I kiss Lix slower but heavier, letting it get messy without rushing any of it. His eyes are slid shut. I keep mine open, seeing how Em’s reacting to all this.
“Use your tongue,” she says.
Fuck.
I moan into Lix’s mouth, feel the sound roll through him. I want her to see what I do next when I slide my tongue in, and Lix lets out this sound that makes me twitch some more in my pants.
His body leans into mine, just the way I want him to. I keep it slow, though, draw it out, savor how he reacts to being handled like this.
I pull back when my lungs start complaining, forehead resting against his while we catch our breath. My grip stays tight on his jacket. And his hands hold onto my shoulders while he tries to hide how breathless he is.
So fucking sexy, if I wasn’t worried. “You good, Ocean Eyes?” I whisper.
He nods pretty fast, but just in case, I reach around to rub his back.
I glance over at Em again. She’s smiling a bit and leaning on her flat palms in front of her. She looks like she’s arguing with herselfin that brilliant head of hers. The woman’s a genius, but she can’t figure out when she’s ready to crawl her way over to us.
Such a tease.
But I’ll play along.
“Want more, Em?” I taunt, smirking at her.
Her brown eyes are wide and wired, like an owl who’s found the unfortunate prey they’ll devour today. She locks right onto me and Lix.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Lix, up,” she whispers. “Stan, on your knees.”
A second doesn’t get to pass when I’m nudging Lix, guiding him up onto his feet. My knees sink into the blanket, grinning up at him because this view’s unreal.
His denim’s in my hands. I give his ass a nice squeeze, claiming real estate, and Lix makes this rough sound through his nose that tells me he’s struggling to keep still in this position.
Creasing my brows, I watch as he braces his hands on my shoulders, fingers digging in hard. I don’t mind. His breathing’s loud now, though. His chest rising fast.
I tilt my head to the side. “Hey, Ocean Eyes. You okay up there?”
Em crawls forward, getting closer to us. Concern’s clear on her cute face. “Lix,” she says. “Would you like us to stop?”
Lix shakes his head. “I’m okay,” he says, strained. “Just trying to calm my heart down.”
That does violent things to me.
I squeeze his ass again, feeling the tension in his body, and how he’s struggling because he’s holding back.
“We’re good, gorgeous,” I tell Em. “We’re being good boys for you…for now.”
Lix’s chest heaves, eyes barely blue when he looks down at me. Em watches the whole thing, breath shallower by the second. Bet she’srealizing exactly what she’s set in motion.
And I’ve never been happier to be on my knees. My sex fantasy checklist is gonna get so much shorter after this.
My hand slides lower, reaching for his zipper, because I’ve never been good at pretending to be patient.
“Stan.” Em’s voice cuts clean through the cold air.
I freeze with a dramatic sigh, shoulders slumping as I look back at her. “C’mon,” I mutter, letting my disappointment show. “You can’t dangle a view like this and expect me not to touch.”
Lix’s mouth twitches. He doesn’t laugh out loud, but I feel it in the way his hands shake on my shoulders.
