Lavender and Lightning (Pack Saint Clair, #2)

by Thora Woods

His fist tightens around my balls, pulling them to their limit. I try to arch, to ease off the pressure, but I can’t get the right leverage. Thankfully, right when I don’t think I can take anymore, Rhett releases his grip and strokes my neglected cock with featherlight touches. I let out a long, shaky moan, trying to thrust up into his hand. “Is my needy little cock slut going to blow so soon? Just a few licks got you all ready to come in my hand?” Rhett’s taunting mockery sets my teeth to grinding and I shake my head. He brings the crop down harder and faster, and I feel my heartbeat throbbing in each welt. My stomach is sticky with pre-cum, and I have to focus to keep from crying out as I feel Rhett’s broad tongue run along my cock from base to tip. “Had enough yet? Going to beg for my cock? Beg for me to make you come?”

“You taste like a cocktail together,” Lydia muses when we pull away for air. “What sort of cocktail?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

I swallow hard, fear creeping in despite the buzzing aftershocks of my climax. Lucas slows his fingers and withdraws, leaving me hollow and aching for more. I look up and find him smirking down at me.