Quinn looked at me. “Are you joining us?”
God, yes. But not yet. She was in our bed, eyes hazy with lust, and I wanted her when shechoseit, and after I’d earned it.
I smirked. “Sit on Xan’s face.”
Quinn blinked.
I shifted to my knees and pulled a hair tie off my wrist. The muscles in my arms flexed as I reached above me to pull my hair back. My lover—and who I wanted to be my lover—drooled.
My hair tie snapped into place. Three moves later, Xan was flat, Quinn’s pussy hovering over his mouth, facing me. I left her shirt on, nipples straining against the fabric.
“You picked that shirt for us,” I muttered, kissing each tight peak. “Keep it.”
She gasped, but before she could talk, Xan grabbed her hips and pulled her down. Her jaw dropped, a blush running wild across her cheeks. Her hands hovered, lost.
Not good enough.
I slid down my lover’s body, freeing his cock. Quinn’s gaze followed me and heated as I swallowed him deep. My eyes locked with hers.
Xan groaned into her, his clumsy tongue too eager. Not enough.‘Find the nub. Clit. Focus.’
His hand shifted, thumb circling. The second he hit it, Quinn jerked, and her little cries filled the room.
Her gaze glued to me. An audience I wasn’t used to—one I found I liked.
I took my time with Xan, licking, teasing, dragging it out until frustration tightened every muscle. Then I hollowed my cheeks, drove him to the edge. When he snapped, I pulled back, leaving him spilling across his stomach. Quinn’s eyes went wide. Fascinated. Hungry.
Quinn was only beginning her sexual explorations. I’d make sure it was with us that she experienced as many firsts as possible.
“Xan, baby, what are you doing?” I scolded. “Our girl is on your face, and she’s not moaning. She’s not even rocking.”
‘Eat her ass,’I commanded my lover.
I crawled forward, careful not to disturb the art I’d left on my lover’s stomach, and wrapped an arm around Quinn’s waist. Slowly, I leaned her back, and my lover's tongue slid down to her backside.
We might not know a lot about women, but my lover knew what to do with a butt when presented.
Without instruction, he played both fields.
Quinn squealed, pink blazing across her skin.
“Do you like it?” I asked, sliding a hand down her stomach, brushing her belly ring before pressing two fingers into her slick folds to find her clit, while my lover destroyed everything below.
Her answer was a moan.
“Please,” she gasped, rocking harder as I worked her. Xan followed my rhythm with everything he had.
“This is so much…” she panted.
“Come for us,” I breathed. “Explode while I make you sing.”
And she did. Screamed once, then shattered, shuddering between us while Xan devoured her.
When she sagged, trembling, I leaned over and stole a kiss from my lover’s slick mouth, tasting her on his tongue.
“You taste amazing.” I licked the corner of my mouth.
“Really?” Quinn whispered, flushed and shy.
