“You’re doing so good, baby,” Matt praised, her face cradled in his hands.
Sloan pushed past the ring of muscle, and her limbs immediately began to shake.
“So, so good.” He sighed, fully seated now. “Fuck dancing, we’re gonna make you fly.”
So overcome with this feeling of incredible fullness, Gina feared she might die. In tune with each other, they moved inmagical synergy, taking her to some faraway place. Spots danced in front of her eyes, visions floating in her mind like lucid dreams.
She saw Kit’s tongue on her clit, then lapping at the wetness on Matt’s cock as he pistoned in and out of her. With his fingers entwined in the bassist’s hair, he held his head to her cunt, a throaty, guttural groan rumbling from his chest.
Matt quickened his pace, and, making sounds like that of a rabid animal, he fucked her fast and furious.
With his arm around her middle, Sloan anchored her to his chest. Sweat dripped from his face, making its way down her neck. He yanked her back by her hair, and sealing her lips with his, the voice of Venery swallowed Gina’s screams.
In the oddly quiet hour just before dawn, the car brought them back to Park Place. With a kiss to her cheek, Kit and Sloan returned to their respective houses. Gina and Matt showered the night off their skin, then cuddled beneath the covers.
She glanced at the box containing the spreader bar with a sigh. “I can’t believe you got that.”
“You wanted me to,” he said, pulling her bottom snugly against him.
That she did.
He kissed her crown. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“About what?”
“Tonight.” He rolled Gina over so she faced him. “You don’t have any regrets, do you?”
“No, not at all.”
“Something’s on your mind. I can tell.”
Not that it was a big deal. She wasn’t even sure what she saw was real in her lust-fueled, euphoric state.
“Kit,” she admitted, glancing up at him. “I think he was licking you as much as he was me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, why wouldn’t he?” Matt chuckled, planting a kiss on her nose. “My dick was covered in you, and you taste fucking delicious.”
Maybe so, but she couldn’t get the noises he made out of her head.
“You liked that he did.”
And he shrugged.
“I didn’t mind it.”
Matt didn’t care much for Sundays.
Before Gina, he rarely gave the day a passing thought, but now, on the Sundays she was here, she’d wake with the sun to go to early Mass at St. Vincent’s with her family—her obligation, as she called it. More often than not, she was back before noon, but on this particular Sunday, at well past two, she still wasn’t here.
He checked his phone and, finding no text, Matt sent one to her.Everything okay, bunny? Where are you?
The bubbles danced, disappeared, and then nothing. His spidey sense kicked into gear. He waited a moment, and just as he was about to send her another, the bubbles danced once again.
I’m still here. I’ll explain when I get back.
