“Why don’t you come over here?” She pats the mattress with one hand, pushing two fingers inside her tight heat. “I can wrap a palm around it and check.”
A maniacal groan rises up my throat.
“Don’t fucking tempt me, Billie.”
Pulling out her fingers, she pushes them back inside.
“Curl them toward your front wall, like you’re beckoning me to fuck you,” I command, fist sliding down my shaft. One more pass, and I’ll empty all over the bedding.
Like a good fucking girl, Billie does as I asked, mouth popping open in response.
Satisfaction shoots through me. “That’s how I’d finger you for the first time. And once I got you off, I’d clean your throbbing pussy with my tongue.”
On another curl of her fingers, Billie falls apart right in front of me. Thighs pinching, chest heaving, my name a tortured whisper on her tongue. An echo of the way her name fell from my lips in the shower.
At the final second, I smother the end of my dick with my palm, catching jets of my hot release on a deep growl. My other hand pumps faster, draining my balls of the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
Billie watches on, gaping jaw mimicking my own expression. That was the greatest sexual experience of my life, all without us setting a single finger on each other.
I should be pleased, relieved even, to have chased my release, pent-up need and desire unraveling into my hand.
But relief couldn’t be further from what I feel as I watch Billie circle her dripping pussy, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her body.
If this is what it’s like to watch my best friend’s daughter get herself off to thoughts of us, then how the fuck am I supposed to keep my hands off her now?
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
BILLIE
Darcy has added Billie into the group chat.
Darcy has renamed the group chat: Babes of Brooklyn.
Darcy
Welcome to the best group chat in North America, Billie! Here, you will find a full complement of strong women with a ferocious love of cocktails, topped off with an appreciation for strong hockey thighs.
Collins
All of the above, except for the thighs. I’m more of a butt person myself.
Kendra
And then there were five. Hands down, the greatest group of girls to exist.
Jenna
Yes to all, replacing cocktails with mocktails for me. And if someone can tell me when morning sickness usually ebbs, then thatwould be great.
Me
I imagine that joining this group is equivalent to finding out that you’re having twins—it’s like an instant family! So happy to be here.
Jenna
Also, can we not talk about twins? With every vomit, I grow more certain that Tommy put two babies inside me. Surely, one baby isn’t capable of producing this much puke?!
Me
