Seconds later, little whimpers filled his ears and she began to rock back and forth, grinding her pussy harder on his face.
“Yes, like that.” With a long groan, she continued to circle her hips.
He didn’t even attempt to be gentle as he sucked each fold into his mouth and scraped his teeth along the sensitive flesh. Then he went back to stabbing his tongue as deep as he could into her slick slit.
While he couldn’t see it, he knew exactly when she reached back and grabbed the chain to the nipple clamps. How? Because she ripped on that damn chain, making his back bow.
She did it one more time before sinking almost all of her weight on him, effectivelysmothering him.
He was worried for a moment there that he might actually have to tap out.
Luckily, seconds later, she screamed, “I’m coming!” and he caught the rush of arousal on his tongue. She moved before he started gasping for breath and smiled down at him. “Look at that messy beard. I did that,” she announced proudly.
He refrained from wiping his face before returning that smile. “I helped.”
“You certainly did, Handsome.”
Now they needed to do a quick clean up and vacate the room before one of his own security officers began banging on the door to evict them.
Chapter Seventeen
Nolan blindly staredinside the open refrigerator, the cool air kissing his skin as it escaped the interior.
He jumped when thick, muscular arms circled his waist and a pair of soft lips, accompanied by a scratchy beard, brushed over his bare shoulder.
Cam’s husky question filled his ear. “What are you looking for?”
“World peace?”
“You won’t find it in my fridge.”
Nolan turned within his arms. “I don’t think we’ll find it outside of your fridge, either.”
They shared a quick kiss.
Why did standing in Cam’s kitchenette make him feel so content? Make him feel at home when he’d only moved in less than forty-eight hours ago?
When Cam finally pulled away, Nolan mourned his touch for a second before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge door and shutting it. “I can’t believe I’m here for good.” He cracked the lid on the bottle and swallowed a mouthful.
They had just come back from their morning bike ride and had “saved water” by showering together. Though, they did get a little dirty in the shower.
His condo was now on the market and all the items he wouldn’t need at this point had been moved into a storage unit close by in Fisher Falls. Since living with Cam was only temporary, he’d need all his belongings and furniture later when he found his own place.
When he’d arrived late two nights prior, after a long, exhausting drive, he had parked the box truck he’d rented by the resort’s equipment shed. Once Cam was done with work the next day, they, as well as some of Cam’s security guards, had unloaded it in a much shorter amount of time than it had taken him to load it.
But because they’d been busy since Nolan returned, they hadn’t had time to get together with Hope.
After he had talked to her, Cam had called to share that she was willing to give a threesome a try and Nolan couldn’t wait. In fact, it had made him pack even faster.
Despite never having had a threesome, being bi, Nolan saw it as being potentially the best of both worlds. As long as everything went well. If not, hopefully there’d be no hard feelings.
Especially between him and Cam.
If hooking up with him made Nolan worry about their friendship, adding a third person ramped up that anxiety even more.
All three of them were supposed to get together that night for the first time. In the five weeks he’d been gone, Cam had kept him updated on what he and Hope had been doing together, sometimes even describing it in explicit detail. Enough to make Nolan as hard as a rock. Enough to make Nolan masturbate as soon as he got off the phonewith Cam.
During a couple of those conversations, they had both jerked off at the same time while still on the phone.
