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She moaned.
“No fingers, no denim assist. I’ll let you know when it’s time to come.”
She licked her lips. “Then at least let me see you, Tris. Is your cock hard?”
“As a goddamn pike, babe.”
Her lashes fluttered low as she looked down. “I miss that taste. I love how your cock fills me up. My mouth, my…”
“Your what?” he asked.
“My pussy. You stretch me so good. I wish you were here. I want to take you both.” Her pupils were practically blown wide with lust.
“Jesus, yes.”
Randy tugged her back, his hands tight on her breasts. “You want us both? At the same time?”
She nodded. “Yes. So much.” She rolled her ass along the front of Randy’s jeans. “So much.”
Tristan knew she was on edge. She didn’t know what she was saying. It was the endorphins talking. But he’d remind her and he’d damn well make sure he collected on that particular fantasy.
“Rand, dip your fingers inside her. Is she telling the truth?”
Randy’s fingers tightened on her breasts for a moment before he finally let one go and trailed his way down her abdomen, past her flat belly to the dipping curve of hair.
Juliet stilled.
She was so fucking swollen. Her lips puffy with need. Randy’s forefinger and middle finger eased in. The wet sound of her body sucking him deep made Tristan drag in a breath.
“Taste her.”
Randy’s gaze snapped to his. “How much do I get to taste?”
Tristan reached into his jeans to grip his pounding cock. “Just your fingers.”
Randy’s jaw flexed.
“For now,” Tristan amended.
Randy brought his slick fingers toward his mouth, but Juliet grabbed them. She put them in her mouth and sucked them clean. Tristan dragged his cock out and squeezed harder. Christ, that was hot.
But she wasn’t through. She dragged Randy’s head down for a hot kiss. Tristan could see their tongues twining around each other until finally Randy sucked hers deep into his mouth as if he couldn’t bear to give up an ounce of her flavor.
Tristan shuttled his hand down his shaft.
He was losing control.
The heat that bloomed between them was burning too hot. The acid wash of jealousy threatened the pleasure that he was witnessing, that he was following with his own hand.
“Randy, lay down. Twist—yes like that.” Randy twisted until he was lying on the couch with Juliet straddling him. She knelt on the couch and crawled up to kiss him.
&nbs
p; “Jules, I want you to lay along the top of him, but the other way, your head at his feet, but don’t turn over. Stare at the ceiling. I want him to have complete access to you.”
Juliet turned to the camera. “Denying him?”
Tristan grinned. “If I can’t come in you right now, neither can he.”
