“But not tonight. No, that’s only for good girls who let us call them ours.” Juno whimpered. “I hope you’re not fond of these panties.”
“What—”
The sound of elastic snapping and material ripping cut her off.
Sitting back on his heels, Langston held up the ruined underwear before pressing the soaked area to his nose and inhaling deeply. Juno’s back shifted with each of her rapid breaths.
“Until it’s his dick, we’ll both have to settle for his fingers.”
Not needing direction, I dipped my good hand between her thighs, fingers gliding along her slit before drawing teasing circles around her drenched entrance. A sharp breath whistled through my clenched teeth when I sank a single finger inside, her walls clenching down tight.
“But I don’t want to miss out on all the fun while I suck that needy nub until you squirt all over my face,” he added.
“Fuck, Langston,” I hissed. “Are you trying to get me to come in my fucking pants?”
He just arched a brow while lifting his hand to her core, sliding a single finger inside beside mine. Juno gasped, shiftingon my lap at the added pressure. We moved in unison, curling our fingers as we thrust in and out.
Keeping his gaze locked on me, Langston pitched forward and sealed his mouth around her clit. Juno cried out and pressed back hard, as if attempting to escape the new sensation. My harsh breaths brushed along her hair, making it float with every exhale.
It only took a few seconds of Langston’s mouth on her before she cried out, back arching as her chest and neck flushed red. He didn’t stop, though; instead, he added another finger, stuffing her full as we quickened our pace. This time when she fell apart, her voice cracked on a broken scream before she slumped back against me.
I squeezed my lids shut and bit down on my tongue hard to keep from exploding in my jeans. The built-up pressure was past a pleasureful pain and hurt like fucking hell.
But it was worth it. I’d live like this every day, every second, if that meant she was as happy and content as she was now.
Langston sat back, pulling his fingers free and taking mine with him, raising our combined fingers to his lips. I shook my head, knowing it would be too much—not that the bastard cared.
When he slipped our glistening fingers past his lips and sucked hard to clean her orgasm off our skin, I shuddered, head dropping back against the couch.
Fucking hell, the man was trying to kill me.
19
JUNO
“Up.” My lids fluttered open at Langston’s command. His hooded gaze wasn’t on me, though. It was directed just over my shoulder. When his green eyes slid my way, his features softened. “Better?”
“Yes,” I whispered, shifting on West’s lap. His hiss of pain and the dick poking me in the ass told me he wasn’t, and by the way Langston’s pants were tented, neither was he. “But you two… I should?—”
“You shouldn’t do anything,” West said in my ear. I shivered at the feel of his breath against my skin, but he must have thought I was cold. “Let’s get you dressed and warm.”
After grabbing the sweats off the floor, Langston helped me into them before securing my bra and pulling the too-large shirt down, but not before planting a sweet kiss on my stomach.
“You relax a minute while I take care of our situation,” Langston said, helping me down to the couch. I gaped at him while he carefully draped a blanket over me. “West, my room, fucking now.”
West popped off the couch like someone had lit his ass on fire. Langston smirked, gaze following West as he hurried to obey.
Elbows pressed into the soft leather, I pushed up, brow furrowed. “What are you doing?”
His hand dipped into the front of his jeans, lids slamming shut as he gripped himself. “Just need to take some of the pressure off, and I know he does too.” My lips parted to tell him I would help, but he cut me off. “Not yet, shortcake. Tonight, it was about you, but if West and I don’t want to die from blue balls, we need to take care of this. Feeling you, taking your sweet taste, and hearing your sounds—fuck, I’ve never been so hard.”
The desire from earlier roared back to life, making my lower belly flip and twist.
“Can I—” I licked my lips. “Can I watch?”
There was nothing warm about the cruel smile that pulled at his lips. “I think we’ll save that show for when you admit to yourself, and us, that you’re all ours.” He started toward his bedroom but paused. “Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself, no matter what you hear. You understand me?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
