“Annie, look at me.” I do, and I know he can see the fear in my eyes. “You got your safe word. Nothing happens that you won’t like, baby. I can promise you that.”
I study his expression and know he’s serious, and I also see that look on his face that spoke to me from day one. Need. That gives me the courage to lift the shirt over my head. I let it fall to the floor.
I keep my eyes on Sabre at all times. I may be attracted to Latch, but Sabre needs to know he’s the one in control here. I need him to know that.
“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.”
At his words, the tight coil of need inside of me breaks free. Sabre’s holding his cock towards my mouth and I open for him, without a moment of hesitation. His warm, spicy, unique flavor fills my mouth and I moan with the pleasure. I release him and flatten my tongue out using it to lick along the hardened vein that is throbbing. I lick all the way to the top and then dive into the crevice on his head, gaining more of his pre-cum and savoring it. I repeat the action but along the side of his cock this time; licking him as if he were my favorite ice cream cone and I’m trying to get every drop before it melts. I’m so intent on Sabre that I didn’t notice Latch get behind me. I feel his rough hands rub my ass and knead it in his strong hands. The effect is almost too much. I look up at Sabre and his eyes are all on me. I suck him down to the root as my excitement amps up. Latch’s fingers brush the lips of my pussy. The very tips of his fingers slide between them and graze my opening. I widen my knees to offer him better access like a mindless animal in heat. I am. God, I’m so hot right now and dying to be filled. I never imagined sex could be like this. Elemental, hot, and all lust…this is fucking. This is totally different from anything Sabre and I do together and maybe that’s good. Because, it should be different with Latch involved.