Page 94 of What We Burn

“Why am I turned on by this?” Micah asks, thoroughly amused.

Milo lifts his head just long enough to grin up at them. His mouth is wet. His chin is wet. He looks deranged and completely at peace with it. “C is for clit, Holden. And clit is good enough for me.”

Everyone laughs but Eli. He hasn’t moved since he sat down. Eight feet away and not one inch closer.

“I’m going to ask Micah to replace you if you don’t shut up and eat me out right now,” Fury grinds out, pushing his head back down. The threat dissolves into a moan when his tongue flattens against her again.

“Yes! Right there— Milo—” Fury’s hips buck against his face.

Holden moves up to kiss her, swallowing the noises Milo is pulling out of her. Micah’s hand slides down to help hold her open.

“Fuck—That’s—” she gasps into Holden’s mouth. “Oh God⁠—”

“Make her come again,” I say.

Milo throws a thumbs-up without lifting his head and doubles down. Fury’s whole body locks up, then she’s coming harder than before, a raw, broken sound tearing out of her as she grinds against his face.

Milo works her through it, slow and filthy, then finally pulls back, mouth shiny. “Cookie Monster’s a happy boy.”

Fury giggles helplessly, tears on her face.

Micah’s thumb strokes her jaw, grounding her, while Holden murmurs, “Is it too much?” and she shakes her head.

“No. It’s perfect.”

Milo surfaces wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He grins up at her.

“Omnomnom.”

She huffs a tired laugh, poking her tongue out at him. “I hate you.”

“You came on my face, kitten. I think that means you love me.”

I push off the dresser and start stripping. Her eyes track every movement, darkening when my cock springs free. I give myself one slow stroke and watch her tongue drag across her bottom lip.

“Come here.”

She crawls to the edge of the bed. I catch her jaw, tilt her face up.

“I want you facing them,” I tell her, voice low. “I want them to watch me fuck you.”

Her breath hitches. She nods.

I settle back against the headboard. She climbs into my lap, back to my chest, and I spread her thighs wide over mine, putting everything on display. The others watch from the foot of the bed, hands already moving over their cocks.

Eli stays rigid in the chair, palms locked to his thighs.

I drag the head of my cock through her slick folds. She pushes back against me with a needy sound.

“Please, Knoxie,” she begs sweetly.

I guide myself into her. Slow. Inch by inch. Her head falls back against my shoulder and her mouth opens in a silent gasp. I grip her hips and work myself in and out, don’t stop until I’m fully seated, buried deep, her body stretched around me.

Eli lets out a groan from his chair. “Fuck me.”

“Not yet,” Fury gasps.

“Tell them how it feels,” I murmur against her ear.