She was the one to take my shirt off first.
I didn’t even try to stop her, nor did I falter at removing hers. With practiced ease, I reached around and unsnapped her bra, letting her breasts spill free.
“Fuck, I’ve missed these,” I murmured, kissing along her jaw then down her neck as she let her head fall back. I kissed a path to her breasts as I lay her on her back.
Gently, I sucked against her breasts before paying attention to her tight nipples.
While my mouth was occupied and she was making the sweetest noises for me, I let my hand travel south, where I pushed off her little pajama shorts.
I wasted no time in locating her clit and rubbing it the way I remembered she liked.
I kissed her lips again as she gasped softly.
“Fuck, you’re soaked for me,” I murmured against her soft lips. “And I am a man dying of thirst.”
That was all the warning she got before my head was buried between her legs, eating her as she fisted the blankets. I tugged her closer, completely feral and ravenous for her.
“Cole,” she moaned softly, her hands on her breasts. “Oh, my god.”
Fuck yeah. I still had it.
Anson shifted forward, his cock out.
I growled, eating her faster, making her cry out as he tried to push his pierced dick into her mouth.
He grunted, clearly irritated, but he managed to get his cock into her mouth to silence my name on her lips.
Prick bastard.
Her body shook before she was clawing at my hair, her thighs clenched around my head as she came full force into my mouth.
And fuck was it GOOD.
Satisfaction rolled through me. It had been a long fucking time since I ate pussy, but I guess it was like riding a bike.
Anson pulled free from her mouth as I sat up and wiped my lips.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to react to seeing him fuck her, so I kept telling myself to breathe. That I could get through this. So far, I was doing well, but I liked to think the alcohol was a big determining factor in that.
“You good, baby?” Anson asked softly.
“Y-yes,” Rosalie managed to rasp, her body still trembling a little. I stared proudly down at her, knowing I was the reason for her reaction, before I pushed my bottoms off, letting my cock spring free.
Anson glanced at my junk and raised a brow.
“Impressive, huh?” I asked, smirking at him as I gave it a rough stroke. “Free rides for screamers, Beyers.”
“You’re propositioning me?” He chuckled. “I’m not going to sword fight you, Scott.”
“I don’t want to sword fight. You keep your dick out of my personal bubble. Shit is armored and weaponized.” I glanced at the piercing in his dick again before shaking my head. I hated the asshole, but even I had to admit he was packing some major heat.
Figured, the prick.
I went back to looking at Rosalie. She smiled up at me, her eyes glassy.
“Are you drunk, baby?” I asked softly. “I won’t do this if you’re too far gone.”
“I’m perfect,” she said. “Just the right amount of gone.”
