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lithe frame bubbling with unspent energy. Or even Remy’s cock—so proud and hard.
At Remy’s words of admiration, however, his instinct was to let his eyes drift shut.
“I said I’m hot, Daniel. Come take my shirt off.”
Naya gasped. The tense, throbbing beat of Daniel’s heart stuttered, then jumped to full speed. He was floating out of body because, oh shit , he stood. Two steps brought him within inches of Remy’s lean torso. The man was shorter, but his crooked, arrogant smile dared the difference to matter. Daniel gripped the hem of that plain black tank top and pulled. Slowly. As if unwrapping a present.
Remy was languorous in lifting his arms. Every inch of black fabric gave way to magnificent muscle and smooth, almost hairless skin. The damp tank top released with an elastic snap. Remy ripped it out of Daniel’s hands, tossed it aside. The smile was gone. Desire remained. Daniel’s guts flipped and his cock thrust between them, so near to where Remy’s poked up from the open fly of his jeans.
“Eyes up here, Daniel.”
A hot flush climbed Daniel’s chest, neck, face. Caught looking. Holy hell, how could he not? He’d never been so near to a naked, aroused man. He’d imagined it being nerve-wracking and full of tense anticipation, but the charged power of the moment spiked higher than the fantasies he’d harbored for years.
“What do you want?” was all he asked.
A huge portion of him still fought. This isn’t right. Even watching Naya being abused and slammed by the charming Cajun was easier to accept than unmooring impulses long held in check.
“I want an answer to my question. You’ve known how to hurt her. You don’t because…why?”
“Daniel,” Naya whispered. “Just tell him. We all know.”
Without missing a beat, Remy slammed the full force of his hand against her other ass cheek. “Shut it, chère . Last warning, or the belt won’t be our friend anymore.”
Daniel closed his eyes, part embarrassment, part freeing relief when he said, “Because you told me to. You told me to hold on to her back and squeeze, and that’s why I did it.”
Remy’s eyes darkened to nearly black. His finely shaped lips opened on a slow exhale. “That wasn’t so hard.” The words were a throaty rasp, full of admiration that made Daniel’s skin glow with heat. “Now come fuck your girl.”
Everything was ballet. Daniel had never been involved in something so physically beautiful and so mentally goddamn excruciating. Surging into Naya, though, was like coming home after a long walk through a dark, dangerous forest. He found the pace, the depth, the strength they both loved. She arched her neck, but true to her orders, she didn’t say a word. Didn’t even make a sound.
Remy knelt beside her on the couch, jeans thrust down, condom off. He was stroking himself. His avaricious gaze shifted across their bodies. The mysterious shadows Daniel had seen in Remy’s eyes were long gone. “So good,” he whispered. “Both of you, so good.”
Trying to stave off the inevitable need for more of the man’s praise, more of his goddamn choreography, Daniel bucked harder. She was so damn wet. She was gorgeous. She was his and he could come whenever he wanted because she was what he needed, all he needed…
A soft chuckle dragged Daniel’s attention back to where Remy was jerking off in earnest. Quick, fast, violent strokes. “Waiting for something, boy?”
“Fuck off.”
“Fine, fine. Go ahead, Naya girl. Come for us. Make as much noise as you want. I want to hear all of it.”
Her release was like a burst of cannon fire. First her lungs, on a shriek that had been pent up for what must’ve seemed like a lifetime. Then her body. She reared back, slapping against Daniel’s pelvis with each thrust.
“Hurt me please, Sir.”
Remy complied without hesitation—impressive, seeing as how he’d needed to release his cock to do so. He used taut, curved fingertips to scrape her fresh welts and
At Remy’s words of admiration, however, his instinct was to let his eyes drift shut.
“I said I’m hot, Daniel. Come take my shirt off.”
Naya gasped. The tense, throbbing beat of Daniel’s heart stuttered, then jumped to full speed. He was floating out of body because, oh shit , he stood. Two steps brought him within inches of Remy’s lean torso. The man was shorter, but his crooked, arrogant smile dared the difference to matter. Daniel gripped the hem of that plain black tank top and pulled. Slowly. As if unwrapping a present.
Remy was languorous in lifting his arms. Every inch of black fabric gave way to magnificent muscle and smooth, almost hairless skin. The damp tank top released with an elastic snap. Remy ripped it out of Daniel’s hands, tossed it aside. The smile was gone. Desire remained. Daniel’s guts flipped and his cock thrust between them, so near to where Remy’s poked up from the open fly of his jeans.
“Eyes up here, Daniel.”
A hot flush climbed Daniel’s chest, neck, face. Caught looking. Holy hell, how could he not? He’d never been so near to a naked, aroused man. He’d imagined it being nerve-wracking and full of tense anticipation, but the charged power of the moment spiked higher than the fantasies he’d harbored for years.
“What do you want?” was all he asked.
A huge portion of him still fought. This isn’t right. Even watching Naya being abused and slammed by the charming Cajun was easier to accept than unmooring impulses long held in check.
“I want an answer to my question. You’ve known how to hurt her. You don’t because…why?”
“Daniel,” Naya whispered. “Just tell him. We all know.”
Without missing a beat, Remy slammed the full force of his hand against her other ass cheek. “Shut it, chère . Last warning, or the belt won’t be our friend anymore.”
Daniel closed his eyes, part embarrassment, part freeing relief when he said, “Because you told me to. You told me to hold on to her back and squeeze, and that’s why I did it.”
Remy’s eyes darkened to nearly black. His finely shaped lips opened on a slow exhale. “That wasn’t so hard.” The words were a throaty rasp, full of admiration that made Daniel’s skin glow with heat. “Now come fuck your girl.”
Everything was ballet. Daniel had never been involved in something so physically beautiful and so mentally goddamn excruciating. Surging into Naya, though, was like coming home after a long walk through a dark, dangerous forest. He found the pace, the depth, the strength they both loved. She arched her neck, but true to her orders, she didn’t say a word. Didn’t even make a sound.
Remy knelt beside her on the couch, jeans thrust down, condom off. He was stroking himself. His avaricious gaze shifted across their bodies. The mysterious shadows Daniel had seen in Remy’s eyes were long gone. “So good,” he whispered. “Both of you, so good.”
Trying to stave off the inevitable need for more of the man’s praise, more of his goddamn choreography, Daniel bucked harder. She was so damn wet. She was gorgeous. She was his and he could come whenever he wanted because she was what he needed, all he needed…
A soft chuckle dragged Daniel’s attention back to where Remy was jerking off in earnest. Quick, fast, violent strokes. “Waiting for something, boy?”
“Fuck off.”
“Fine, fine. Go ahead, Naya girl. Come for us. Make as much noise as you want. I want to hear all of it.”
Her release was like a burst of cannon fire. First her lungs, on a shriek that had been pent up for what must’ve seemed like a lifetime. Then her body. She reared back, slapping against Daniel’s pelvis with each thrust.
“Hurt me please, Sir.”
Remy complied without hesitation—impressive, seeing as how he’d needed to release his cock to do so. He used taut, curved fingertips to scrape her fresh welts and
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