Hannah’s hands freeze just as my shirt reaches my elbows and there’s a small gasp that both Ethan and I hear. Ethan glances up at her, then follows her line of sight at my shoulder, as she traces her fingers over her tattooed marks.
He squints, tilts his head then walks around to inspect the bite mark on the other side, resting just above my dandelion.
I lift my chin to meet his gaze and there’s so much behind his eyes. Confusion, need, sorrow. I can’t tell and it’s making me overthink everything.
Hannah steps in front me and I turn to look at her. She’s fucking beautiful. Her hair is knotted and messy, her dress is half hanging off her body, and I’ve dreamt of seeing her like this again.
“Are those ours?”
As unsure as I feel, I sit up proud and nod. “Yes,” I say, but as confident as I am, my voice still comes out raspy.
She shares a look with Ethan before her mouth turns into a tight line then a smile appears. I physically feel the relief as she sits on my lap. Her wet center glides against the back side of my cock and she rolls her hips, pressing her lips against mine.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close, moaning into her mouth like I need it to breathe.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.” I can’t help the words that fall out of my mouth as our tongues dance together in the same rhythm our hips are moving.
Ethan grips the back of my head, pulling me back. His gaze is something more certain now.
Need. Unrelenting, feral need.
I don’t know if it was him witnessing me and Hannah like that or the fact that he really likes his bite mark permanently inked on me, but I love that fucking look in his eye.
“When?”
Hannah is kissing down my chest, kneeling in front me of, as he interrogates me and it’s fucking distracting.
“When?” He pulls harder at the base of my skull.
“The last night in Paris before I came back to the hotel and you guys were gone.”
He huffs out an annoyed breath, like he already knew that answer but didn’t want to hear it.
Hannah wraps her lips around my cock, licking the tip likea lollipop before taking me all the way to the back of her throat. I squeeze my eyes shut as my jaw drops but I blink, yanking them back open to keep my eyes on him.
He’s struggling or maybe he’s mad; I have no fucking clue but the way Hannah is devouring me, I swear I won’t have a chance to figure it out before I’m coming down his girlfriends throat.
Before I can even realize, he pulls my head further back and slams his lips against mine. His tongue darts out into my mouth and it’s stronger and needier than the one Hannah just gave me.
“Oh, fuck,” my muffled words come out garbled and desperate.
He only kissed me once, that last night in Paris. It was on the couch after we playedBattleshipand I remember it distinctly because it felt like such a breakthrough. This feels the same but with more surety than before. More desire and meaning.
“Do you want us?” he asks, hovering over my mouth. “All of us?”
I don’t know if he means physically or emotionally but it doesn’t matter to me.
“I want everything.” It’s the easiest question I’ve ever had to answer.
Ethan grants me with a rare smile and it makes my stomach flutter to my chest. Slowly, he kneels down, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he lines himself up next to Hannah.
Oh shit.
She pops off my cock and he takes it in his mouth, using that magical no-gag reflex to his advantage and I can’t help but groan as my knuckles blanch white, gripping the wood on the armrest of my chair.
They both start licking and sucking, the sight un-fucking-believable as they take turns on each side of my cock. His handreaches down between his legs as he unzips his pants and begins stroking himself.
His arm moves back and forth as he jerks himself and I’ve never been so jealous of a hand before.
