“How much more?” Langston asked, scooting even closer until our thighs touched. He reached down, brushing the tip of a single finger along her lips.
“A little more?”
He chuckled. “There is nothing little about either of us, Juno.”
The stain on her cheeks deepened to an almost burnt red. “Can I just let the two of you decide?” she whispered. “I don’t want to make any decisions; I just want to get lost.”
“On one condition.” Langston slid his hand lower to collar her neck. I swallowed a groan at the sight. “You tell us to stop ifit’s too far or too much. I have to trust that you’ll be honest with us or nothing happens. Understood?”
“Yes.” His fingers flexed in warning. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now, Westly, kiss our girl until all she can think about is us.”
“Not your?—”
I silenced her with my lips pressed to hers, cupping her cheek to keep her in place. The couch creaked when Langston stood, coming around to the other side where Juno was stretched out along the cushions.
Her soft moan had me hardening, my cock pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of my jeans and the back of her head. The feel of her lips against mine, teasing her tongue with my own for her to envision how it would feel deep in her pussy, only made me want more.
At her gasp, I peeked one eye open, smirking at finding Langston kissing along her stomach where he had rolled the shirt she was wearing up to just under her breasts. Peeking through his lashes, his green eyes met mine, making the heat blazing through my veins burn even hotter.
“You like his mouth on you?” I murmured, our lips barely brushing with each word.
“Yes, a lot,” Juno breathed.
“How about if he goes higher?” Her lids fluttered open, glassy eyes meeting mine. At her nod, I slid my gaze down to Langston. “You heard her.”
His brow quirked at my command since he was usually the one doing it, but he slid her top up all the way to her neck just the same. For a few moments, neither Langston nor I moved, too caught up in staring at the way her full breasts pushed against the black lace bra. With a quick flick of his fingers to the front snap, the two scraps of lace fell to the side.
We groaned in unison, his lips going to one breast and my fingers to the other. I was mesmerized by the way the nipple pebbled beneath my soft touch, the stiff peak begging for my lips.
I studied the way Langston’s wide hand wrapped around her, squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers as he massaged. Juno gasped, eyes wide open as she squirmed on the couch.
I took her lips with mine once again, nipping as I pulled back. “Are you ready for more, sweet cheeks?”
“Yes, please,” she whined. “I need more.”
Langston’s dark chuckle had my cock twitching beneath my jeans, no doubt leaving a wet stain of precum from how hard and ready I was.
“Tell us what you want, Juno,” he rasped, swirling his tongue around the pebbled nipple while he gazed up at her. Fucking hell, it was hot. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do to your pretty pussy.”
“I don’t know. I just need…. Please, Langston. Please, please, please,” she begged.
He clicked his tongue but sat back, fingers going to the hem of her borrowed sweats. He inched them down little by little until the top of the matching black lace panties appeared. Lower and lower he dragged them down her thighs before ripping the gray cotton off her feet and tossing them to the floor.
He stared at where the lace glistened, showing us exactly how needy she was. Langston swiped a finger along the delicate material and held it close to Juno’s face. Without warning, he slid her desire along her lower lip before thrusting the slick finger into her mouth.
Her guttural groan mixed with my own sounded through the cabin.
“Let’s get her on your lap, and then you spread her open wide with your thighs.”
Gently gripping beneath her arms, Langston lifted her off the couch and set her ass right on top of my throbbing cock. At my grunt, he laughed, the bastard knowing exactly what kind of torture he was putting me through.
He draped her legs over mine and pushed my knees out wide. Kneeling before the both of us, Langston watched us, green eyes almost black with desire.
“I can’t wait to do this when his cock is buried deep inside you,” he murmured.
“Yes,” Juno and I said in unison.
