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I bit my lip. Tonight was going to be fun.
Neither of us answered. Instead, I used both hands to frame her face, tipping it up to meet my kiss. Thatcher slid in behind her and started working his hands under her shirt while kissing up the side of her neck.
Her hands landed on mine, gripping like she wanted to speed this up just as much as she wanted to slow it down. After the week we’d had,Iwanted to slow it down. Savor this time with her. Worship her with Thatcher until she forgot her own name.
“I want your shirt off too,” she whispered when she pulled back.
“Yours first,” I said, stepping back. Thatcher was all too happy to help out. He ran his hands up her torso as the shirt went with his movements. Once he reached her boobs, he cupped and squeezed, eliciting a small achy groan from her lips. Astrid dropped her hands to his thighs, her fingers digging into the muscle.
Damn. My already hard cock jumped at the sight.
With another lingering kiss just under her ear, Thatcher caught the shirt and slowly pulled it over her head, careful not to catch the collar on her chin or ears.
How considerate of him.
Astrid was left on the bed naked, except for a tiny pair of panties. Her lust filled gaze drilled into me as she waited. I made quick work of my shirt and my jeans, but I’d stay in my underwear for now.
“Lay back,” Thatcher said, as he rose to his knees. He helped arrange her sideways on the bed and then plumped the pillows and made himself comfortable against them. But he was too far away to touch our girl.
“What are you doing over there?” Astrid was confused but so caught up in the anticipation that her eyes were unfocused.
“Watching. We’ll build up to the other stuff later. Tonight, I want to watch Rhys make love to you, and when he’s had his fill, then I’ll take mine,” his said in a dark voice as his gaze devoured Astrid.
I never knew Thatcher had that in him, and the way he talked to Astrid was just as much of a turn on for me as it probably was for her. Fuck. I’d examine that later.
Walking around the bed, I grabbed on the band of her panties and pulled them down her legs, leaving her bare. I smirked at the idea of giving Thatcher a real show.
Liking it more and more by the minute, I caught her legs under the knees and yanked her ass to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs apart as I dropped to my knees. The stiff, hard carpet dug into my skin, but I didn’t care.
Astrid was being so good laying here for me. That was the only thing that mattered. Sliding my hands up her inner thighs, I used just enough pressure to let her know to keep her legs open, then I dropped my nose to her sweet pussy.
I loved the way she smelled.
She whimpered as I sucked on her clit, then circled my tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Thatcher watching probably both hindered and added to the experience. It was for me.
When she began to pulse against my tongue, I licked up the seam before sticking two fingers deep inside her. That was it. All it took to push her over the edge.
I massaged her G-spot as she clamped around me, groaning at the thought of her doing that around my cock.
Astrid covered her face, trying so hard to keep her cries quiet as she gasped and trembled on the bed.
“Fucking beautiful,” Thatcher murmured as he leaned forward to pull her hands down. “You’re always beautiful but I didn’t realize how much until I saw one of the guys do that to you. I loved it. Don’t hide.” He smoothed her hair away from her forehead and dropped a kiss to her lips.
I stood, then realized I was slightly too tall for the height of the bed. Spreading my legs, I pulled my briefs under my hard cock and rubbed the tip around her wetness. She was so turned on, her body flushed with residual pleasure.
But as I started to push in, it wasn’t me she was watching, it was Thatcher, and that nearly had me finishing quicker than I’d wanted. I grunted as the lingering flutters tightened around me.
Thatcher moved closer, bending to catch her nipple in his mouth as I started to pump inside her, catching her legs and bending them as close to her chest as Thatcher’s presence would allow.
She threaded her hands through Thatcher’s hair and finally brought her gaze to mine. My pace stalled as I lost myself in the deep blue of her eyes. Such sweet, innocent, yet cynical eyes.
That was it. I was toast.
I started bucking wildly against her, using my thumb to press rhythmically against her clit. Once she cried out and started to milk me, I let go, thrusting so hard I fell over the bed, bracing with my elbows just to keep my leverage up until she scooted away from me.
Breathing was hard for a few minutes, and so was my vision. Then it cleared and I realized Thatcher had gotten off the bed completely and stripped down.
Astrid wasn’t surprised when he came into her line of sight, but I did a double take. His junk was pierced.
