“Relax, Sunshine,” I murmur against her ear, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin just below it. “We’ve got you.”
She whimpers, the sound vibrating against my chest. It’s a needy, desperate noise that goes straight to my cock.
Knox pulls back from her mouth, his chest heaving, but he doesn’t step away. He looks at me over her shoulder, his eyes dark and wild.
“Fallon,” he growls. It’s a warning, but it sounds more like an invitation.
“I know,” I say. “I want this too.”
I kiss her neck, trailing my lips down the tendon to her collarbone. She tastes like vanilla and salt. Her skin is on fire, burning hot against my mouth.
“We need to see,” I say, my voice rough.
I pull back slightly, turning her around so she faces us both. She leans back against the sink, her chest rising and falling, her eyes wide and glazed.
“Show us, Amber. Show us how you get off.”
Her blush deepens, spreading down her neck. “Here?”
“Here.” Knox braces a hand on the counter beside her head, caging her in. “Touch yourself. Let us see what you like.”
She hesitates, her teeth catching her bottom lip. Then, slowly, her hand moves. She slides it down the front of her green dress, cupping herself between her legs. Her eyes flutter shut.
“Look at us,” I command. “Keep your eyes open.”
She forces her lids up, her gaze locking onto mine. She presses her palm against her clit through the fabric of her dress and tights, rubbing in slow circles.
“Fuck,” Knox breathes. “That is good.”
I can’t stand it anymore. I reach for her, spinning her back around to face the sink. I grab the hem of her dress, yanking it up to her waist.
“Hold onto the counter,” I tell her.
She grips the edge of the steel, her knuckles white. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her tights. I peel them down, taking her panties with them, dragging them over her hips and thighs until they pool at her ankles.
She’s exposed and wet. I can smell her—that rich, sweet scent of arousal that makes my head spin.
“You’re soaked,” I say, dropping to my knees behind her.
I spread her legs with my hands, opening her up. She whimpers, trying to close them, but I hold her steady.
“No,” I say. “Stay open.”
I lean in and lick a stripe up her center, from her entrance to her clit.
She cries out, her back bowing. “Oh, please!”
I do it again, harder this time, flattening my tongue to taste her properly. She’s incredible. Sweet and musky, and she shivers every time I drag over her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Eli moves in front of her, crowding her against the sink. He cups her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him.
“You’re doing so good, Amber,” he murmurs, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones. “Let Fallon make you feel good. Let us take care of you.”
I spit on my fingers, getting them wet, and press two inside her.
She gasps, her head falling forward onto Eli’s shoulder. I crook my fingers, searching for that spot inside, the one that makes her legs shake. When I find it, she screams, her inner muscles clamping down on me hard.
“Right there?” I ask, fucking her with my hand.
