“You taste better than any high I’ve had in the last ten years, Princess. You’re going to be my new favorite addiction.”
Before I could respond, he dropped his head and speared his tongue into my soaking wet pussy. I cried out, grasping at his hair as he used his tongue and teeth to bring me to a dizzying climax faster than I would have thought possible. Before I could catch my breath, he pushed two fingers inside me and sucked hard on my clit, forcing me into a second orgasm.
I lasted two more before I had to press a shaking hand to his head and force him to stop. That tongue ring was a weapon of pussy destruction, and I was worried I wouldn’t be able to walk if he continued. Then again…maybe I didn’t need to.
“You’re officially the King of Orgasms, but now I need a rest. Can we just cuddle for a while?”
He retrieved a blanket from the floor and climbed onto the bed beside me, spreading it over our bodies.
“This is my favorite thing,” he said, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me tightly against him.
“Mine too,” I agreed and fell into a deep post-orgasm sleep.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Tatum
Fingers traced my collarbone,rousing me from sleep as the bus flew up the highway toward Columbus, Ohio. I hummed, shifting without opening my eyes to give him more access. I knew it was Tobias, not only because he’d fallen asleep beside me, which had become a habit for both of us, but because there was a curiosity that always bordered on worship when he touched me. Like he couldn’t believe how intense living in the moment could feel after dulling the world for so long.
That wandering hand slid over my breast and gave it a squeeze, then he pinched my hardening nipple. I gasped as a jolt of need shot through me, and I arched into his touch.
“Are you going to open your eyes? Or do you have a somnophilia kink you haven’t mentioned before?” he asked, humor coloring his voice.
An answering grin stretched across my face.
“Definitely something to take into consideration.”
Tobias groaned, pushing his body against mine so I could feel his hardness against my hip.
“I want to do so much to you. Can I fuck you this morning?”
A flash of the first time I’d seen Tobias’s naked body came to mind, and I shivered at the thought of all those piercings inside of me.
“Yes, please. If you want to.”
“Condoms are in the side drawer.”
I sat bolt upright as Calix’s voice invaded the space and found him leaning against the closed door.
“What the fuck, Calix?”
His steel-blue eyes, somehow so much colder than his twin’s, sparked with something wicked. “Don’t tell me you’re shy, Tater-tots. I’m sure De Beaux would be down for fucking with an audience.”
It was too early to deal with Calix’s shit, and honestly, I had to admit there was a part of me that liked the idea of him sitting in the cuck chair while Toby and I enjoyed ourselves.
Dismissing him with an eye roll, I cupped Tobias’s cheek and kissed him, slow and deep. He responded immediately, rolling his tongue over mine as he reached for the drawer.
“Strip for us,” he said, ripping the foil packet with his teeth and sliding his boxer briefs off his hips.
I whipped my T-shirt over my head and leaned over his erection, flicking my tongue over his apadravya piercing before he could cover it.
“Angel, you keep that up, and I’ll never get inside you. I’ve been close to the edge all morning just imagining this.”
This was the thing I loved about Toby. There was no pretense. Just an honesty that, while confronting at times, left me with no doubt of where I stood with him.
Calix could learn a thing or two.
