Because his mouth is back on me, slower now, his tongue teasing little flicks just below where I need him most.Every time I try to rock up to chase the pressure, he pulls away.
“Monty,” I beg, voice wrecked.“Please?—”
“Not yet.”
Two fingers slide into me before I even realize he’s moved his hand.I cry out, hips jolting, and he groans against me like I’m the one feeding him.
“So fucking tight,” he growls.“You want to come, baby?”
“Yes.Please.”
He curls his fingers inside me just so, finding that spot that makes me whimper.
“But you don’t get to come until I say,” he says, dragging his tongue across my clit again.“You said you wanted my fingers and my mouth.You didn’t say how fast.”
I choke on a laugh that turns into a moan.
This man is ruining me.
And I want more.
I want to sob.
I want to come on his tongue.
I want him inside me, slow and deep, while he kisses me like I’m the only thing that’s ever shut him up.I want the press of his body against mine and the heat of his mouth swallowing every sound I make.I want to feel stretched and taken and worshipped until I don’t remember what it was like to live without this.
I want everything.
And then—he does something wicked.
Monty pulls his fingers out of me, slow enough to make me whimper, and without warning, he licks lower.His mouth slides from my soaked folds to that other, tighter place—his tongue flicking against it like a tease, like a threat.
My nerves light up.My body jolts.
He circles it once, then drags his finger down to replace his mouth, rubbing soft, slow pressure that makes my thighs shake.
“You feel that?”he murmurs, voice thick and reverent.“This little hole’s mine too.”
My hips rock.I can’t help it.
“We need to start training it,” he says, kissing the inside of my thigh.“If you want to.If you want to take both of us—me and Cally—at the same time.”
The words go straight to my core.
My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate and aching, and my hands fist in the sheets.Because I’d thought about it last night.When Callaway was between my legs and Monty was inside him, I’d imagined what it would feel like to be caught between them.Filled.Owned.Loved.
It terrified me.
And it made me wild.
Monty’s voice dips closer to a growl.“Can you imagine it, baby?Me in your ass.Cally in your pussy.Both of us holding you down while you come all over us?”
I shudder violently, back arching.“Yes—fuck—yes.”
“Say it,” he murmurs.His tongue is back, just barely, brushing where his finger was.“Say you want it.”
“I want it,” I gasp.“Please—I want both of you.I want to feel you everywhere.”
