The Architect (Nashville Neighborhood Book 3) by Nikki Sloane (freda ebook reader .txt) 📕

The moment between them was so shockingly intimate, I felt as if I were intruding simply by being in the same room.

Clay’s voice was low and uneven. “Make her come . . . and you can only use your mouth to do it.”

Oh, my God.

Travis jolted, breaking his gaze with the man to look at me as I lay motionless, still tied down to the table. Clay had come inside me, and I could feel it slowly dripping out between my legs.

“You want to share her with me?” Clay found his confidence again, and it built with each word. “Then, let’s share everything.”

My heart hammered in my chest as Travis stared at me and considered what he’d just been asked to do. It didn’t seem like Clay’s motivation was to humiliate the other man—it was a test. How badly did Travis want to be the one to bring me pleasure?

And how comfortable was he with the other man in this relationship?

He closed his hand around the one Clay had resting on his chest, and slowly pushed it away so he could move forward, his expression full of determination.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, and a thrill shot through me.

There was a loud thud as the ice dropped into the trash, while Travis moved to the end of the table and set his gaze upon me. It was so sexy and exciting, I could feel it like his hands were caressing me as it moved up my legs.

“This is what you want?” he asked. “Me to clean up after him?”

I didn’t know if this was a turn-on for the men, but for me? Fucking yes. Not just because I’d get an orgasm, but the idea of it . . . It was so dirty and hot, I couldn’t catch my breath. So, I swallowed thickly, gave him a shy smile, and bobbed my head.

Clay looked captivated. Like he didn’t want to miss a second of what was going to happen.

Travis urged my legs apart, slid his hands beneath my thighs, and held my gaze as he lowered in. My pulse was raging, making blood roar through my ears, and I pressed my lips together in anticipation of the moan I’d unleash when his mouth made contact.

His eyes, framed with long, dark lashes, fell closed.

Then his lips brushed against my damp skin and he gave me just a sliver of his tongue. It’d been a featherlight touch, but I jolted with pleasure. His second pass was less tentative. It started at the bottom of my entrance and went all the way up to my clit, and heat gathered inside me, building like a fire storm.

“Fuck.” Clay’s deeply appreciative word punched through the silence of the room, yanking my attention to him. My face flushed with warmth. Once again, he looked unprepared for the reaction this caused in him. Overcome by how much he liked it. He stared at me bound to the table he’d built, and watched as another man feasted on the pussy he’d just fucked.

Travis had been hesitant in the beginning, but he was all in now. His tongue spun cartwheels on my sensitive skin, and I gulped down air. It wasn’t going to take any time for him to make me come since Clay had laid all the groundwork.

Travis issued a soft noise of contentment, like he was enjoying himself, and I squeezed my eyes shut to listen better for a moment.

But my eyes blinked open to find his had too, and his mouth lifted away, just enough so he could speak. “You like this?” His question wasn’t for me—it was for the other man, and his tone was sinful. “Do you like how I’m licking the taste of you from her pussy?”

I turned my head, tucking my face into the side of my arm so I could muffle my groan of pleasure. His dirty talk was so fucking hot.

“Yeah, I do.” Clay exhaled loudly, still off-balance. “Do you?”

Travis mirrored Clay’s evil smile from before, and awareness washed over me.

Perhaps Clay had given this command to Travis to exert his power over him, to put the dominant who’d broken the rules back in his place. But if so, it’d failed spectacularly. The tables were turned, the power had flipped, and now it was all Travis’s.

Clay wasn’t the one in control of the scene anymore, and Travis didn’t just know it—he relished it. “I could eat this pussy all night.”

I writhed beneath his tongue that was determined to finish its task and undo both me and the man standing nearby at the same time. Clay wasn’t touching anyone, but he was just as much a part of the scene as everyone else. His hurried breath echoed in my ears the same way Travis’s murmurs of enjoyment did.

My legs trembled as my climax approached, growing closer every second. I strained against the ropes holding my wrists together, wanting to put a hand on Travis’s head and hold him in place. He’d focus in on exactly the right spot, only to move away as my moans swelled, drawing out my anticipation.

I’d hung so long right on the precipice I couldn’t take any more.

“Please,” I whispered on a broken breath. “Please make me come.”

He lifted his mouth and grinned up at me from between my thighs, his lips wet. “So, she does beg.”

My head thudded back against the table. He was too sexy to look at when power ripped through his eyes. And I couldn’t look at Clay either, but I didn’t need to. I could picture him standing there with his mouth hanging open in pleasant surprise. If Travis was his protégé, he had to be proud.

Travis’s tone was wicked as he spoke to the other man. “What do you think?”

I could hear his corrupt smile. “She asked so nicely.”

Travis’s tongue was lush as it massaged my clit, starting so slow and whipping faster to match my ragged breath. Sparks rolled up my shaking legs. My heart sprinted to keep up with the urgency he created. The need for