Chapter 164: Teamwork ***
Zara lifted her head.
She looked at the thick, heavy length resting against his thigh, already beginning to swell and thicken in the cool air. She met Sophie’s gaze, a dark, wicked amusement passing between them.
"I suppose we should do something about that," Zara said.
Diana paused her massage, looking down over Ryan’s chest to see what was happening.
She didn’t pull away. She just shifted her weight, leaning her forearms against his shoulders, her body heat pressing down on him from above.
"Go slow," Diana murmured to the other two women, her voice hushed and intimate. "He doesn’t need to rush this."
"We won’t," Zara promised.
She shifted her position, bringing her knees closer together, completely boxing in his right side. She reached out, her delicate fingers wrapping lightly around the base of his shaft.
Ryan’s breath hitched, his abdominal muscles locking tight. He opened his eyes, looking down the length of his body.
Zara and Sophie were looking at each other, not at him.
"You want to guide, or should I?" Sophie asked casually, leaning her weight on one hand as she looked at the supermodel.
"I’ve got the base," Zara replied, her thumb tracing a slow, agonizingly light circle against his skin. "You take the top. Let’s see how long we can draw it out."
Ryan let his head fall back against the headboard, surrendering completely to the slow, burning friction they were about to build.
The synchronization was terrifyingly perfect.
Zara’s hand maintained a firm, unyielding grip at the base of his shaft, anchoring the heat, while Sophie leaned across his left thigh.
Sophie’s fingers were slick with the lingering moisture from earlier, and she used it, wrapping her hand around the thick, swollen head of his cock.
They moved together without exchanging another word, falling into a smooth, devastating rhythm.
Sophie pulled upward, her palm dragging the slick skin taut, stopping just before the tip.
The moment she released the pressure, Zara’s hand slid downward, squeezing firmly, pulling the friction all the way back to the root. Up and down. A continuous, unbroken cycle that sent violent shocks of pleasure straight into Ryan’s nervous system.
"Fuck," Ryan grunted, his hips twitching involuntarily off the mattress.
"Keep your hips down," Sophie murmured, her voice entirely calm, though her eyes were dark with heavy, pooling arousal. She pressed her free hand flat against his stomach, holding him flush against the bed. "We’re not rushing this."
Above him, Diana resumed her work on his shoulders. She didn’t try to join the physical stimulation below his waist; she understood exactly how to amplify it from where she was.
She leaned down, her warm, damp hair creating a curtain around his face. She pressed open-mouthed kisses along the heavy curve of his collarbone, her tongue tracing the erratic, hammering pulse at the side of his neck.
"You’re shaking," Diana whispered against his skin, her breath hot and soothing. She ran her hands down his biceps, her nails dragging lightly enough to raise goosebumps. "Just let it build."
Ryan clamped his jaw shut. The sensory input was overloading his brain.
The slick, maddening glide of Sophie and Zara’s hands working in tandem felt entirely different from anything he had experienced. It was deliberate. It was a methodical, coordinated dismantling of his physical restraint.
"He likes it when you press there," Zara noted quietly, looking at Sophie’s hand.
Sophie adjusted her grip slightly, her thumb dragging heavily over the sensitive frenulum on the upstroke. "Like this?"
"Yeah," Zara murmured, her own grip tightening at the base to trap the blood, making him throb violently against their palms. "Look at his jaw clench."
Ryan let out a low, ragged scrape of a breath. He reached out blindly, his hand tangling into the silk sheets, his knuckles turning white. The steady, unbroken friction was a rising tide, drowning him inch by inch.
"Don’t stop," Ryan rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his chest.
"We aren’t going to," Diana soothed from above, her lips moving from his neck to his jawline. She kissed the corner of his mouth, a soft, lingering pressure that tasted of tea and exhaustion.
Zara leaned forward, bringing her face close to his stomach. She didn’t use her mouth, but her hot breath washed over his slick, straining flesh every time she exhaled. She kept her eyes fixed on the heavy, rhythmic motion of their hands.
"Shift up a little," Sophie told Zara, her voice dropping into a breathless whisper. "I need room."
Zara moved her knees, sliding an inch higher on the mattress. The adjustment caused her bare breast to brush against the hard muscle of Ryan’s thigh.
The accidental, searing contact sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to his groin.
He couldn’t stay passive any longer.
The Warlord Protocol didn’t allow him to simply endure pleasure; it demanded participation. The slow, agonizing buildup had pushed the adrenaline back into his bloodstream, burning away the heavy fog of sleep.
