Page 61 of Drilled

He was hard as a damn rock, but he made no move to come closer. It was like he wasn't sure how to and that's when I finally figured out what that look on his face was. Guilt.

Whatever happened between them earlier that led to her crying in my arms, he'd been at least partly responsible. And he'd have to atone for that.

I repositioned Lane until she was practically cradled in my arms, right between my legs with her back braced against my chest. I licked my lips, eager to feel her response as one of my hands slipped between her thighs and tested her wetness.

She groaned low in her throat as I dipped my finger inside, then slowly dragged it up her clit. She started panting, her head flopping back against my shoulder. An uncontrollable growl of pleasure escaped me at the sight of it and I looked up at Dax.

The look of guilt had now transformed to a look of torture, his own eyes fixed to Lane's dripping pussy.

“See how wet, she is, Miller,” I challenged, rolling her clit between my thumb and forefinger and causing Lane to jump in my arms. “She smells fucking delicious. I bet she tastes even better.”

I could practically see him salivating. He groaned out loud, a hand flying to his cock.

“Stop talking about me like I'm not here,” Lane gasped, still so defiant even when she was losing herself. “I'm right here.”

I grinned.

“Yes you are,” I mumbled, licking a stripe behind her ear. “And I need you to stay right here and present when Miller buries his face between your legs.”

Dax's eyes went wide. I shot him a look of impatience while my fingers were still playing with Lane. “Well? Don't you have something you need to apologize for, Miller? Make yourself useful. Crawl for it.”

He swallowed hard, then actually listened to me for once in his life. He was transfixed, acting like a man possessed. Lane’s breathing continued to deepen and I slipped my hand from her pussy and licked my fingers, her taste filling my mouth and making me groan. Miller was in for a treat, the lucky bastard.

She threw her head back as he finally started eating her out, his hands gripping onto her thighs like she was his lifeline and maybe she was. I slid my hands up her sides, letting her fall back against me as my fingers went straight for her nipples.

The sounds she was making…God. They went through my entire body, tripped my own nerve endings as though her pleasure really was mine. I buried my face in her neck and wrapped a hand over her throat, my eyes pinching shut. I could feel the tension in her body as her orgasm drew near.

“Fuck yes,” I whispered, rolling her nipples between fingers. Her body spasmed against mine and I knew she was close to coming. “You feel good, sweetheart?”

She couldn't speak now, but her body answered for me as she climaxed in my arms with a cry. I turned her head to face me and pressed my mouth to hers as she rode out the high, one hand tangling in my hair and the other gripping Miller's.

Fuck, she was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

“Wanna suck you,” she muttered against my mouth, her tongue flicking against mine. “Please.”

Thank God. I nodded, giving her one last kiss before helping her onto her all-fours. I was so painfully hard at this point that I worried a single lick from her would send me shooting off immediately.

But I had to hold back when Lane was looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes, a look that straddled tenderness and pure lust shining there. I had to control myself as her eyes fluttered shut at the first taste of me, and the feeling of her hand and tongue working my shaft.

My breathing was ragged and ugly and I had to bite my lip hard to stop the sounds she was torturing out of me. It was too much and not enough at the same time. But then she made a choking sound around my cock and I instantly looked down, stilling my hips and terrified I'd hurt her.

But that wasn't it. Dax had his face buried in her ass. I gathered her hair up in one hand and tucked a finger under her chin. “Is this okay with you? Are you alright?”

She nodded, her eyes half-lidded. She looked back at Dax in shock but made no effort to stop him.

“Yeah it's just… I've never had anyone touch me there before. It's… Overwhelming,” she admitted.

My cock jumped. “Do you like it?”

She hesitated, seeming torn until Dax moaned into her, his fingers digging into her hips with enthusiasm. She hung her head and whined. “Yeah… Yes, I like it.”

“It feels good?” I insisted, lifting her head again and using my hand to gently trace my cock along her lips. She stuck her tongue and I hissed.

“Yes, Bear, dammit,” she said, sounding almost as pissed as she did turned on. I chuckled.

“So can we play with you there?” I asked.

“Yes,” she ground out.