Also, sucking on the nipple in a way that sent an answering tug between my legs. In that instant, I understood why Gideon had sounded so sorry for me. Callum had me mourning what I’d never known I was missing.
His technique was incredible—warm, wet, and just the right amount of suction. And apparently, he had his own fairness reflex, because after fully tending to the first breast, he lavished the other one with equal attention while his hand drifted to the waistband of my underwear.
“No fingers!” Gideon barked. “Show her how good we’re going to treat her.”
The seeming human embodiment ofsay less, Callum dropped to his knees and threw my thigh over his shoulder, pulling the crotch of my underwear aside to?—
I gasped as his tongue pushed into my folds.
This… this wasn’t wet and gross. It waswetandoh wow… oh wow… How can anything feel so incredible?Sensations piling, a fire igniting—not in my legs, but between them.
“You like foreplay,” Gideon observed. “Was that in your agreement?”
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly, even though Callum was doing all the work. “One release before any penetration.”
“In that case, Cal, put her on my bed and give her two.”
Callum’s mouth never left my pussy, but the next thing I knew, my back hit the mattress of the neat, made-up bed.Yes! I guessed right!
And from this position, it was easier to see Gideon. He sat on the other bed, leaned forward like a commanding general, elbows on his knees?—
Watching us intently as his brother made me finally understand why people called iteating out.
I couldn’t watch Gideon watch us. That glimpse was all I got before I had to close my eyes.
I still didn’t know what I wanted, but some hidden instinct took over. I threaded my fingers through Callum’s silky red hair, pulled him deeper, and ground my pussy against his delving tongue.
It felt so good… so good, I reflexively started to lift my other leg to hook over his shoulder.
But he shifted, bicep flexing to pin my right leg to the bed as his merciless tongue kept working.
That’s when I realized he’d left my leg down on purpose, using the angle of his body to cant my hips slightly to the right.
He wasn’t just eating me out for filth—he wasputting on a filthy displayfor his brother.
And the burn of Gideon’s eyes made me… made me…
I came apart on a broken cry, my neck arching off the pillow.
Then I collapsed back onto the bed—a shiny, glowy thing, no party drugs required.
No offense to Mr. Good Time, who’d been a perfectly capable lover with a special knack for saying just the right things to letmy own braindo most of the arousal work.
But this orgasm was better.
Better than any I’d ever had on his fingers.
And they still weren’t done.
claim
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lark
“Flip her over,” Gideon commanded. “Claim every hole for us.”
Claim every hole?
