Page 57 of Sherwood
Upstairs, the house was no less light-filled and modern than it was below. Large windows looked out onto the lake and the woods, and a hooded balcony beckoned from the end of the sleekly furnished bedroom. I ignored it. My attention belonged only to the warm CEO slung over my shoulder and to the thief padding silently behind us. To the low bed, neatly made with white sheets and blankets, practically begging to be rumpled and twisted.
I set Marian down on the bed, balanced her on her knees and elbows, and then unzipped my trousers, my eyes on the heart shape of her backside and the narrow valley between her thighs, wet and lined with pink. Her bound ankles meant that her thighs were pressed tightly together, and my erection pushed eagerly against my boxer briefs as I anticipated how snug her pussy would be for me like this.
“Let me,” Lox said, pushing my hand away and tugging down the waistband of my boxer briefs herself. I hissed when she took my aching length in her hand, hissed again when she found the pre-cum at my tip and used it to give me two rough, slick strokes. I was only a step or two away from the edge of the bed, but she pulled me there by my cock anyway, probably to annoy me, which succeeded.
My irritation resulted in one of her trademark wicked grins.
“The big, bad wolf doesn’t like being led around by his big, bad dick?” Lox asked innocently, and Marian laughed on the bed.
I grabbed Lox by the waist and yanked her close. For all her strength and fire, she was easy enough for me to manhandle, and I let her feel my strength as she braced both of her hands against my chest and fought against my grip. I let her feel my power as I brought my mouth slashing over hers.
She kissed me as fiercely back as she struggled to get free, as if trying to win on both fronts, and then, bit by bit, she was seduced deeper into the kiss, letting my tongue inside her mouth, digging her fingernails into my chest instead of trying to push me away. Once I felt her soften against me, her naked curves pressed to my clothed body, I let her go. I did it so abruptly that she stumbled back a step. She glared at me.
Marian, watching over her shoulder, laughed.
“The clever little fox doesn’t like being led around by her filthy little mouth?” I asked, also innocently.
“Very funny,” Lox said. “But you’re forgetting that I know the one thing that drives you more than dominance.”
She’d stepped close to me again, and I was momentarily distracted by the high, firm curves of her breasts. “And what’s that?” I murmured with my eyes trailing all over her body.
She gave me a smug look. “Greed.”
And then she took hold of my erection and guided me right to Marian’s waiting hole.
The moment the head pressed against the warm opening, I lost all sense of myself. Lox was right, she’d always be right, because I was greedy above all else, greedy to have and greedy to take. Greedy to feel every inch of a lover all at once, and greedy to pillage every last bit of what they would offer up to me.
Marian let out a low moan as—still guided by Lox—I began to shove my way inside. Marian was wet enough to take me, but with her ankles cinched together, it was work getting myself inside her pussy. Crude thrusts that still only gained me a little bit each time, even when I curled my hands around Marian’s hips to pin her in place.
Lox let go of me to reach around Marian’s hip and pushed her fingers between Marian’s thighs. I knew that there wasn’t room to play with her clit, not really, but Marian was so frantic to come that whatever Lox did manage had her whimpering and whining for more.
“What do you think, Rafe?” Lox asked me, in the same tone of voice she might ask me about the weather, despite her nakedness and despite the fact that I was currently trying to wedge my way inside her girlfriend. “Should we let her come?”
“Not yet,” I grunted. “Want her wild for it.”
“I’m already wild for it, I promise,” panted Marian. “Please, sir. Please, please—”
“Shh,” Lox said. “You’ll only make it worse for yourself.”
After all that toil, I finally slid all the way into our submissive, pressing until my hips were flush with her ass and I was fully hilted. Her channel was all silken heat, all slickness and squeeze, and when I punched my hips forward, I could feel the resulting ripple and clench of her inner muscles around me, like her body was trying to clutch me to her.
Lox swept her hand through Marian’s hair and gave her a swift kiss on the temple, and then crawled up to the top of the bed, where she arranged herself against the padded headboard and parted her legs.
Even though I’d just seen the secret parts of her body downstairs—even though we’d spent the last two days fucking every chance we could—seeing her expose herself so deliberately, so brashly, sent fire roiling through me. She ran a finger up the line of her sex, tracing a path from the tight, pink eyelet of her ass over the petals of her inner labia, and then stopping at her clit.
“Are you teasing me?” I asked hoarsely. I couldn’t move inside Marian, because I knew I’d come if I did, feeling Marian and watching Lox fuck herself at the same time.
“Maybe I’m the one being teased,” Lox said archly, giving me and Marian a pointed look.
This didn’t bother me in the least, because I liked knowing I was getting to her. Besides, I was having too much fun where I was.
“Still green?” I murmured to Marian, and she nodded, her dark hair draped down around her face like a veil as she did. I reached forward—a movement that had us both inhaling as it made my cock flex inside her—and carefully swept the hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear and then around her neck. I wanted to see her face when I fucked her.
“Still green, sir,” she replied. “Fuck me, please.”
In response, I gave her already welted ass a hard spank, pulled out, and then rammed home, rough enough to make her cry out. And that cry tore apart the last shred of control I had—deep, animal need clawed at the base of my spine, telling me tofuck, tocome, and I obeyed. I pulled out again and began pumping in and out with mindless urgency, feeling the heat of her abused bottom against my hips, seeing the fast, hectic jerks of her ribs as she panted, watching the flush bloom so deep and rosy on her cheeks that I wondered if I’d be able to taste it.
She was beautiful and full of surrender and her cunt was so hot and tight and right—and Lox was there in front of us, regal as royalty, feral as ever, chin up, eyes hooded, fingers working lazily between her thighs.
