Filthy F*ck Dreams

g orgasm ripple through my muscles. I'm a mess, sprawled and boneless, feeling the s

what just happened, a hand grips my upper

ss tangle of fabric around my waist, leaving my bare ass and pussy exposed to the cool air of the room. He doesn't give me a moment t

palms flattening against the pane to steady myself. Below us, the city sprawls out in a glittering grid of lights

ounds me, intoxicating and sharp. His hands roam over my hips, sliding up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing the sensiti

sence a heat source that contrasts with Derek's cool control. He runs a finger down my spine, traci

his voice low and rough. "Not even close. You

rd ridge of his cock. He grinds slowly, teasing me with the promise of another round. "I hav

st the window. I feel vulnerable, exposed, trapped between the glass and two men who are intent o

eyes," Der

ensation of the cold glass on my breasts and stomach, and the heat of their hands on my skin. I hea

on my waist. "Stay rig

ng, my senses heightened in the darkness. I hear Jace return, the rustle of fab

lk s

te blackness. The loss of sight is disorienting. Every sound, the hum of the city be

my neck. "Now you don't get to see what we

lbows to steer me. The floor changes from hardwood to something softer under my

table," D

wn on a hard, cool surface. The dining table. I shift, my ass resting on the polished wo

instructs, pushing

he ribs down. I feel the cool air conditioning blowing over my wet, sensitive pussy, still throbbing from the abuse it jus

tches. What

ou," Derek says, his voice coming from somewher

I hear the snap of a leather strap. The heavy th

rt simple,

uch, barely there, raising gooseflesh on my skin. It trails upward, maddeningly slow, avoiding the places I wan

the word escaping b

he table above my head. He secures it there maybe with a cuff, maybe just his grip

touch me,

ou," Jace corrects

etal tip. It presses against my clit, not moving, just resting t

his voice dropping an octav

contrast between the cold object and my burning flesh is agonizing. Slowly, agonisingly, he drags the metal down, slidin

lready," Derek obser

t later, a warm, slick finger circles my asshole. I moan, my back arching off

ce whispers in my ear, leaning close. "We're going to

a fresh wave of arousal flooding my system. I'm blind, bound, and completely at their mercy. The game has begun