Facing the Music (Sinful Surrender #3)

21. Chapter 21

Chapter twenty-one

PAVAL

The return to the apartment is tense, Cairo making a beeline for the kitchen cabinets and huffing out a breath when he doesn’t find what he needs. I turn to Tia, hoping she’ll have an answer. Her cheeks are still flushed from when she came on my fingers. I’ve been thinking about dragging her into the guest bedroom and making her come at least two more times before falling apart on my cock but Cairo needs me.

Or at least I think he does.

I just don’t know how to protect him.

He’s not Tia.

Cairo stomps over to me, slick with sweat and a few cuts on the right side of his face. His lip is busted and there’s a nice bruise forming just below his eye. His gaze dips to my lips as he stands there, hands fisted at his sides, anxiety thick in the air.

“If you need something, Cairo, I need you to say it because you’re staring at my lips again.” It’s only been a day or two but I want to obsess over this man like I do Tia. However, I need to know that it’s something Cairo wants. That he wants me and not just the idea of me. Our current situation is fucked up, even more so because tonight was most definitely just the start of a partnership with Ada. She has me by the balls. “Cairo, do you need me?”

“I need you to get me out of my head. Make me forget the demons for one night. Fuck. I promised Tia I wouldn’t push but Paval—”

A wild grin splits across my lips as I grab the front of his neck and drag him down to me so that we’re at eye level. “Gladly.” Then I smash my lips to his, loving the way he melts for me. I love the way he tastes, even more than the way he submits. Just as he wants out of his head, I need a distraction from Ada and the way our lives are about to implode.

I walk him back into the fridge, reaching between us to shove his shorts and briefs down his massive thighs. A grunt tears from his throat when I wrap a hand around his cock, loving the way he bucks into my hand but that won’t do. I’m in charge of this moment. I need to be in charge. So, I place a hand on his hip, pressing him into the cold metal door as I stroke him.

Those beautiful sounds he makes are swallowed by my mouth as I take his pleasure, my heart beating a little faster when he comes all over my hand. Cairo’s head falls back against the fridge, heavy gasps coming from the man who’s taking what is left of my heart. I don’t know exactly what I’m doing but I want more.

So. Much. More.

Especially when I catch that look of peace on Cairo’s face as if he really did just need a rough touch to pull him back to reality again. Hopefully, one day he’ll tell me who put those demons there so I can do something about it. My attention is stolen by Tia who is slowly undressing before she points to the bedroom, both of us following in silence. Cairo grabs my hand for the short walk and brings it to his lips before obeying Tia’s directions.

“Babe, we’re only going to go as far as you’re comfortable, okay?” Tia presses a hand to my chest as Cairo climbs onto the bed and slips off his pants and briefs. “Do you want to watch?” My nostrils flare as I imagine Tia riding him but that’s not what I want. “Or do you want to give Cairo a distraction? Do you want to fuck him, Paval?”

My cock thickens at the thought of sliding into that muscular ass and hearing those pretty sounds falling from his lips. She giggles as she pats my chest and joins Cairo on the bed. She reaches over to the nightstand for a small bottle and she squeezes the contents in her open palm. Lube. My eyes widen as Cairo draws up his legs so that his feet are sitting by his ass, his hole on display for us.

Tia focuses on me as she presses two fingers to his puckered hole, both of their faces flush with desire. I can’t help myself as I shed my clothes and start stroking my cock using the same hand still covered in Cairo’s release. The slick of his cum has me hard and leaking in seconds as I watch Cairo’s face twist with pleasure. She works him over until his hips start to buck forward, meeting her fingers with a rhythm I want to join.

Not soon enough, Tia is waving me over and drawing me into a kiss. “He’s ready for you, babe.”

I swallow nervously as I settle between his thighs, Cairo looking up at me like I truly can save him. I want to be the one he needs, even if it’s just for one night. He reaches between us, stroking my cock and then lining it up with his ass. “Fuck me, Paval. Take me like I know you need to, like you know I need. We both need this distraction.” Cairo tugs me forward and I give in, surging into his ass with one fell thrust.

The resulting full-bellied groan from Cairo as he digs his fingers into my arms is everything. He’s so fucking tight, squeezing me like I belong there. I pull out and then thrust back in, enjoying the way his hips move forward to meet me. “You’re perfect,” I whisper, meeting those haunted blue eyes. My head falls to his shoulder as I start up a pace, rocking against him until I remember my woman is kneeling at our side, flushed and on edge.

This time when I pull out, I direct Cairo to flip over, gesturing to our woman. I know she’ll try and spout some bullshit that this moment is for us but I need this to be an all of us thing. All or nothing. I don’t know why but it’s both Cairo and Tia for me. Not one or the other.

“Come here, love,” Cairo drawls and then lets out a yelp when I slap his ass. The way his skin reddens with the outline of my handprint intrigues me. Knowing that this large man is submitting to me, letting me touch him and take him is going to fuck with my head in the best of ways. Tia doesn’t move from where she’s kneeling, staring at where my cock is nudged against his ass but she doesn’t get to just watch.

I want her sweet sounds mixing with Cairo’s. A devilish smile splits across my lips when the fighter drags her beneath him, spreads her legs, and then stuffs his head into her cunt. Her hands dive into his hair as he demands her pleasure and I sink back into Cairo’s ass. Now, this is perfect. Tia whimpers and moans as she stares at me, every thrust forward deepening Cairo’s advances.

None of us are going to last long. I reach around Cairo’s stomach and start jerking him off, matching my rhythm as I sink back into his ass, the three of us being a well-oiled machine of grunts and moans. If this is how this man is going to squeeze my cock every time I fuck him, he’s going to be my new obsession. I surge forward, one last time, spilling into Cairo’s ass as Tia screams out, her head flopping back against the headboard.

Cairo comes a few seconds later, coating my hand and the sheets below as I milk him until he tries to wriggle out of my grip. Laughter bubbles up from my throat, a happiness I haven’t been able to enjoy in weeks since I noticed something was off with Tia. It feels like we’ve made a step in a different direction, a better one.

I slide back, watching my cum dribble from his hole, tempted to stuff it back in or plug Cairo for another round. My head tilts to the side as I weigh my options, but ultimately I choose to watch my release pool between his thighs and gather with his own.

“Paval, I’ve been dreaming about this shit for way longer than you know," Cairo muses.

Tia sits up enough to prop herself on her elbows. “Paval…”

“ Again ,” I mumble, already reaching for Cairo. The man bursts out laughing, rolling over and holding up a hand for me to pause.

“Damn, Tia, you didn’t tell me he has the stamina of a horse.”