With a sudden, violent surge of motion, Ryan sat up.
Diana let out a surprised gasp, pulling back quickly as his broad shoulders lifted off the headboard. Sophie and Zara froze, their hands stalling on his shaft, their eyes flying wide as the entire dynamic of the bed shifted in a fraction of a second.
Ryan didn’t speak. He reached out, his massive hands gripping Zara by the hips.
He hauled her forward, dragging her completely over his body, and flipped her onto her back in the center of the mattress.
Zara hit the pillows with a soft thud, a breathless laugh escaping her lips as her dark hair fanned out across the white cotton. She looked up at him, her dark eyes blazing with a sudden, feral challenge.
Ryan moved over her, settling his weight between her spread thighs. He didn’t break eye contact. He guided his thick, aching length directly to her slick entrance and drove his hips forward, sinking into her tight, gripping heat in one smooth, unbroken stroke.
Zara groaned, her back arching off the mattress, her hands flying up to grip the hard muscles of his arms.
"My turn," Ryan growled, his voice a dark, lethal rumble.
He didn’t set a brutal, punishing pace. He maintained the agonizingly slow, deliberate rhythm the women had established. He pulled back until he was nearly free, then buried himself to the hilt, letting the heavy, wet friction burn through both of them.
He wasn’t alone in the execution.
Sophie shifted immediately, crawling up the left side of the bed until she was kneeling right beside Ryan’s hip. She didn’t try to interrupt the connection between him and Zara.
She pressed her bare side flush against his waist, wrapping one leg over the back of his thigh to anchor herself to his movement. She reached out, her hands flattening against his sweat-slicked chest, her fingers tracing the heavy, flexing muscles of his abdomen with every downward thrust.
On his right side, Diana moved in. She knelt closely beside him, leaning over his back. She wrapped her arms around his torso, her bare breasts pressing heavily against his shoulder blades.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, pressing open-mouthed, wet kisses against his skin, her hot breath washing over him in a steady, encouraging rhythm.
"Yes," Diana whispered against his neck, her hands sliding down his chest to tangle with Sophie’s fingers over his heart. "Just like that. Keep going."
The coordination was absolute.
Zara took the deep, heavy impact of his hips, her walls spasming around him, her moans rising into the quiet air of the bedroom.
Sophie grounded him, her hands providing a firm, tactile anchor on his chest, her skin burning against his side.
Diana wrapped around him from behind, her mouth soothing the tension in his neck, her weight adding a heavy, comforting gravity to his movements.
He was surrounded. Consumed. The physical sensations overlapped and compounded until he couldn’t tell where one woman’s touch ended and another began.
"Ryan," Zara gasped, her head tossing side to side, her nails biting into his forearms. She was incredibly tight, the slow, grinding friction pushing her dangerously close to the edge. "It’s too deep—I can’t—"
"You can do it," Sophie murmured softly, leaning over to brush a damp strand of hair from Zara’s face. She sounded entirely invested in the shared experience. "Let him finish it."
Ryan’s breathing turned ragged. The slow pace was tearing his control to shreds. The pressure at the base of his spine coiled into a dense, agonizing knot.
He sped up, his hips snapping forward with heavy, concussive force. The wet slap of his pelvis hitting Zara’s thighs echoed loudly, mixing with the heavy rain battering the windows.
Diana’s grip tightened around his torso, holding him steady as his thrusts became violent. Sophie’s hands pressed harder into his chest, feeling the frantic, hammering rhythm of his heart.
"I’m close," Ryan rasped, his jaw locking tight, the muscles in his neck pulling taut.
"Do it," Zara sobbed, her legs locking tightly around his waist, pulling him as deep as anatomically possible. Her core clamped down on him, a series of rapid, crushing spasms that milked the very life out of his veins.
The climax hit him like a detonating explosive.
With a deep, guttural roar, Ryan drove his hips forward one last time. He erupted, flooding Zara with thick, heavy pulses of heat. He held himself buried to the hilt, his entire body trembling violently as the orgasm wracked his frame.
Diana kissed the sweat from his shoulder, her arms holding him tight.
Sophie rested her forehead against his ribs, her hands soothing the rigid muscles of his chest. Zara clung to him, entirely unraveled by the sheer, devastating intensity of the connection.
He collapsed forward, his weight pinning Zara to the mattress, completely exhausted.
