I can smell her arousal, see the evidence of it glistening on her thighs.
I pause and look up at her, my breath hot on her skin.
“Tell me what you want, Ellie,” I demand, my voice rough.
“I…I want you to touch me,” she stammers, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire, even after everything we’ve done over the months. I love that every interaction with her is like the first time, that she can still blush and flutter her lashes like a meek virgin, when she’s anything but.
I smile a slow, predatory smile and lower my head, my tongue finding her clit, circling it, teasing her. I taste her…and something else, something salty and unfamiliar.
Landon.
Fuck.
Ellie cries out, her hands fisting the sheets, her body squirming as I lick and suck, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Do you like that, love?” I lift my face from her perfect pussy and replace it with my hand, sliding two fingers into her wetness.
“God, yes, Beckett. Yes,” she whimpers, writhing on the bed, her perfect breasts bouncing.
Landon’s hand joins mine, his fingers slipping inside her, curling up to stroke that sensitive spot. She moans, her body tensing as we bring her to the brink and then push her over. She cries out, her body convulsing, her hands gripping our hair as she rides out her orgasm.
But we’re not done with her yet.
I move back up her body, my hardness pressing against her thigh, and glance over my shoulder at Landon, a silent question in my eyes. He nods once.
Then, in a flurry of movements, I lift Ellie until she’s on her knees between us.
“Is this okay, kitten?” Landon purrs, his lips scraping her neck from behind.
Ellie’s blue-gray eyes, wide and guileless without her glasses, peer up at my face, and I’m struck dumb all over again at the sight of her. How did I get this lucky? I would fight off a thousand POP members if it means being here, with her.
“I want you, my love,” I tell her reverently, claiming her lips in a slow, sensual kiss.
Her tiny fingernails dig into my shoulders as she positions herself over my throbbing erection. “Yes, Beckett. Yes.”
I push inside, her tightness enveloping me, her body still pulsing from her first orgasm. I groan and close my eyes. All I want to do is savor the feeling of her around my cock.
She's still wet, still slick from him. The thought is a comfort. Her eyes are wide, locked on mine as I start to move, fucking her with deep, loving strokes. Each thrust is a promise. Each withdrawal a tease. This is our pussy. She's ours to love, ours to fuck, ours to cherish.
Her body arches into mine, her hips rising to meet me, taking everything I'm giving her. I can feel her getting closer, her inner muscles clenching around me. I move my hand from her mouth to her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, hard circles.
I stop before we can go any further. This isn’t just about the two of us. No. Not just us.
She whimpers and attempts to gyrate her hips again, but I place my hands on her waist, holding her still.
“Patience, love,” I purr. She cries out in denial, a sharp, ragged sound that I swallow with my mouth over hers. “Patience,” I repeat, pulling away.
Landon moves behind her, his body pressing against her back, his hand reaching between our bodies to touch her,prepare her. She tenses slightly at the first flick of his fingers in her folds, the tip of them gliding along my cock, and shoots me a wide-eyed stare. I nod reassuringly at her as Landon lathers up her juices.
Landon brings his fingers to Ellie’s back entrance and begins to circle it, rubbing her own arousal into the sensitive skin. She tenses, her eyes meeting mine, a mix of fear and excitement percolating in their depths. I lean down and capture her mouth in another reassuring kiss, my hand reaching up to cup her breast, my thumb brushing against her nipple.
“She’s so fucking tight,” Landon breathes as he presses one finger inside of her, no doubt feeling her resistance.
“Relax, love,” I coo, kneading Ellie’s tit. “Relax.”
Landon moves slowly, gently, his finger sliding in and out, stretching her, preparing her. Ellie moans, her body arching as I continue to tease her nipple, pulling it between my thumb and forefinger.
Landon adds another finger, and her body tenses briefly before relaxing again, her arousal coating his fingers. She gasps and pulls away from me to press against him, seeking more. I can sense her excitement, her desire, and it only serves to heighten my own.
