He ripped Noelle’s black panties off and buried his head between her legs.
She gasped and bucked. “What are you doing?”
“Pleasing you.” Bishop stripped off his boxers and leaned over Noelle from the side. “In case you haven’t noticed, Ash has an oral fixation.”
Gripping the edge of the pool table, her mouth opened in an O. “But… I…”
Ash spread her legs wider and delved his tongue into her pussy.
His body vibrated with sexual energy and he put it to good use with a series of deep thrusts with his tongue.
I stroked my cock, enjoying the heavy weight of it in my hand and the pleasure I’d feel inside Noelle.
I kissed her as Bishop nuzzled her shoulder and then her breast.
He pulled a nipple into his mouth and I slanted my lips over hers.
She opened to me at the first brush of my tongue and sighed into my mouth when I stroked the side of her neck with my palm.
Her grip on the edge of the pool table tensed, then eased.
She grabbed Ash’s head, gripping his hair and shifting her body to give him better access.
The muscles in her thighs twitched.
Our kiss turned desperate, and the rush of her orgasm swept her away, her entire body trembling.
Ash lapped her clit, the sounds of her moans mingling with his sucking and licking.
Noelle wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked downward to the base.
She ended the kiss with a noisy inhale and arched her back with a sharp cry as a second orgasm rolled through her.
Grinning and wiping his mouth, Ash rolled to his feet. “She’s ready for you.”
“Bishop, sit on the table behind Noelle. She’s going to need your support.” I let her hold my cock, her small hands not even fitting around my girth, and took Ash’s place between her legs.
She glanced down at herself and my cock, and a split-second of embarrassment raced over her face.
“Noelle, look at me.” The sharpness in my voice drew her attention, and her head snapped up. “What are you ashamed of?”
She tried to shrug, but Bishop chose that moment to settle behind her and push her even closer to the edge of the table.
“Tell me the truth.” I’d commanded the Steel Vipers long enough to understand every nuance of body language.
Especially what people tried to hide.
Noelle wasn’t afraid, but she was hiding some kind of shame or regret.
Her chin jutted out, and the intensity of her strokes increased. “I’m not ashamed of anything. I’ve just never…”
She shrugged again, her gaze darting around the room.
“You’ve never had a man treat you the way you deserve.” I ran my hands up her thighs, then down, hooking them around her knees and pushing her legs apart so I had a full view of her sex. “That ends now. We might be the infamous Steel Vipers, but the three of us will always give you what you need. Your needs come first. Do you understand?”
“No.” The raw honesty in that single syllable shot straight to my heart.
Damn humanity and men in general for turning sex into something meant only for their pleasure.
