“Penn,” I moan, trying to wiggle away, feeling sensitive. He wraps a strong arm around me and holds me tight.
“Hold still,” he says, nipping my ass cheek, and I yelp.
He continues swirling his tongue across my clit, flicking and teasing my entrance.
“Jesus,” I pant as tingles shoot up my spine, another orgasm building, but before I can get there, a knock sounds at the door, causing me to jolt. Penn doesn’t stop, though. He tightens his grip.
“I know what you’re doing in there, man, and your mom is looking for you. Hurry your ass up.” Travis’s voice booms, sounding amused.
I want to die.
Penn groans against my pussy, but he doesn’t let up. I hear Travis chuckling from the other side of the door.Why isn’t he leaving?
“Stop!” I whisper-yell, trying to shake away, but his grip is firm. I whimper as his tongue flicks across my clit faster, desperate to drag another orgasm from me, and he’s so close.
Travis knocks again, and I twist around, my wide eyes seeking out Penn’s.
“Come. I’m not stopping until you do.”
“Come on, you two, hurry it up.” Travis teases.
I’m going to kill him. I feel Penn’s smirk against me.
He moves, standing to his full height, and the sound of hiszipper reaches me first, then the head of his cock is nudging against my flesh.
I lay my face against the cool granite counter, shifting wider, and he slips right in. My fingers curl into the counter as he pounds into me hard and fast. The sound of slick flesh slapping echoes off the walls, and I’m mortified thinking Travis can hear. I’m also turned on, knowing he’s probably right outside the door, listening to us. I can’t help the moans that slip from my lips.
“Fuck, Barbie. You’re taking me so well. Are you going to come again?”
“Yes.”
“Let him hear you,” he demands low.
What?
He wants to let Travis hear me come? I don’t even have time to process my thoughts on that. He grips the nape of my neck while his hips slam against mine from behind with force, and I cry out, my body spasming uncontrollably as I come again.
He’s right behind me, swelling inside me as he fills me with his cum.
“Damn.” He pants, slowing his thrusts.
My body sags as he gently slips out of me. He adjusts my dress, and I peel my eyes open.
“Jesus.” I gasp, taking in my reflection.
Penn’s low laugh rumbles behind me as he watches me. “You look good and fucked.”
I splash some water on my face and comb my wild hair.
“Ready?” he asks after I’ve composed myself. I nod, and he laces his fingers with mine. Thankfully, Travis isn’t waiting for us like I feared he would be. As if knowing what I was thinking, Penn turns to me. “He’s gone, don’t worry.”
I let out a breath of relief, and he laughs. “It didn’t bother you? That he was listening?”
I’m sure Penn and Travis have seen and heard worse—and I know they’ve shared before—but I’ve never done anything like that. Knowing he was outside the door listening to me come was…weird but also kind of thrilling.
He shakes his head. “Nah, he’s had a bit of a dry spell lately. Thought it might help him out.” He wiggles his brows, tugging me closer. “Did it bother you?”
I shake my head slowly.
