“Bruise him,” he ordered. “Everybody’s being too fucking easy on him tonight.”
Eric laughed, a mean sound, and his hands went to Jesse’s hips. “Gladly.”
Jesse whimpered in the back of his throat as pain flowered through his body. He knew he’d have ten finger-shaped marks on his hips for a long time, and Eric used enough force to make his teeth rattle. But looking at Gideon focused Jess, and soon pleasure began to overtake the pain, moving with it side by side.
Monique moaned, her strong thighs surprisingly hot around his face. It was difficult to concentrate on his task while it felt like he was being split in two, but he pulled her clit between his teeth, alternately biting and sucking. Supporting himself on only one hand, he sought out her opening with his other and thrust his fingers into her wet channel.