All The Pretty Little Lies (Second Sons Duet #1)

29. Vesper

VESPER

I watch as Zaire's face disappears from the screen, his last smoldering look seared into my memory. My body still thrums with desire, a delicious ache pulsing between my thighs. Oscar moves away from me, his tall frame casting a shadow as he crosses the room to shut my bedroom door. The soft click of the latch echoes in the silence, and I shiver, suddenly aware of how exposed I am.

Oscar turns back to me, his blue eyes darkening with an intensity that makes my breath catch. He stalks towards the bed with predatory grace, his gaze never leaving mine. In one fluid motion, he grasps my wrist and pulls me to my feet, my body colliding with his hard chest.

"Vesper," he growls, his voice low and rough with desire. Before I can respond, his lips crash against mine in a searing kiss that steals the air from my lungs. His hands tangle in my hair, angling my head to deepen the kiss as his tongue explores my mouth with passionate urgency.

When we finally break apart, gasping for air, Oscar's eyes are molten with lust. "I could hear you," he murmurs against my lips, his breath hot on my skin. "From the kitchen. Every little moan, every gasp."

My cheeks flush with embarrassment, but the heat pooling in my core tells a different story. "You and Talon?" I manage to ask, my voice breathy and unsteady.

Oscar nods, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "We both could. And let me tell you, it was the sweetest torture imaginable."

His admission sends a thrill through me, a mixture of mortification and arousal that makes my head spin. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize-"

"Don't apologize," Oscar cuts me off, his hand cupping my face. "I liked it. Hearing you seek your own pleasure, knowing what was happening in here..." He trails off, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “Did you like knowing that Talon and I might hear your every gasp, every whimper?"

I should feel mortified, but instead, a fresh wave of arousal washes over me. "Yes," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "I liked it. I liked Z telling me what to do, guiding me. And I liked knowing you might hear me."

Oscar's eyes flash with approval and something darker, more possessive. His grip on my waist tightens. "Tell me more," he demands softly. "Tell me exactly what you liked, Vesper."

I swallow hard, my heart racing. The words tumble out, fueled by lingering desire and the intoxicating nearness of Oscar's body. "I liked feeling desired, feeling powerful. I liked the way Z's voice got deeper, rougher. The way he praised me. And..." I hesitate, biting my lip.

"And?" Oscar prompts, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip.

“I wished you were watching us both. Watching him pleasure me.”

A low growl rumbles in Oscar's chest. He pulls me impossibly close, his arousal evident against my hip. "Careful, solnishko," he warns, using the Russian endearment that never fails to make my knees weak. "You're playing with fire."

I arch against him, relishing the way his breath hitches. "Maybe I want to burn," I whisper, trailing my fingers down his chest.

Oscar's control snaps. In one fluid motion, he lifts me, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he carries me back to the bed. As he lowers me onto the mattress, his eyes lock with mine, filled with promise and barely restrained passion.

"Then let's set the world ablaze," he murmurs, before claiming my lips once more.

Oscar's fingers trail up my inner thighs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reaches the apex, he groans, feeling the evidence of my arousal soaking through the delicate fabric.

"Christ, Vesper," he breathes, his voice husky with desire. "You're drenched."

Before I can respond, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and tears them off with a sharp tug. The sound of ripping fabric mingles with my gasp of surprise and arousal.

Oscar's eyes lock with mine as he quickly shoves his jeans down, freeing himself. In one swift motion, he's inside me, stretching and filling me so completely that I cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck," he growls, his hips snapping forward with an urgency I've never felt from him before. This isn't the controlled, measured Oscar I'm used to. This is raw, primal need, and it sets my body ablaze.

He pounds into me relentlessly, each thrust driving me higher. My nails rake down his back as I arch beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The room fills with the sound of skin on skin, our breathless moans, and the creaking of the bed beneath us.

Just when I think I can't take anymore, Oscar shifts us. He sits back on his heels, lifting me effortlessly onto his lap, his cock still buried deep inside me. The new angle sends sparks of pleasure shooting through my core.

"Ride me," he commands, his hands gripping my hips. "Show me how much you want this."

I begin to move, rolling my hips in a sensual rhythm. Oscar's head falls back, a groan escaping his lips as I take control. I increase my pace, chasing my release with single-minded determination.

