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“I think that’s a yes, but we need words,” I said.
“Yes.”
“Yes to us touching you?” Trap asked against her ear, his hazel eyes on me. “Yes to him eating your pussy like it’s his last meal? Yes to me playing with that little plug in your ass while he does?”
“All. Yes to all,” she whimpered.
Trap held my gaze, and I nodded. Her lips pursed in disappointment when his fingers slid from hers, loosening his hold, and he stepped away to get the butt plug he’d bought her and some lube. When he one-clicked the toy on Amazon, I was wary of her reception, but after their time together at the station, he seemed to think she’d enjoy a little ass play.
Focus back on Georgia, I slid both hands inward and popped the top button of her jeans open. Trap’s heavy footsteps down the hall covered the grind of her zipper as I dragged it down, revealing black lace. Just above the line of her panties, a small, thin scar snagged my attention. I dragged the tip of my thumb along the incision mark.
“Gracie was breached the whole pregnancy.” I looked up through my dark lashes, finding her gaze soft. “My one and only surgery ever.”
I nodded and kissed the scar reverently.
Women were fucking amazing. Giving so much of themselves, putting their body through hell to give life. And that was just the start of what they’d sacrifice.
Her fingers slid through my hair, nails scraping along my scalp, sending tingles down my spine straight to my already rock-hard cock.
Why the fuck did I wear fucking jeans?
A sound at her back had Georgia glancing over her shoulder, eyes going wide at what she found.
“It looks big, but it’ll fit and feel fucking amazing.” Trap gripped his hard cock over his gray sweats and gave it a white-knuckled squeeze.
“Trust him,” I said with a deep chuckle, drawing her attention back down to me. “He would know.”
Her lips parted with a soft gasp. “I guess I thought… assumed when you said you two weren’t….” She clearly wasn’t sure how to interpret this new bit of information.
“He has his kinks, and I have mine, baby. I have no interest in something in my ass, but controlling the scene….” My lids fluttered closed with a deep inhale, nostrils flaring. When I lifted them, there was no doubt that she saw the thrumming heat behind them. “That’s hot as hell.”
“You like that?” she asked over her shoulder.
Trap just nodded, his hand now moving up and down where it dipped beneath his sweats. “I don’t want a dick up my ass, but after….” His brows dipped, and a small frown appeared. I knew where his thoughts went. To the last time he’d had that—to my knowledge, at least, since I didn’t go around asking my best friend if he let some woman shove shit up his ass—when we were with Jessa. “I tried it once, and fuck, is it amazing. It’s not something I always want, like at the station or now.”
“Special-occasions ass plugging,” I said to cut the heavy mood that had somehow crept into the kinky-as-hell conversation. “And when it happens,” I whispered and grabbed the back of her neck to pull her face closer to mine, “I make him do it to himself. Make him tease his tight hole. And the fucker listens, loving the pain that comes with holding back.”
She swallowed. With her breasts swaying in front of me, I couldn’t resist the urge, reaching up to pinch a nipple, giving it a quick twist and holding it until she cried out. Instantly, I sucked the abused tip between my lips to lick the pain away.
Trap’s thumbs hooked in the waistband of her jeans and lace thong, yanking them down her hips, exposing her already-slick pussy.
A groan vibrated in my chest. Inhaling deep, I pressed my forehead to her lower stomach, giving myself a second to keep from exploding in my pants. I’d had nothing other than her hands on me in the barn days ago, though I’d used my own several times since then while recalling the memory of us in the barn or Trap eating her cunt from the video feed.
“Go ahead, Shade,” Trap said, his chin now resting on Georgia’s bare shoulder, his hazel eyes watching me with a sliver of humor glinting there. “Take a lick. It’s like fresh honey. It’s my new addiction, and I’m jonesing for another hit of her intoxicating taste.”
The chair tumbled behind me when I stood too fast, the wood slamming to the floor and making Georgia jump. Scooping her up beneath her armpits, I lifted her high enough to perch on the edge of the table, half her plump ass hanging off the side, giving me perfect access. Hand behind her head, I slowly helped her lie back, my other hand cupping her center to keep her balanced until her spine pressed to the smooth wooden tabletop.
The moment she was comfortable, I dropped to my knees, unable to hold back a second longer. With one long lick from opening to clit, I moaned at her delicious flavor while sucking on her swollen nub. Georgia’s own moans filled the kitchen, the crack of the lube cap being opened cutting above her panting breaths.
Not diverting my attention from her delicious pussy, I dipped lower, filling her tight channel with my tongue over and over until she writhed along the table. Unbuttoning my jeans, I slipped a hand beneath my boxer briefs, giving my throbbing cock a hard squeeze to keep from exploding just from her sounds and taste alone.
Perfection. This woman was absolute perfection for me. For Trap. The three of us somehow filled our individual insecurities and emotional gaps.
Replacing my tongue with two thick fingers, I thrust them in deep and nipped at her bundle of nerves just enough to send her shooting over into oblivion. Her cries echoed off the walls, back arching so high off the table that inches of space appeared between her and the smooth wood. Pulling her clit between my lips, I sucked while my fingers continued to dive into her pussy over and over.
“Shade,” she begged. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?” I said, lips barely brushing along her slick center while blowing streams of air along her wet cunt.
