5: By My Ex-husband's Enemies

CAMILE

“Yes”

The words had barely left my mouth when my hand was grabbed, and I was led away from the club. I didn’t know where we were going until the hallway swallowed us, and Arlo pushed open a door to a room, Kael right behind us.

The moment the door clicked shut, he was steering me back until the backs of my knees touched the bed, and I sat.

And just like that, Arlo dropped to his knees, eyes dark, hungry, and fixed on me as he hooked two fingers under my panties and dragged them down so quickly, I gasped.

“Already making those little noises for me,” he said, voice rough enough to scrape down my spine. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

My breath stuttered, and I lifted my gaze to Kael.

He was standing there like sin with a pulse, calm and composed, which was the opposite of Arlo’s recklessness and hunger. Then slowly, he removed his glasses… then his wristwatch… then his jacket.

Every movement was deliberate, slow enough to make me feel watched in a way that made heat roll low in my belly.

He was so fucking hot.

“We’re going to have so much fun with you, Camile,” he murmured, voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous as anything I’ve ever heard, his eyes never leaving my body.

Then Arlo’s hungry mouth was on me.

A sharp cry tore out of my throat before I could trap it. My head fell back, my hands scrambling for something to hold onto.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned out

My back arched off the bed as he devoured my pussy with reckless abandon like it was his last meal, clearly determined to ruin any memory I had of being touched before.

God. Even Zane wasn’t this good at giving me head. Never this good.

The bed dipped behind me, and I opened my eyes to see Kael behind me now, so close that I could feel his breath skim my shoulder.

“You look beautiful like this,” he whispered against my skin as his fingers brushed past my face to my collar and then my cleavage, “Wanton. Finally getting what you deserve.”

My reply was a string of incoherent moans.

Kael kissed the side of my throat, tender in a way that made the rest of me shake harder.

Then lower.

His fingers brushed the straps of my clothes, easing them off my shoulders like I was something precious and fragile, which only made the heat worse, because Arlo was anything but gentle between my legs.

When Kael’s mouth closed around my breast, I lost it.

A slow suck that made my whole body jerk and my thighs try to close around Arlo’s head, not that he let me, holding her thigh apart as he dove right in again.

“Kael—” My voice broke into a moan. “God… please”

“Mmm.” He flicked his tongue over my nipple, perfectly timed to the pulse Arlo was dragging out of me. “You feel that? That’s how you’re supposed to be touched.”

Arlo's hands gripped my hips bruisingly, pulling me harder into his face, his stubble scraping my inner thighs in a delicious burn.

Kael continued sucking my nipples while his fingers traced lazy circles on my other breast, pinching just enough to make me gasp.

The contrast was maddening, Arlo’s roughness and Kael’s controlled hunger, pulling me apart from both ends until it felt like my body didn’t know who to react to first.

I tangled my fingers in Arlo's hair, urging him on as my hips bucked involuntarily. Kael shifted, his body pressing against my back, his hardness evident through his pants as he nipped at my earlobe.

“Let go for us,” he murmured, voice smooth like velvet, before capturing my mouth in a deep, languid kiss that muffled my cries.

Arlo didn't let up, his tongue thrusting roughly, teeth grazing just enough to sting and spark.

My climax hit like a wave in a storm, crashing over me and my moans vibrating into Kael's kiss. Wet heat pulsed from me, my juices coating Arlo's chin, the obscene sounds of my release mixing with his satisfied grunts.

As I came down, panting and trembling from the overstimulation, Kael pulled back from our kiss, his eyes gleaming with that refined hunger.

He helped me lie back on the bed, his touches feather-light, a stark contrast to Arlo's frantic energy that still buzzed in the air.

Arlo rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, chest heaving as if he'd just run a marathon.

“Fucking delicious,” he growled, stripping off his shirt in one impatient yank, revealing those scarred, taut muscles.

Without waiting, he climbed over me while Kael moved to my side as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“You're exquisite, darling,” he breathed, his polished accent wrapping the words like velvet. “Hear those little sounds she's making? Drives a man mad.” He said to Arlo with a smirk.

Arlo chuckled darkly, shoving his pants down and freeing his hard length.

“Damn right. Your ex-husband is a fool for letting this go… couldn't handle a woman who sings like that.”

And without any warning, he thrust into me in one motion, his hips snapping forward with impatient force, the slap of skin echoing, filling me deep and raw.

I choked out a cry, my pussy clenching around him.

“Easy there, mate,” Kael said with a soft laugh, watching us as he shed the rest of his clothes. “Don’t break her pussy before I get the chance,”

Arlo grunted in response as he grew rougher, animalistic, each drive pounding jolts of pleasure-pain up my spine.

My walls gripped him slick and tight, the wet sounds of our joining lewd in the room. I moaned high and broken, overstimulation making every thrust feel like fire and bliss, my body quivering uncontrollably.

“Oh… fuck, yes. My god. Please!” I moaned out.

Those sounds spurred him on, his fingers digging into my thighs.

“Shit, keep moaning like that, and I'll lose it,” Arlo rasped, pace brutal, shaking the bed and making my breasts bounce with each slam.

Kael positioned himself near my head, his cock hard and ready. He brushed it against my lips gently, waiting for my shaky nod before I parted for him, the clean, musky taste flooding my mouth.

I sucked tentatively at first, matching his controlled rocks, his hand threading through my hair without a tug.

“Look at her, Arlo,” Kael murmured, voice husky with passion. “I always knew she could take us both so beautifully.”

Heat coiled fast in me again, my cries vibrating around Kael as my pleasure built to a fever pitch, every sound I made drawing groans from them both. The rough drag inside, the smooth slide on my tongue, flesh slapping and wet suction filling the air.

It was too much.

Arlo's pace stuttered, body tensing.

“Coming—fuck!” He roared gutturally, flooding me hot and deep, thrusts erratic as he rode it out.

The rush tipped me over, my second climax ripping through in shuddering waves, screams muffled around Kael, turning him on fiercer.

He followed with a restrained groan, spilling warm pulses into my mouth, his thumb stroking my cheek tenderly.

I swallowed the salty remnants, body trembling and spent from the overload. Arlo lay beside me while Kael drew me into his arms, his touch gentle as he wiped a damp strand from my face.

“You did so well, love,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.