“You ain’t fuckin’ her, Tide. You’re gonna eat that pussy for her, though,” he tells him. I’m still in shock at his words when henods toward me. I know he wants me to take off my clothes, but I didn’t plan on this.
“I didn’t come here for him,” I remind him.
“And I said you’re gonna take off your clothes, Anika.” The way he says my name sends a chill down my spine. “You want me? Let him eat your pussy.” Chills wrap around me before I slowly slip out of my dress. I start to take off my heels when Patch shakes his head.
“No. Leave those on.” I look down at myself before walking to the bed. Tide takes my hand and helps me on, laying me down. Then he moves between my legs and pulls my panties down. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I look over at Patch. He strokes his cock as he watches Tide lean down between my legs. I think about telling him to stop. I think about leaving, but I can’t. The look in Patch’s eyes is too tempting.
“Let him lick you, Anika.” His demand sends heat to my core, and I slowly part my legs for Tide. He lowers himself between my parted thighs and runs a finger through the wetness he finds. I roll my hips, trying to get him to touch me where I need it the most. Then his tongue swirls around my clit before lowering. He dips his tongue inside me, and I almost leap off the bed. His hand comes to rest on my stomach, keeping me in place.
“Let him eat you, Anika,” Patch growls louder this time. I turn my head to look at him, wondering why he’d want his friend to do this and not himself. It doesn’t make sense, but the more I watch him, the hotter I get. Tide is working my pussy over, but I can’t tear my eyes away from Patch. He strokes his cock as our eyes lock.
“You want me?” he asks. I nod my head, but he doesn’t make a move to get up or come closer.
“Good girl,” he says huskily. My clit is throbbing with the need for more as Patch keeps his eyes locked with mine. His strokes become faster, but then he stops and stands from the chair. He walks over and climbs on the bed next to my head, caressing my cheek. His cock is inches from my mouth, and all I want to do is take him in.
“Please,” I whimper as I buck my hips. I need to come, I need to feel Patch inside me. But that’s not what I get either. Tide moves his tongue over my clit, and I feel myself getting hotter by the second. Patch gets to his knees and strokes his cock faster. My breathing comes out in pants when I feel it. My high crests and I explode as Tide laps at me. I’m gasping for air when Patch shoves his cock between my lips. I eagerly take him and suck him into my mouth. He thrusts a few times before he pulls out and climbs between my legs. I didn’t even notice that Tide had moved to take Patch’s seat on the chair. Before I know what’s happening, my legs are lifted over Patch’s shoulders, and he’s thrusting into me. I scream his name and reach up, grabbing at his back. My nails dig into him, no doubt leaving marks on him.
He takes me hard and fast, and before I know it, I’m falling apart one more time. It doesn’t take long for Patch to find his release, too. He grunts and growls as he fills me full of him. He lowers my legs but doesn’t pull out of me. He rests himself over me and kisses my neck softly. Once he catches his breath, he pulls out and rolls onto his side next to me. Tide must have left at some point because he isn’t in the chair when I glance over.
“What was that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Couldn’t you have licked my pussy for me?”
“I could have, but you have my boy all riled up,” he says as if it’s nothing.
“So you don’t mind sharing?”
“You don’t belong to me.” His words hit hard. I know I don’t belong to him, but his words still stung.
Chapter 7
Patch
It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve been fucking Anika. It’s been great. It’s been fun, but I feel like there’s something else she’s after from me. I don’t know what it is, but I can feel it.
“You’re being quiet,” she says softly as I run my fingers along her spine after our last round. I’m not complaining about the sex, it’s hot as fuck, and she lets me do whatever I want to her.
“I’m tired.”
“You want me to leave?”
“No.”
“Then what is it?”
“We’re not gonna sit here and have that conversation, Anika. We ain’t that deep,” I tell her. I know it sounds shitty, but it’s the truth. She huffs out a breath and shoves herself up before climbing out of the bed. I shift and sit up, scooting against the headboard as I watch her pull her clothes on.
“You leavin’?”
“What do you want me to do? You don’t want to talk to me.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to talk to you,” I tell her. She turns to face me, and I can see the look in her eyes. She’s getting attached to me. I shouldn’t let her. I should push her away because I’m not looking for a relationship, but there’s something about her that I like.
“You literally just did,” she says as she pulls her shirt over her head.
“Take it off.”
