Ingram leaned forward, slipping into the space between us, but he didn’t claim her lips as I had.Instead, he dragged his tongue across her pebbled nipple, the one he’d already teased into a point.
Yun reached out and slid her fingers through his hair, pinning him to her as though afraid he’d escape.
It was only then I realized that he’d stripped down, just like Carter.It left Shear the only entirely dressed one, since I’d undone my pants at least, and rarely wore a shirt at home.Seeing the others like that was hardly new, and especially with Ingram, given his tattoos, he hardly ever seemed naked.
He reached for his cock, wrapping his hand around it with a low, frustrated sound that said he wasn’t getting all he wanted.
Me either, buddy.
Still, he focused his attention on her, just like Carter.
Yun threw her head back, nearly smacking me in the face.I avoided it, so she rested the back of her head against my shoulder, her stomach muscles tensing as she tried to roll her hips.Carter’s strong grasp kept her still, however, and he never let up as he licked and sucked at every inch of her cunt.He teased her folds, dipped his tongue inside, then licked across her hard clit.
Even still, he kept her on the edge, seeming content to tease her, to edge her rather than let her come.
“Just do it,” Yun panted, shoving the words through her teeth.“Stop playing around.”
Carter paused his focus, looking up her body and into her eyes.“Do what?”
“You know what.”
“Do I?”He nipped at the inside of her thigh, leaving a tiny red mark in his wake.“I mean, you could mean so many things.You’ll need to be more specific, I think.”
“Aren’t you going to fuck me?”she finally said, the words clearly spawned from the tequila, as most bad decisions were.
He laughed, the sound making it seem as though he did really care—though his eyes told a very different story.“No, Yun, we aren’t going to be doing that today.”
“Why not?”
He smirked, the lopsided grin full of mischief.“When we finally fuck you, sweetheart, you’re going to be completely sober.I want to hear you begging us for it, want you to dream of it beforehand, want you so ready for it that you’re dripping wet and squirming and crying for it.”
A full shudder ran through Yun, as though she could picture it already, and I knew that resisting her tonight was going to take everything I had.
Chapter Forty-Five
Ingram
This fucking girl was going to be the death of me.Normally, she silenced that void inside of me.She forced it under, let me control myself, but right now?I felt no control at all.
I stroked my cock, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly.That voice inside me that always wanted more screamed between my temples, made me desperate to sink into her.I wanted all of her, more, everything.I sucked on her nipple, teasing it with my lips, scraping it with my teeth, but it just wasn’t enough.
I got Carter’s point, even agreed with it in a totally hypothetical way, but in reality?
It fucking sucked.
I wanted nothing more than to sink into her tight heat, to feel the way her cunt would wrap around my cock, to fuck her until I could fill her with my seed.Fuck, a part of me even wanted to knock her up even if I knew damn well it wasn’t possible, if I knew I couldn’t do that.
Something touched my cock, and at first, I thought it was her.Was she reaching for me?The idea had me pulling back, away from her.Except, it wasn’t.Yun remained where she had been, and instead Shear had reached from the side and wrapped his cool palm against my cock, teasing the places where the barbells sat along the bottom edge.
It was far from the first time he’d touched me like this, but itwasthe first time we had an audience for it.
Still, I wasn’t about to tell him to stop, not when I so badly wanted to fuck Yun and knew I couldn’t.Shear’s hand was a hell of a lot better than my own.
So I leaned back in and raked my teeth across Yun’s nipple as Shear stroked me.
The mixing of stimuli, the sensation of not only Shear’s hand but the guiding from Yun, the lust as that corruption shifted through me, out of me, had me on edge already.Sure, I was hungry, wanted more, but it wasn’t quite that gnawing need of before.This felt almost normal.
The sweet moans that left Yun’s lips drove me deeper, higher.They were quiet, as though she tried to hold them back but couldn’t.It was the nice thing about alcohol, that ability to let go—or rather the inability to hold on.She sounded like the classical music that Carter liked to put on from time to time, something I almost felt more than heard, something that reached deeper than anything else.
