I glance up at the ceiling, where I know the hidden camera is—certain Hunter is watching—and wink at him with a smirk right before I flick out my tongue and lick her from arsehole to clit.
“Oh Jesus,” she says on a gasp.
I chuckle and suck down hard on her clit, then dip my tongue inside her opening. Fuck, she tastes fantastic, sweeter than honey. She’s so wet, and I lap at her juices.
It’s clearHunter got her well and truly worked up, which means what we’ve always known—she was made for us. And damn, the thoughtof fucking her into complete submission has my cock hardening even more,strainingpainfully against these damn jeans. Ireach down, fumbling with my fly, and free my cock.
I return my attention to her clit, sucking her swollen, sensitive bud into my mouth, savouring every single swirl of my tongue against her heated flesh, needing her to come completely undone.
“Oh, Harrison, please. I can’t,” she croaks out.
Fuck me, she begs me so beautifully, but I’m relentless in my task as I slip two fingers deep inside her. She grinds her hips against my face, reaching out to grip my hair as she moans, chanting my name as she finally gives into the pleasure.
“Fuck, yes, Harrison, right there.”
Her orgasm crashes through her and goes on and on before it finally begins to subside.
She tries to push me away, but I splay my palm over her lower abdomen.
“I don’t think so. I’m not done with you yet,” I say against her clit, continuing my sensuous assault on her pussy.
Because now I’ve tasted her and she’s come on my tongue, I need her to do it again. Only this time, I’m determined to make her squirt.
Chapter 8
Ari
“It’s too much,” I say in a futile attempt to push him away, my oversensitive clit begging for a break.
I’m at war with wanting him to stop and needing him to make me come again, because fucking hell. I thought taking care of myself this morning was glorious; it has nothing on the pleasure he and Hunter have pulled from me. I’m still not even sure if this is real. The me in my right mind wouldn’t be letting this happen… would I?
Yeah, I’ve dreamt about them doing things to me and woke up a hot mess. I just always tried to push it out of my mind, but the dreams have always been so vivid. Even in the light of day, deep down, I couldn’t deny my attraction to them even if I wanted to. And I know this entire situation has the potential to be a colossal mess.
But I’m too consumed with lust to worry about the consequences of my actions. If I’m joining them both in hell, I’m making sure it’s worth my while, and that I get some well-deserved orgasms when I do.
“You can take it. Your body is made for this. You’ve already gushed all over my tongue and fingers. But I need more.”
I blush profusely as I stare down at the man who still has my legs hooked over his shoulders, his hot breath skittering over my sensitive flesh as he stares back at me, his eyes just as lust-drunk as mine probably are right now.
I bite my lip. We should not be doing this.
“Stop overthinking it. Just be here with me, in the moment. Forget about everything else and just let go.”
He delicately peppers the inside of my thigh with soft kisses, the gesture oddly intimate, right before he sucks down on my skin.
His fingers move back to my entrance, and he presses two long fingers deep inside me, wet heat instantly flooding me.
He groans and pulls back, shifting my legs, and before I can even process what’s happening, he flips me onto my stomach, my heart racing.
“Get on your hands and knees, Ari.”
I swallow hard, breaking out in goosebumps at his request—no, his demand.
His hand slaps my arse. “Now.”
Fuck, that was hot.
This time, I do as I’m told, getting on my hands and knees, my arms shaking slightly.
