Page 58 of To The Final End
Things have progressed.
Gray has Wes bent over the arm of the couch, fucking into him with long slow strokes. Wes’s face is pressed into the cushions, hands gripping the fabric, making sounds that are barely human. I can see where they’re connected—Gray’s thick cock disappearing into Wes’s body over and over, slick and obscene.
My cunt clenches at the sight. Four years, and watching them together still does this to me—makes my mouth go dry, makesheat pool low in my belly. The way Gray holds Wes down, the way Westakesit, the sounds he makes like he’s being ruined in the best possible way.
Gray’s eyes find mine like he knows. His gaze drags down my naked body—flushed skin, trembling thighs, the evidence of what Theo did to me probably written all over my face—and his rhythm doesn’t falter. If anything, it deepens. He reaches out with one hand, catches my wrist, pulls me close enough to kiss.
“Good?” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Very.”
His thumb strokes my pulse point once, twice, then releases me. Back to Wes. But his eyes stay on mine for another beat, dark with promise.Later.
Rhett is sprawled in the armchair near the fireplace, legs spread, watching the room like he’s memorizing it. He’s hard—I can see the thick line of his cock straining against his jeans—but his hands stay loose on the armrests. Deliberate restraint. He catches me looking and his mouth curves.Best view in the house,that smile says.
Stellan is on the couch near Wes’s head, fingers carding through his hair, entirely focused on the man beneath him. He’s already shirtless, pale skin gleaming in the low light, and the hard line of his cock presses against his slacks. Patient. Hungry.Waitingfor Gray to finish so he can take his turn.
Thane and Seth have migrated to the other end of the room, and Seth catches my eye when I walk in—grins, crooks a finger.Come here when you’re ready.
But before I can move, Jace moves beside me.
“Hey, beautiful.” His grin is wicked. “Theo have fun with you?”
“I—yes—”
“Good.” His hand slides around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. “Now it’s my turn to play.”
“Jace, I want to watch—”
“So watch.” His mouth finds my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I’m not stopping you.”
His hand slides down my stomach, slipping between my thighs, and I gasp. I’m still swollen and sensitive from Theo, and Jace’s fingers find my clit with unerring accuracy.
“Eyes on them,” he murmurs. “Watch what Gray does to Wes. I want to feel you react.”
Gray’s rhythm is faltering, and I know what that means. I try to focus on them even as Jace’s fingers circle my clit in slow, maddening strokes.
“Wes,” Gray grits out, fingers digging into Wes’s hips hard enough to bruise. “I’m—”
“Do it,” Wes gasps. “Please, I need—”
Gray slams in one final time and holds, burying himself to the hilt as he comes. I watch his cock pulse, watch Wes’s hole clench around him, milking every drop—and Jace chooses that exact moment to push two fingers inside me.
I moan, knees buckling, and Jace laughs against my neck.
“That’s it. Keep watching.”
Wes shudders beneath Gray but doesn’t come—his own cock hangs heavy and leaking between his legs, untouched, desperate.
“Good boy.” Gray pulls out slowly, and I can see his come starting to drip from Wes’s fucked-open hole. “You held on for me.”
“Gray—” Wes’s voice cracks with need. “I need—I can’t—”
“I know.” Gray steps back, and his eyes find Stellan’s. Something passes between them—permission, invitation, recognition. “He needs more than I can give him right now.”
Jace’s fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes. I whimper, trying to keep my focus on the couch, on Stellan’s smirk he can’t hide.
“You’re so wet,” Jace murmurs. “Is that from Theo? Or from watching them?”
