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Tristan couldn’t blame him.
Juliet’s mouth was sinful. She lifted Rand’s shaft so she could lick the underside before cupping her tongue to let the head of his cock sit there in the perfect bowl shape. She closed her lips around his head and looked up at Randy for a moment. A sly smile spread her lips before she took him fully inside. She bobbed along his length twice before letting him free.
Tristan imagined he could hear the pop of suction in her cheeks.
Fuck, she was so goddamn hot.
She climbed up him, holding onto his shaft as she reached for the lever. The elevator jerked to a stop and Tristan snarled out a string of swear words.
She was going to torture him some more.
She went back to Randy and twisted her fingers around the base of his shaft, pulling slowly along the length of him. She brought her hand up to her mouth and and licked the entire length of her palm before working him over again.
She went on her tiptoes. He couldn’t understand what she was saying, but suddenly, both of them were looking into the lens. Finally, Tristan could read what she was mouthing.
You’re next.
“Fuck.” Tristan took himself in hand and kicked the stool out behind him. It took everything inside him not to stalk down the hall to climb down the elevator shaft and demand they come up and let him participate, but he had to see what else she would do.
She slicked her tongue along Rand’s lower lip. He gripped the back of her head, wrapping her hair around his palm as he kissed her hard. Tongues lashed and still she jacked his cock with her hand. Tristan matched her pull for pull, wishing it was her hand on him, her tongue in his mouth.
Finally, she tore herself away from Randy and dropped into a crouch. She was wearing a little black skirt that floated around her thighs. She opened her knees wide, sliding her hand between her thighs as she raked her nails over Rand’s belly with her other hand. She took him deep, his entire length disappearing into her throat.
Tristan could see every angle. The back of her head bobbing as she bounced a little, obviously getting herself off as she sucked Rand off. The profile shot showed Tristan each inch of Randy sliding in and out of her mouth. The other angle showed just how abused her lips were. The dark slash of her lipstick smudged with every pass.
Randy stared up at the camera, then down at her, his hands fisted at his sides as if he didn’t trust himself to touch her just then.
Tristan knew she liked the rough grasp of fingers in her hair when she was really into a blow job or fucking. Randy was always reticent to show the more aggressive side of his nature, but when it was released?
Fuck.
They were so hot together.
Tristan got off on that as much as her touch.
She owned them.
Finally, Randy slid both hands into her hair to take command.
“Finally need to take over, brother?” Tristan said aloud.
And he did.
He fucked her mouth and Juliet’s hand moved faster under her skirt.
Tristan wished he could see that too. Just how deep her fingers were delving inside her sweet slit. Maybe she was touching her sweet little pucker too. When she wasn’t completely in control of herself, she reached around for a deeper touch.
Tristan’s tongue itched to spread her apart and taste her from every angle.
Her head tipped back and she had to pull her hand away from under her skirt to hang onto Randy. Her fingers were wet from her pussy and she slicked it down his shaft.
Rand lost it.
His thighs went rigid as he filled her mouth. Juliet took him. Took every drop of him and licked her lips when she was done. She smiled up at the camera as she got to her feet, swaying into Randy a little before reaching over to the lever.
Tristan slammed the cover closed on his iPad and strode down the hall to meet them at the elevator. The car barely stopped before he was cranking up the gate. Randy was behind her. Their eyes locked and Rand nodded.
He knew Tristan was on the edge.
