He released her fingers. His palm spread across her chest as he pressed her back into the bed, the other hand lifting her hips. In one smooth, fluid motion, he dragged both her overalls and panties down and tossed them aside in a crumpled heap behind him.
Caitlyn gasped at being exposed so quickly, but there was no time for embarrassment. Blaise hooked his arms beneath her legs, drawing her to the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees, one of her legs slung over his shoulder, the other lifted and pressed against her chest—giving me aperfectview as he dragged his tongue between her glistening folds.
Caitlyn squirmed against him, her hips bucking with each flick of his tongue. He teased her relentlessly—circling her clit, then dragging his tongue through her folds again, dipping the tip into her slick opening and holding it there, pulsing inside heruntil a whimper tore free—before sliding back up to her clit once more.
It was all I could do not to stroke myself, the bead of precum now trailing down my length, because Ineededto last longer than my first orgasm.
But my resolve shattered when Blaise shot me a wicked, teasing glance and slowly dragged his finger down the back of Caitlyn’s thigh.
My hand closed around the head of my cock, gathering the trail of precum before I drew my fist slowly down my length. My dick pulsed against my palm as he traced lazy circles over the globe of Caitlyn’s ass, his eyes flicking to me as if he were waiting for me to start stroking myself, to set the rhythm for what he was about to do next.
Chapter 25. Caitlyn
My body was on fire.
Each stroke of Blaise’s tongue sent heat searing through me, pushing me too close to the edge far too quickly.
He circled my clit before dragging his tongue through my folds and pressing the tip into my entrance. I squirmed against him, half of me hungrily chasing the pleasure, the other half trying to stave it off, because I never wanted this sensation to end.
He traced a finger gently down the back of my thigh—the one he had pressed up against my chest—before pulling his tongue from me and bringing it back to my clit, and—fuck—I wasn’t sure how much more my body would be able to handle before it gave in and shattered.
In an attempt to refocus and hold off my orgasm for just a little bit longer, I let my gaze drift to Ambrose, which absolutely did not help in any way.
Ambrose’s onyx eyes were fixed on me. He sat with one leg bent, the other flat on the mattress, his cock hard and at attention. A bead of precum slid down his length, and all I could think of was how much I wanted to taste him the way Blaise had. One elbow rested on his knee, his other hand flat against the bed, fingers twitching with restraint.
My throat was too dry to form words, so I willed them to him instead.
Touch yourself. Show me just how much watching us turns you on. Then come here and touch me.
Ambrose’s eyes tracked the movement of Blaise’s finger across the globe of my ass, his nostrils flaring as he drank in our desire. He seemed to understand exactly where my thoughts had gone. His fingers flexed one last time and, eyes still fixed onBlaise between my legs, he brought his fist to the crown of his cock and began to stroke himself in slow, measured pumps.
Blaise’s finger traced slow circles across my skin before picking up its trail once more. As he sucked my clit into his mouth, he dragged his finger through my slick folds, then slid it fully inside me.
I bucked against him, his name slipping from my lips as I wordlessly urged him to add another.
To my dismay, Blaise withdrew both his finger and his mouth.
The only thing that stopped me from begging him to continue was the wicked grin on his face as he glanced up at me. His finger, slick with my wetness, trailed lower. I sucked in a sharp breath as it reached my tight ring of muscle, circling gently.
Blaise’s grin widened. “Have you ever—” he began, but I was already shaking my head. A soft chuckle left him. “Do you want to?”
Yes, I thought as I nodded my head, real words still unable to form.
I hadn’t had much time to think about how we’d all fit together in the brief span since realizing I had two mates. But the image of being claimed by both of them at the same time bloomed suddenly in my mind, vivid and intoxicating—andyeah, I wanted to start exploring that ideaimmediately.
Blaise’s finger resumed its slow circling as he lowered his face between my legs once more. His tongue was gentle as it flicked over my clit, matching the same measured rhythm Ambrose had set as he stroked his cock.
Blaise pressed the tip of his finger against me, just the barest push past that tight ring of muscle, drawing a soft gasp from me at the sensation.
He stilled. “Is it okay?”
“More than okay,” I managed, my voice cracking as I watched Ambrose’s chest hitch.
I felt Blaise’s lips curve into a grin before his tongue resumed its agonizingly slow circles and flicks over my clit. His finger moved with care, pressing a fraction deeper each time, and—Gods—it was so much and yet somehow not enough all at once.
Ambrose’s head tipped back as he quickened his pace, a low groan spilling from his lips. Blaise matched our mate’s tempo, his tongue lapping with hunger now. Every part of my body tingled, tightened, primed to tumble into blissful oblivion. My fingers wove into Blaise’s hair just as Ambrose let go of his throbbing cock, seemingly determined to save his next orgasm for later.
I had nowhere near that kind of restraint.