Oscar reaches over to my discarded phone on the floor, bringing it between us. The camera clicks. He moves his fingers and the sound of text being sent whooshes. A text chimes immediately after before it starts ringing. He answers the call.

“Show me,” Z’s demands. With a free hand, Oz twists the phone, so I can see the screen. Z's face fills it, his eyes dark with desire as they lock onto mine. My breath catches at the raw hunger in his gaze, even through the digital barrier.

"Show me how well you can ride his cock, moya koroleva," Z commands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.

I watch, mesmerized, as Z positions his camera. His hand moves into view, wrapping around his thick, hard length. The sight makes my mouth water and my inner walls clench around Oscar.

"How does it feel, Vesper?" Z asks, his voice husky. "Tell me everything."

I moan, rolling my hips in a slow, sensual circle. Oscar's fingers dig into my flesh, guiding my movements. "It feels...God, it feels incredible," I manage to gasp out. "He's so deep, stretching me so perfectly."

Z's eyes darken further, his hand starting to move along his shaft. "More," he demands. "I want to hear every detail."

Oscar thrusts up suddenly, making me cry out in pleasure. "Tell him, solnishko," he growls. "Tell him how wet you are for us."

The dual stimulation of Oscar's cock inside me and Z's intense gaze through the screen is almost too much to bear. My movements become more frantic, chasing the peak that's building rapidly within me.

"I'm so wet," I moan, my head falling back as I ride Oscar harder. "I’m dripping down my thighs, coating his cock. It's...oh God, it's overwhelming."

Z's breath hitches audibly. "That's it, moya koroleva. Let me see how good it feels."

I look back at the screen, meeting Z's gaze as I increase my pace. Oscar's hands guide my hips, lifting me slightly before slamming me back down onto his length. The new angle has his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me with every thrust.

"Fuck," I whimper, my voice breaking. "I'm close. So close."

"Come for us," Z commands, his own movements becoming more erratic. "Let us see you fall apart."

Oscar's thumb finds my clit, circling it with practiced skill. The added sensation is all it takes to push me over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me in waves of white-hot pleasure, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around Oscar's length.

"That's it, solnishko," Oscar encourages, his voice strained. “Use my cock to find your release.”

Through the haze of my release, I hear Z's guttural groan, watch as his face contorts in ecstasy. The sight of him coming undone because of me, even from a distance, sends another jolt of pleasure through my oversensitive body.

Oscar follows soon after, his hips jerking erratically as he empties himself inside me with a low, drawn-out moan. His forehead presses against my shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.

Oscar gently shifts me in his lap, his hands gripping my thighs as he spreads them wider. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but the heat in his eyes and the low growl from Z through the phone sends a shiver of excitement through me. Oscar tilts my hips, angling my body towards the camera, and I can feel his release slowly trickling out of me.

"Look at her, Z," Oscar murmurs, his voice husky with satisfaction. "Filled with my cum and dripping onto the sheets. Isn't she perfect?"

Z's response is a deep, primal growl that reverberates through the phone's speaker. His eyes are dark with renewed lust, drinking in the sight of me. "Fucking beautiful," he rasps.

“Hurry home, brother,” Oscar smiles before pressing his finger to the screen, and tossing the phone onto the bed next to us.

I take a moment to gather my thoughts, still breathless from the intensity of what just transpired. "It felt empowering," I finally say, turning to meet his gaze. "Amazing. A little confusing, if I'm being honest. But God, Oscar, I want to do it again."

His eyebrow quirks up, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Oh?"

I nod, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "With Z," I add, my voice barely above a whisper. "In person."

Oscar's laugh is rich and warm, filling the room. "My, my, solnishko," he teases, pulling me closer. "What happened to the innocent little mafia princess I first met? The one who blushed at the mere mention of a kiss?"

I smack his chest playfully, rolling my eyes. "She discovered the joys of having two incredibly sexy men at her disposal," I retort, unable to keep the grin off my face.

He captures my hand, bringing it to his lips to place a soft kiss on my knuckles. "And what a joy it is to be at your disposal," he murmurs, his eyes twinkling with mirth and affection.

We both dissolve into laughter, the tension of the moment breaking. As our giggles subside, I snuggle closer to Oscar, relishing the warmth of his body against mine. There's still so much uncertainty in our world, so many dangers lurking just beyond the borders of this room. But for now, wrapped in Oscar's arms with the memory of Z's heated gaze still fresh in my mind, I feel invincible.