West groans into my mouth as he hikes his arms under my ass and lifts me up. His hard cock is trapped between us as he props me up against the wall, my aching core desperate for friction.
“West,” I whimper, and he curses, reaching blindly to turn off the water. Water drips from us as he carries me out of the shower, his lips never leaving mine as he holds me to him.
“Fuck, I knew I should have been the one to to check on her,” I hear Hayden mutter before a door slams, and then I’m being lowered to the bed.
“I need you,” I whisper to my beta, holding my arms out as I look up at him. “Please, West.”
“You never need to ask, Siren,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my lips, then he’s kissing lower down my body. My neck, between my breasts, down my navel, and then…
He kisses my aching clit.
“West!” I cry out, my hands fisting the sheets as he licks and sucks at me, twirling his tongue around my desperate bundle of nerves.
“You taste so damn good,” he groans, his fingers coming up and teasing my entrance. “You’re so tight, Siren.”
A groan of satisfaction leaves me when he slides his fingers inside, his tongue never leaving my needy pussy.
“Oh! Fuck!” I’m sure the guys can hear us plain as day from the other room, but I can’t bring myself to care. My hands move from the sheets to his head as he sucks my clit into his mouth and tilts his fingers up to hit my g-spot.
I explode, my release overtaking me like a tidal wave, and he gently strokes me through it, not lifting himself until my head falls back on the mattress. “Holy shit.” My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. “Get inside me, West.”
“What my Siren wants, she gets.” He lifts himself so he’s hovering over me, then lifts one of my legs over his arm before lining himself up. The first press of his hard, throbbing cock into me makes my breath catch. “Fuck, Jo, I don’t know how long I’m gonna last. It’s been so long—”
He cuts off with a moan when I tilt my hips up, making him slide the rest of the way into me. West hovers above me for a moment, and we keep eye contact as his cock pulses once inside me.
“Fuck, sorry,” he grunts, lowering himself.
“Don’t be sorry,” I pant, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Just kiss me.”
And he does. Tasting myself on his lips is erotic as hell, and the drag of his cock against my insides stokes the fire in me higher and higher until I’m sure I’m about to tip over the edge again.
My hands move from his neck down his back, feeling the muscles he obviously puts in hard work to maintain. A high pitched keenleaves me when he swivels his hips just right, and he lets out a low growl, mimicking the move again and again until I’m falling, my pussy clenching around his cock, milking his own release from him.
He lets out a low, sexy groan as he pulses inside me, and then he rolls off, landing on the bed next to me. I turn my head to look at him, and he puts a hand on my face, bringing me closer to kiss me again.
“Fuck,” he sighs. “I’m falling in love with you, Siren.”
“Meet you at the bottom?” I pant, and he grins before kissing me again.
“Clothes are here!” Sam is knocking on the door ten minutes later.
“Come in, Sammy-Boy, you don’t have to knock.” I sit up on the bed not bothering to cover myself. West bands a hand around my waist and pulls me back down.
The door opens, and Sam walks in, holding a dozen paper bags, all filled to the brim. “I don’t know how much use Prada is going to be, but Vander’s family obviously has expensive taste.”
West lets me up, and I scramble to the end of the bed, still naked as I take the bags from Sam. I hold up a beautiful cashmere sweater and a pair of jeans. “Damn. People might think I’m classy if I wear shit like this.”
“You’re classy as fuck, Fireball.” Hayden leans in the doorway, his heated eyes roaming over my bare body.
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Nobody but you thinks that, Darlin’.”
“I think it,” Kole interjects, sidling past Hayden to enter the room. “You are a majestic sight to behold,Lisichka.”
I find myself giggling. But then, Sam’s nose twitches. “Jo…are you feeling okay? You smell…strong.”
Frowning, I lift my arm and sniff under my armpit. “I think I smell fresh as a daisy, thank you very much.”
“No, I mean yourscent.”
