I’m already there.
Bay’s mouth on me—anywhere—is an addiction there’s no cure for. There’s no rehab for my emotions, the way she makes me feel. I always knew I wanted to get lost in this woman, but I didn’t think I’d have to sell my soul to do it.
I’m not sure when in the process it happened.
I just know I’m entirely fucked.
“Are you going to come down his throat?” she whispers in this guttural tone hinting she’s turned on. “Are you going to give him all your cum?”
“Or you,” I emit, grabbing her ass and leading her even closer. “Which one do you want it to be?”
Bay jumps, clasping her thighs around my waist, and the guy beneath me growls in annoyance. She must’ve hit him, but she continues lapping at my neck and drawing out my orgasm.
“I want to see what it looks like,” she mutters along my skin. “When there’s two of us working the tension from your body.”
“I didn’t know you liked to share.” I can feel her lips coil into a smile when I grind out, “McQueen…”
If there’s anything Bay knows how to do it’s reading what I want.
What I need.
Her mouth returns to mine, and we battle out who's going to have the upper hand and who’s going to be left panting the hardest.
If she wasn’t so goddamn soft and perfect in my arms, I’d drop her on the dude fondling my balls. If it were anyone else who came in here and interrupted, they wouldn’t be here anymore.
Bay licks at my tongue, teasing me in ways she knows will drive me insane before coming back and kissing me like she owns me.
Like sheknowsshe owns me.
It’s a hard reality for me to swallow, but I have no problem devouring her lips, and any moment we’re in like this.
It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done.
It’s just the aftermath that rears its ugly head and reminds me of the real deal. The way we are.
Everything.
“I miss you,” she whispers against my lips, not bothering for an answer when she kisses me harder. “I miss everything about you.”
I miss you, too, McQueen.
But my pride won’t go there.
It doesn’t matter she’s making me feel good with the guy below herreallyputting in his A-game. I’m not going to deny what she’s doing to me doesn’t feel better, even if it’s just a makeout session with her thighs wrapped tightly around me.
I might wish they were clamped around my face, but this doesn’t change anything.
My cock is deepthroated in the next second, forming a needy moan from my lips Bay instantly feeds on.
She becomes my wet dream when she kisses me like her life depends on it. When her fingers lace through my hair to keep me close and grounded.
When all my thoughts are strictly consumed withher.
“Let go for me,” she mutters softly. “I want to hear it.”
I’m so close that I thrust my hips into the guy as my palms squeeze Bay’s ass again. My body acts as though my dick is enteringherand not the plaything on his knees for me.
A small whimper results from Bay’s throat, and it’s all I need to trigger my release.
