Lead and Follow(55)

Afraid he’d settle yet again.

But fine. If Paul was leaving and this was all Lizzie offered, he’d make sure it was the best damn fuck of their lives.

“Kneel,” he snapped, pointing at the floor in front of him.

Damn, they both did, though Paul’s eyebrows lifted in a sardonic tilt. The sharp rush of power woke Dima’s cock. Hunger worked him hard.

He stripped fast, because a slow tease was beyond him. Grasping his cock, he held it between their up-turned faces. Paul reached around to grab Dima’s ass, his fingertips straying to the pucker of his anus. He opened his mouth, took Dima’s cock first. Lizzie next, as they passed it back and forth, their tongues twirling and sliding.

He wanted to grab Lizzie’s hair and jerk her head down on his dick until her eyes watered and she looked up at him with such pretty pleading. See how much of them was left.

“God, you’re both so good at that.” He rubbed his hand over Paul’s bristling buzz cut. “Did you ever think you’d suck cock so well?”

Paul released his hold with a wet smack. “I don’t know about well.” The grin he flashed was completely cheeky—the thing Dima would always remember about him. “But I’m having fun while I do it.”

“C’mere.”

Dima yanked him up to a deep, mean kiss. He couldn’t take all the happy, as he battled the all-so-wrong feeling in the air. When their lips slid, pulled, and when Dima’s teeth tugged on Paul’s bottom lip, he could make it go away—until Lizzie stood next to them both. Dima couldn’t not kiss her. Denying himself a taste of his little one was like going without oxygen.

Though perhaps he’d soon find out what that was like.

“Strip,” he ordered. “Paul, your clothes off too. Lizzie, flat on your back on the bed, legs spread so I can see that pretty pussy.”

She liked that. He could see it in the way her breathing shortened and jerked, the way her breasts bounced as she stripped off her shimmery black tank top and wiggled out of her tiny silver shorts. She obeyed him to the letter, spreading her legs wide enough that her toes clenched the corners of the mattress. Her pussy gleamed and shone with wetness. Graceful hands fisted in the sheets at her side.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. The proud rise of her breasts, the soft dip of her toned stomach. She considered him through lids heavily shaded by thick lashes, her wide smile long gone. Her pale peach lips were tight with anticipation. Even that added to her appeal. She was nervous but she was lying there because he’d told her to. She was everything that was perfection.

After grabbing a couple things from the nightstand, Dima knee-walked onto the bed, between her feet but not quite touching. He pulled Paul up behind him, and the big man wrapped his arms around Dima’s waist. His hands slid, touched, eased some of the stiffness—and thank God for it, because Dima thought his cracking, popping energy might start to escape out his skin.

“Is this what you want, little one?” Dima purred, intentionally low and rough. Reaching behind, he wrapped his hand around Paul’s thick erection. “Do you want to see me take this cock up my ass?”

She jolted visibly, her lips parting. “Let me see. Please, Dima mine.”

His smile felt decidedly cold. “Oh, but I’m not yours. Not so long as he’s fucking me.”

She started to make words, but her eyes fluttered half shut. She only shook her head. Her gaze dipped to the empty stretch of mattress between them.

“Paul, would you like to see Lizzie touch herself?”

“Fuck, yes.” The man’s chin dug into Dima’s shoulder. His hands clenched.

“Obey, Lizzie.”

She did, immediately. One hand went to her breast and the other cupped her pussy in a hard clench.

Dima had never seen anything more erotic. A pure, powerful hit of his sweet girl.

He rolled a condom onto Paul and lubed him up. The trick would be holding himself back. Not letting her see exactly how messed up he was. All his plans had toppled, everything out of line. How could he be expected to make logical decisions when real life paled in the face of Lizzie? When she turned everything incandescent with a stray glance and a few touches?

When she actually meant to shine, she left him breathless, unmoored, humbled.

Paul grunted when Dima closed his fist around his cock, but he didn’t flag. The muscular cowboy was as huge as Dima had ever seen, swelled and aroused.

Dima leaned his head back to nestle his cheek against the other man’s jaw. Stubble met roughness. It was hard to tell where each of them left off. “You’ve fucked women up the ass, yes?”

Paul groaned on another stroke of Dima’s well-lubed hand. “Yes,” he hissed.