“Not yet,” I whisper.“You don’t get to touch until you’re trembling.”
I lower my mouth to one breast and finally give in.Her nipple is already tight and aching, and I close my lips around it, sucking slowly, circling my tongue until she arches off the bed, moaning.
Monty kneels beside her head, his cock flushed and leaking, throbbing inches from her mouth.He strokes it once, then guides her hand to the base.
“You want him in your mouth?”I ask softly, dragging my tongue slowly over her hip.“Want to wrap those pretty lips around him while I spread you open and make you come on my tongue?”
She whimpers—a needy, breathless sound—and nods.
“That’s it,” I breathe.“Take him.Let him fuck your mouth while I taste this perfect cunt.”
Monty groans when she licks him.Then again when she opens wider and takes him in, lips sealing around the head.Her eyes flutter shut, cheeks hollowing around him, and the sound he makes—fuck.It goes straight to my cock.
I lower my mouth to her heat.
And Christ, she’s soaked.
I resume the long, slow licks.Dragging my tongue through her folds, tasting every drop of slick she’s worked up just from the teasing.She moans around Monty’s cock—louder when I close my lips over her clit and suck.
“Holy fuck,” he rasps, hand fisting in her hair but not forcing.“She’s perfect.”
I hum against her, letting the vibrations tease her further.
She arches off the bed, writhing under both of us—her mouth full, my mouth greedy, her body stretched between us like something sacred.
“Winthrop,” Monty breathes, voice frayed.“Nibble her clit.Just—gently.She likes that.”
I flick my tongue and give the tiniest scrape of teeth over the bundle of nerves.
She screams around him.Her thighs clamp around my head, her hips lifting, trembling.
And Monty—fuck—he moans like he’s about to lose it.He pulls back slowly, breathing hard, his cock glistening from her mouth, swollen and flushed like it’s been kissed awake.
“Switch,” he pants.“Let me taste her.”
I don’t argue.
I give her one more suck of her clit—deep enough to make her legs shake, her cry breaking loose—and then I pull back, licking my lips as I rise.
Monty’s already there.
He replaces me between her thighs like he’s been waiting for permission, spreading her gently, reverently.He leans in and drags his tongue through her slow and deep, groaning at the taste of her.He laps at her like she’s something he’s been denied too long, mouth greedy but controlled, tongue working her open until she’s gasping and twisting beneath him.
Her hands fly to the sheets.
Her hips lift.
Monty hums against her, the sound vibrating straight through her body, and when he flicks his tongue over her clit, she sobs.
Only then do I lean in, eyes locked on hers.
“She’s ready,” I murmur, watching her fall apart under his mouth.“Aren’t you, baby?”
She nods frantically, tears in her eyes, pleasure wrecking her.
“Yes,” she breathes.“Please.”
And that—that’s the sound of surrender.
