stroll back to his room, totally naked. He was exhausted, doused in Cecilia’s perfum-y soap. But for some reason, he still felt empty.

Why? Why was he so upset about Ryan that he’d let it ruin his mood after a night like this?

He wanted to pretend like he wouldn’t care if the guy lived or died. He’d wronged him enough in his life that he shouldn’t care about these things, but—

Suddenly, Ryan couldn’t recall what Asher had done to begin with. Clover meant so little to him now that it didn’t even matter.

He stepped out in nothing but a towel and slipped into the hall, but not before snatching the bottle of liquor Grayson had left on her nightstand. Asher took a deep drink as he looked back at the two of him, Cecilia wrapped peacefully in Grayson’s arms.

“It’s strange isn’t it?”

Ryan hadn’t expected a voice to come from the end of the hall. He jolted, relaxing when he realized it was on Sebastian. “What’s strange?”

“I don’t feel jealous anymore,” said Sebastian. “If anything, hearing all that just turned me on.”

Ryan hadn’t realized it, but…if he’d known back in the day that Grayson was sleeping with Cecilia, he probably would’ve knocked his lights out. “Me neither,” he muttered. “But why?”

Sebastian gave a small shrug. “I guess as long as she’s with all of us, I don’t mind.”

It was a strange thought, but Sebastian was right. If it had been a stranger he walked in on just moments ago, he would’ve been enraged. But knowing it was Grayson…knowing it was any of them didn’t bother him anymore. Because in a sense, he knew Cecilia loved them all. And that they all loved Cecilia.

“So what do we do?” asked Sebastian. “It’s not like we can all marry her. Can’t all be the dad to her kid. She’s going to have to choose eventually.”

The thought sent a sudden spike of dread through Ryan. What would he do when the time came to let her go?

He wasn’t sure he could.