I watched their tongues collide, instantly turned on by the way she deepened the kiss, reaching for his shirt as she gripped the material. “Your room or mine?” I asked, giving both of them a chance to answer how they wanted.
“Mine,” Diesel growled. “Becca?”
“Yours,” she agreed before her hand found mine, tethering our fingers.
She’d never done that before, and I silently celebrated her unspoken communication. She wanted us just as much.
Void stood at the bar, tossing back a shot of whiskey as he glared at us.
Becca noticed. She lifted her chin and ignored him, letting us lead her out of the bar toward the stairs. We took them up to Diesel’s room. As he unlocked the door, opening it wide, Void joined us.
“Becca,” he choked, like he regretted pissing her off and probably needed to grovel.
“You can stay.”
He blinked. “I can?”
“Only to watch,” she clarified.
He didn’t argue. “Okay.”
Fuck me.This was gonna be fucking hot.
Three of us entered the room, and Diesel shut the door, turning the lock. His hungry gaze found Becca.
Void walked to the chair closest to the bed and sat down, leaning his elbows on his knees. He was a voyeur, and he fit right in because Diesel and I enjoyed sharing women and watching each other fuck them. It turned us on.
No, we didn’t want dick. Didn’t swing that way. I was positive that Void felt the same. But when you watched a woman flush with pleasure, it reached something primal inside and made your cock take notice.
Becca backed toward the bed, crooking her finger at Diesel and me. “I want kissed, devoured, and worshipped. Tell me if you’ve got the stamina to handle me.”
Goddamn. My dick twitched in my jeans. “Hell yeah.”
Diesel ripped off his shirt, tossing it aside as he stood in front of her. “Baby, I think you know how badly I want to devour you.”
She smiled. “Then show me.”
He dropped to his knees, sliding his hands underneath her skirt and over Becca’s skin, skimming her legs until he reached her center. “Naughty girl. You’re already wet and aching, aren’t you?”
“You going to use that tongue I’ve heard so much about for licking my pussy or talking?”
Dirty talk must turn her on. I’d remember that.
“How do I take this off, princess? I don’t want to rip it.”
“Right here.” She showed him how to unfasten it.
He pulled the fabric away from her body, tossing it to Void, who caught it, draping it across his lap. He was so engrossed, he didn’t blink.
I pulled my shirt over my head and kicked off my boots, watching Becca and Diesel the entire time. He had his nose pressed to her pussy, inhaling the arousal he must have smelled as he tugged on the thin strip of black covering her. I heard the fabric rip as he snatched it from her, snapping before he shoved the thong into his jeans pocket.
Diesel slowly lifted one of her legs, his hands steady on her hips, and placed it over one shoulder. “I bet you taste better than I imagined.”
“Has that been often?”
“Every damn night,” he growled.
Her eyes grew heavy-lidded as she caught my gaze. “Come on, Rev.”
