I continued to fuck her in slow, deep strokes that kept us both on edge.
Tension clawed up my spine, forcing me to grab the chocolate and drip it onto her spine.
I curled around her and sucked up the droplets, running my tongue up and down the line of her back.
The combination never failed to astound me.
“We can’t do this all night.” Noelle finally raised her head from Rafe’s cock. Her spine arched when I thrust deep.
“Can’t we?” I withdrew my cock and rubbed my hand between her legs. “It feels like we can. I’m not even close to done yet.”
“Do you want us to stop?” Bishop asked the question into the heartbeat of silence that warmed the room.
Noelle licked Rafe’s cock from balls to tip, her eyes fluttering shut before she raised her chin to stare at Bishop. “I would stay here forever. I love feeling all of you inside me. I can’t get enough.”
“Then we’re not done.” Bishop trailed a finger across her cheek, then brushed his thumb over her lips. “As long as you want us, we’re here for you. And I’m just getting started.”
He palmed his cock and bent to kiss her. “Ash has had his fun. It’s my turn to eat my fill.”
We swapped places, and I took advantage of the nearby jar of cherries, grabbing them and popping two in my mouth.
I dangled one above Noelle’s head. “Never underestimate our ability to fuck you senseless.”
24
NOELLE
In all the times we’d been together, nothing prepared me for tonight.
When things heated up with me and Ash, I’d expected a quick tumble in the kitchen.
A look at the clock showed we’d been in the kitchen for an hour, and they showed no signs of slowing down.
Ash had lived up to his promise.
He’d fucked me hard and fast, much to my delight.
I’d been prepared for it to end there, but they surprised me again when Bishop moved behind me.
“Can you roll onto your back, Noelle?” Always so polite. So caring.
So why had he rejected me earlier?
I thought back to our moment during the party when I’d come onto him beneath the mistletoe as I flipped from my stomach to my back.
Bishop stroked his thick cock, his eyes holding mine with that stoic fire burning deep in the depths.
He was a man of few words, and from what I’d learned, he would never hurt me.
His rejection had hurt. But was it really rejection?
The soft light from the pantry highlighted one side of his face and cast his scars in shadows.
Concern lingered in the tight lines fanning out from his eyes.
He leaned over me, bracing his weight on his palms where they rested on either side of my head. “What’s bothering you?”
“Nothing.” The response came automatically.
