I broke the kiss, reached over AJ, and hauled her between us. She let out a surprised squeak that had him chuckling, and then an even louder gasp when I grabbed the whisper-thin strap of her silk thong and tore it off her. My eyes dropped to the neatly trimmed patch of hair between her legs. On each side was a tiny black heart. Who the fuck had gotten close enough to tattoo her there? And why did I suddenly feel like killing them for it?
Lifting my eyes to AJ’s, I pressed Stella’s thong against my nose, taking a deep breath full of her scent. Sweet. Musky. Just as fucking luscious as I’d feared. Wetness pressed against my lips. Unable to stop myself, I parted them and licked the crotch of the fabric, the flavor of her exploding over my tongue.
“Fuck,” AJ breathed, pupils blown wide as he watched me.
“She’s wet for us,” I told him.
“Is that true, Stel?” He spooned her while facing me, stroking a hand down her stomach. My eyes latched onto the movement, watching with bated breath as he dipped his fingers between her legs. Stella let out a whimper, clenching her thighs around him. “Soaked,” he confirmed.
The smile spreading over my face felt triumphant as I fixated on her small, pert breasts and the nipple rings catching the light. I reached out and gently tugged one, and Stella squirmed onto AJ’s hand.
“How many fingers do you have inside her?” I asked.
“Just one,” he said. “She’s so tight.”
“She can take another,” I told him.
His expression turned wolfish, and I knew exactly when he slipped a second finger into her pussy because they both moaned. Stella’s cheeks turned pink, bottom lip pinched between her teeth as she stared over my shoulder.
Uh-uh. She wasn’t about to get away with that.
I gripped her chin. “Look at me.”
Her eyelids fluttered, another fractured moan slipping through her lips before she met my gaze. Beneath the lust, I saw something else. Something dark, angry. Like she hated that she wanted me. Like she wanted to punish me for it.
Okay. Maybe I did have a little brat in me after all, because the thought of Stella taking out all that pent-up aggression on my body had the head of my cock weeping.
AJ’s arm moved, his hand pumping between her legs, the veins on his forearm starting to pop. “Your girlfriend feels so good,” he told me, and a possessive thrill shot through me to hear the words. “So wet. So warm. Do you want another taste?”
Slick sounds hit my ears as he started to work her faster. The musky smell of sex filled the air.
“Yes,” I practically growled.
He pulled his hand free with a suctioning noise that had no business being so hot, and lifted it toward me in offering. I parted my lips, saliva pooling in my mouth at the thought of cleaning her off his fingers, but Stella grabbed his wrist out of the air.
“Bad boys don’t get rewards,” she said, and then sucked his fingers down to the bottom knuckle, her eyes locked on mine.
Fuuuck. The sight made my balls tighten. Made me want to do something else to piss her off just to see what she’d do next.
AJ groaned, dropping his forehead to her shoulder as she hollowed her cheeks and cleaned every last drop of herself off him. And then she opened her lips with a pop and slid his fingers out, excruciatingly slow, maintaining eye contact as her tongue swirled between his fingers. The sight had all the blood rushing from my head straight to my cock, so fast it made me dizzy.
AJ’s eyes turned liquid in the dim light. The look he sent me was both apologetic and imploring. “I want to fuck your girlfriend.”
“I want you to fuck my girlfriend.” The words were out before I could stop them.
Stella raked her nails over my chest. “While my boyfriend shoves his fat cock down my throat.”
My heart skittered to a stop. She didn’t really mean that, did she?
Nah, she couldn’t. This was just her playing her last card, taking things to the point of no return and forcing me to back down. Only, I didn’t want to. And the longer I searched Stella’s eyes, the more convinced I became that she didn’t want to, either.
Everything else between us was fucked up, complicated as hell, but this lust? This was the one simple truth between us, and it could no longer be denied.
She lifted her palm, holding it in front of my mouth. “Spit on it.”
I complied instantly, dick twitching from both the command in her tone and the action itself. She slid her hand behind her, using my spit as lube on AJ’s cock. He met my eyes over her shoulder, his teeth dimpling his bottom lip, and I leaned forward and captured his mouth in another kiss, pinning Stella between us.
He reached forward and wrapped his fingers around my dick for the second time, grip strong and sure as he immediately started working me, not needing any lube because of how much cum I was already leaking.
