Fuck me, that's hot.
He grinds against her, and she pushes her hips up into him, clearly wanting more.
With my own erection gaining strength, I round the bed to sit on the opposite side.
I study Camile’s face. Yes, she’s definitely stopped crying now. This is working. Making her happy. That’s what we need to do.
Maybe it’s wrong and could be seen as taking advantage of her, but I don’t think so. She was upset, and now she’s not. That’s what matters. It’s beautiful, really, in its simplicity.
I slide onto the bed beside them. “My turn,” I tell Rook, giving his shoulder a small shove.
He rolls to one side but stays connected with her, one of his calves hooked over her shin, his arm still around her waist.
She blinks at me with those big, dark eyes. “Ace,” she says, all breathy.
“I’m going to kiss you now, Princess.”
She gives a tiny nod, and I place my lips to hers. Her lips are so soft, and slightly damp and puffy from kissing Rook. I push my tongue inside her mouth and am rewarded with the same groan she gave him.
Rook slides his hand inside her shirt, his palm covering her breast. From his movements, I can tell he’s rolling and squeezing her nipple. Her breathing grows more ragged, our kisses more frantic.
I want her naked, and, from the way he’s touching her, so does Rook.
I break the kiss this time. “Let’s get you out of this shirt.”
“We shouldn’t,” she murmurs.
“Oh, but we should,” I say. “Let us make you feel better, beautiful. Let us worship you.”
She sits up and allows me to pull the shirt over her head.
“And this?” I ask, tweaking a bra strap.
She nods, and Rook and I work together to rid her of the bra. She reclines on the bed, her gaze moving between us. Her cheeks and throat are flushed pink, and she looks so sexy, it’s amazing I don’t come in my jeans.
Fuck, she has beautiful breasts. Her nipples are a dusky brown, and my mouth waters to suck one. Except Rook gets there first, ducking his head over the breast closest to him and pulling her nipple into his mouth.
Rook and I have never shared a woman before, but this wouldn’t be the first time we’ve experienced something… intimate… together. At the hazing, things got pretty interesting, but we don’t talk about that. We’renevertalking about that. What happens at the hazing, stays at the hazing. But I will admit it’s drifted into mythoughts on more than one occasion, and maybe I’ve jerked off over it. I’m only human, after all. I wonder if Rook has done the same, or if he’s put the experience firmly out of his mind.
Working together, Rook and I peel her jeans off her legs. She’s in only her panties now, and fucking hell, she’s gorgeous. It’s not the first time I’ve seen her like this, but it is Rook’s, and he looks like he’s going to lose his mind.
“I want to taste every inch of your skin,” he tells her.
“Yes, please,” she gasps.
I kiss her mouth, while Rook works his way down, taking her panties with him, baring her to us both. He stops between her thighs, pressing her open, and just stares at her pussy for a long moment. There’s a look of awe on his face, and I get it. Camile has the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.
She squirms. “Please, Rook.”
“I’ve tasted her pussy before,” I tell Rook. “She’s delicious.”
He seems a little surprised at my admission, but then Camile whimpers and lifts her hips. “Please, Rook. Lick my pussy.”
32
CAMILE
How the hellhas this happened? One minute, I was crying over Jack, and the next I’m in bed with Rook and Ace.
