I undo the button slowly, letting the anticipation build as my fingers dip lower, finding the heat of her through the fabric of her underwear.
She’s soaking wet.
She gasps and the way her body trembles under my touch is enough to make my head spin.
My fingers hook around the soft fabric of her underwear to find the slick heat of her.
Her hips buck slightly, chasing my touch, and I can’t help the low groan that escapes me, the sound muffled against her neck.
She’s caught between us now, her body a conduit for the pleasure we’re all chasing.
Each of us is feeding off the other’s reactions.
Her hand on Grant speeds up, matching the rhythm of my fingers plunging inside her wet hole.
“Shit, I’m—” Grant’s warning comes out choked, his head tipping back as his hips jerk upward on reflex when he spills into her mouth.
She doesn’t pull away.
Instead, she takes him through it with a steady, unrelenting rhythm that leaves him shuddering.
His hand in her hair loosens, his fingers stroking gently now down her jaw in an almost tender way as he murmurs something too soft to catch.
She pulls back slowly, her lips glistening, and the sight of her flushed and breathless sends a fresh wave of heat pulsating through me.
My hand finds the front of her neck, fingers splaying firmly against the delicate column of her throat.
Her pulse hammers beneath my palm as I tilt her head back, guiding her until her body is flush against my chest.
My fingers are still buried in her heat, a slow and torturous pace that keeps her teetering on the edge of her orgasm.
I can feel the way her walls clench around me, desperate for more, each subtle shift of her hips a silent plea. I don’t let up.
Instead, I scissor them inside her with just enough pressure to make her squirm.
Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps. “Oh, god.Please.”
I answer her plea by adding another finger and plunging all three into her slick heat at the same time, stretching her.
The way she opens for me, warm and unyielding, is almost too much.
I pump my fingers over and over again, curling them and finding the spot that makes her hips buck against my hand.
Her moans grow louder and more desperate as she presses herself flush against me, seeking more.
A rustle of fabric pulls my attention away from her for a brief moment, a soft but distinct sound coming from behind me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch sight of Cal.
He’s hovering close by, his movements jerky as he shoves his pants down past his hips in one fluid motion.
The fabric pools at his feet, and he steps free, his cock springing loose. He grips the base of it, his knuckles tightening.
The head is flushed a deep, angry red that glistens with precum.
Cal moves closer, his steps almost predatory.
His eyes are fixed on Noelle with an intensity that matches my own.
