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Adam pouted. “Not giving you kisses to help you feel better.”
“What he said.” Deacon pointed at him. “His answer is way better than mine.”
I laughed through my short breath. This was enticing and sexy and the orgasms…wow. And it was fun, too. “What if I wasn’t here and the two of you were”—I hesitated, then felt dumb for letting such a simple word stall me given Adam just had his face up close and personal with my vagina—“horny.”
Adam furrowed his brow. “So in this fictional scenario of yours, we both want to get off,” he pointed at Deacon and then himself, “But you’re nowhere to be found.”
“That’s the question, yes.”
Deacon stood, strolled to the other side of the bed, gripped Adam’s shirt and kissed him hard.
Their groans were delicious. I’d turned down Carly’s MM books in the past because the thrill for me was imagining myself in the woman’s place in any story, but watching this was a brand new level of yum.
I swore I could see the sparks between them and feel the pent-up frustration wrapping around them as it was released. The way one of them would shift his weight to take control of the kiss, then the other would turn to biting, each of them one-upping the exchange, was a distinct power struggle. But passion and need lay under it all.
It was all just. So. Hot.
And then they were both standing, shoving clothes out of the way without undressing. Shirts went up and pants hung off hips and the temperature in the room cranked up several degrees.
Was I allowed to touch myself while I watched them? I hoped so, because I was going to.
SEVENTEEN
DEACON
I neededto lose myself in the physical—in Adam’s rough touch and Brooke’s soft sighs—and not lose myself in a jumble of thoughts from the past that tried to shove their way into my mind.
I dug my fingers into Adam’s arms and gripped just as tightly to images of him going down on Brooke. The way she tasted on his lips after. The fact that she was going home in the morning and probably putting an end to lessons soon.
Nope. I wasn’t dwelling on that last one.
The only thing that mattered right now was how hard I was. The sting that tugged my cock every time Adam bit me. His hand wrapped around my shaft as he jerked hard and fast. His grip was almost too much.Almost.
And the sounds Brooke made as she watched us. Seeing her dip her fingers into her pussy, her gaze never straying. She was stunning. Intoxicating.
Adam stroked me until I was grunting. Until I fucked his hand with heady desperation, wondering if I should pull away, but needing more at the same time.
Desire built inside, tightening in my balls. My eyelids fluttered, stars dancing in my vision, and my world swam. I came hard, jerking against Adam’s touch, covering his hand and my jeans in a sticky white mess. My legs wobbled from the exertion. From the release.
I didn’t have to worry about standing when Adam pushed me to my knees. I dragged his zipper down with my teeth, and Brooke’s giggle-groan was pure delight.
Adam fisted his cock and pressed the head roughly to my lips, and I took him into my mouth. No one else could do this to me besides him. No one else turned me on by taking the lead. I was the one in control.
Unless I was with Adam.
He fucked my face, pushing deep, grunting as hard as he thrust.
I licked and sucked and fingered his sac, falling into the heady sensation of post-orgasm bliss combined with knowing how much he was enjoying this. I was barely aware of the sounds he made becoming harder. More punctuated. I was lost in the way he tightened his grip on the short strands of my hair.
Brooke let out a series of loud gasps that told me she was coming again.FuckI liked that sound, and after this, it would haunt my most vivid dreams.
When the first salty spurt from Adam hit the back of my mouth, I swallowed greedily, letting him spill down my throat until he was spent.
As he slid from my mouth, he sank onto the edge of the bed with a low groan and I sank back on my heels.
Silence rang loudly in the room, amplified by the still from outside. The flicker of candles and the occasional crack of flame from the other room added to the almost otherworldly feeling around us.
Maybethiswas a vivid dream. It almost felt like one. Potent and alluring and the kind of thing that would suck me in and keep me here until I didn’t want anything else.
