“You let him make a mess of you?” He hooks a finger under the side of my thong and pulls until the fabric draws tight—a thin, maddening line of pressure directly against my clit.
My whole body clenches. “Hm?”
“How many, Bell.” His fingers slide over the soaked fabric, unhurried, like he’s reading something written there. When I don’t answer, he presses the question into my skin with his thumb. “How many times did he make you come?”
I glance at Cruz. His fist is wrapped around his cock, jaw tight, watching me with dark and patient eyes. I drag my bottom lip through my teeth. “Once.”
It wasn’t enough.
Gage makes a low sound in his throat. “Two it is.”
My eyes snap to his.
“But first.” He takes the hem of his hoodie and draws it slowly between my thighs, the worn cotton dragging over my oversensitive flesh. The friction is unbearable and perfect, and I moan before I can stop it, my hips chasing the sensation without permission. It takes me a moment to understand what he’s doing—wiping away every trace of what Cruz gave me. Reclaiming the surface of me. Making room to earn it himself.
That realization alone makes me wetter than I already am.
“Now come on up,” he says, voice dropped to something that moves through me like a current. “And ride my face.”
I look at Cruz, but Gage’s hand palms my jaw, redirecting me. “Don’t look at him.” A beat. “He doesn’t mind. Do you, brother?”
Cruz makes a low sound in his throat that tells me nothing and everything.
He helps me shimmy up his torso, the worn cotton of his hoodie dragging warm against my inner thighs until there’s nothing between us, and then his mouth finds me and I stop thinking entirely.
His palms grip my ass and pull—open, deliberate, like he has all night and intends to use it. His tongue is unhurried and devastating, circling and plunging and flicking in a rhythm that feels less like technique and more like fluency, like he already knows every word. I reach beneath the hem of the hoodie and palm my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers, and the contrast—his mouth hot and relentless below, my own hands light and teasing above—makes my spine bow.
“That’s it, baby girl.” Cruz’s voice comes from somewhere behind me, low and rough. “Ride my brother’s face. Such a good girl.”
I chance a glance back. He’s watching me, jaw tight, fist moving slow around his cock.
That’s all it takes.
The orgasm doesn’t crest so much as detonate—pleasure so acute it whites out the edges of my vision, my thighs shaking against Gage’s jaw, my whole body wrung through and through until there’s nothing left to give.
When I surface, the motel door is clicking shut. Cruz is gone.
I ease off Gage’s face, thighs trembling, and he looks up at me with a carnal grin, lips slick in the low light.
“My turn.”
TWENTY-THREE
GAGE
I’m not goingto tell her no, not ever, and especially not when she looks like this—lips bee-stung and glistening, hair a wild tumble, those dark brown eyes holding me captive like a siren’s song. Doesn’t she know I’d follow her anywhere? I’d have followed her six years ago if she’d have let me.
“I’m not going to stop you,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “Not when you look at me like that.” My grin is slow, anticipatory. As if I’d ever fucking stop her from touching me.
She grins back, a flash of teeth before she plants a hand on my chest, pushing gently. She turns around, and my hoodie rides up, revealing the luscious curve of her ass. My palms find her hips, tracing the soft, warm skin beneath her waistband. Fuck, I’ll give her anything she wants. I don’t think I know how to say no to her.
I swipe my tongue along my bottom lip, savoring the taste of her and counting down the time until I can taste her again.
She bends forward, putting her cunt in my face. She slides my cock out of my sweatpants. A soft greedy noise escapes her throat as she wraps her fingers around my length, a sound that sends a shiver up my spine. She strokes me, her grip firmand sure, drawing a groan from deep within my chest. Then she takes me in her mouth, her lips hot and wet, her tongue swirling around my cock. My brain goes offline, every thought evaporating as sensation takes over. Her cheeks hollow out as she takes me deeper, and I wish I could see her lips stretched wide around me.
But this view is fucking perfect, so I wouldn’t change it.
I gently spread her open, exposing her dripping cunt. “Goddamn, Bell.”
