Blythe didn’t need to be asked twice. She rolled off the bed and hurried to the other side, just as Ricki was opening Abby’s lips with her fingers.
Abby moaned and put her hand on Ricki’s shoulder. Ricki looked up with hunger in her eyes. Their eyes locked for several beats. Abby nodded before Ricki lowered her lips to Abby’swetness. Abby tangled her fingers in Ricki’s hair at the first thrust of her tongue.
Blythe crawled onto the other side of the bed and positioned herself over Abby’s hand. As Ricki ran her tongue through Abby’s wetness, Abby slid two fingers inside of Blythe.
Ricki’s tongue was warm and soft. She didn’t go directly for Abby’s clit but teased around it, driving Abby crazy. When Abby could take it no longer, she squirmed and guided Ricki’s mouth to the spot that demanded her attention. Ricki gave in and sucked Abby’s nub into her mouth.
Moans filled the room, and Abby couldn’t tell where hers began and the others ended. The sound of their excitement was loud, louder than anything she’d experienced before. The sound of pleasure itself was a turn-on, and her excitement rose.
As Abby’s breathing became heavier, Ricki’s tongue moved faster, and in turn, Abby’s fingers moved faster over Blythe’s clitoris.
With the rhythmic thrust of Ricki’s tongue, the pressure built inside of Abby. “Oh, god, I’m coming,” Abby called as her orgasm exploded.
Blythe groaned and thrust against Abby’s hand as she had a loud orgasm of her own. She fell onto the bed beside Abby, breathing hard.
Ricki continued to run her tongue lightly over Abby’s clit until Abby put her hand on Ricki’s arm and tugged on it, communicating she wanted Ricki to come up beside her. Ricki crawled up the bed and collapsed on the opposite side of her.
“Jesus Christ,” Blythe said as she lay face down on the bed. “That was hot.”
Abby muttered her agreement.
Ricki stared at the ceiling, a distant look in her eyes.
Shit.Poor Ricki had been so focused on Abby’s pleasure, she’d not gotten her own release.
“But we’re not done,” Abby said.
“Huh?” Blythe muttered, sounding as if she was about to fall asleep. “Woman, I can’t believe you want more.”
Abby rolled over and put her head on Ricki’s shoulder. She ran her finger in a circle around Ricki’s nipple. “It’s not about me. Ricki needs taken care of.”
“Uh, that’s not my department,” Blythe said, pulling the covers over her.
“No, it’s mine.” Abby lowered her mouth to Ricki’s nipple.
Ricki shivered. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to,” Abby moved her hand between Ricki’s legs.
“Seriously, it’s okay,” Ricki said, but she spread her legs farther.
“It will be soon,” Abby said as she slipped her fingers into Ricki’s wetness.
CHAPTER 35
Blythe opened her eyesand stretched. The memory of last night flooded her mind.Holy hell.It had been intense. After her orgasm, she’d passed out. Not passed out, but she’d fallen asleep like the dead.
What time was it?She looked at the nightstand. Like most people, Abby didn’t have a clock, instead relying on her cellphone.
Cellphone.Blythe didn’t even know where hers was. The last time she remembered, she’d shoved it into the pocket of her shorts. That was a first. She’d fallen asleep without checking her posts.
She glanced over at Abby, who was still asleep, but Ricki was gone. Was she up already, or had she gone back to her own bed?
Blythe searched her memory, trying to recall the last thing Abby had said. Something about taking care of Ricki. That’s right. Blythe and Abby had orgasmed together, but Ricki hadn’t.
Had Abby? Surely, she wouldn’t have left Ricki hanging. But why would Ricki have left?
Blythe stretched again. It was just Ricki being Ricki. Some misguided idea that she shouldn’t sleep in the same bed with her and Abby. Never mind they’d just had sex. Blythe grinned. It was so typical of Ricki.
