My skin meets the soft felt of the table, my shoulders level with its edge, my head completely off and hanging upside down. He dips his hands in my hair, tugs with a slight groan, and then releases it, allowing it to fall, the ends likely teasing at the floor beneath.

The heat of his body hovers above me, and my nipples ache to be touched. My hands lift, gliding across them, and I grin at his sharp intake of breath.

His lips fall to my breastbone, and he kisses his way down, his nose pushing my left hand out of the way, so he can swirl his tongue around the sensitive point. He hesitates, mouth open, warm breath blowing over the cool spot and sending a chill through me.

And then he bites.

My eyes fly open, and the moment they do, I gasp, my thighs clamping around him.

Beretta stands behind Arsen at the opposite end of the room, his palms skating down his body until he reaches the waist of his jeans. Beretta says something into Arsen’s ear when he slips his hand inside his boxers, cupping Arsen, and Arsen’s low moan reaches us.

He yanks away, driving Beretta backward until he’s hitting the wall, and gently slams himself into him.

Beretta chuckles but quickly spins them again, and Arsen settles in place, his stance widening the slightest bit.

One of Arsen’s hands slides into Beretta’s hair, his mouth falling to his ear, as the other plants firmly on his shoulder, pushing him to his knees.

Beretta drops willingly, locking his fingers with Arsen’s on the way down.

I hold my breath as Beretta leans in, and while I can’t see in front of him, I know the moment he’s pulled him into his mouth.

Arsen’s head falls back to the wall, his free hand moving to cup Beretta’s face, and then his lids flick open, meeting mine.

Arsen winks, closes his eyes, and Ransom chooses that exact moment to push all the way inside me.

My back flies off the table and he uses the gap to slide his hands underneath, pulling me up. He backs up, lowering us onto the chair, my heels straight on the carpet at our sides, his legs stretched out in front of him, my breasts in his face.

I sink into him, and he growls, pushing my hips back and forth, grinding me on his cock rather than bouncing me up and down on top of him.

He wants to feel me, to fill me, fully and completely.

My eyes hold his, my palms flattening on his chest. I slide them up and over his shoulders and back, before driving my fingers into his hair and gently tugging on the length on top.