I palm the back of his head to hold him in place as he toys with my nipple. I feel his nose and the frame of his glasses against the swell of my tit as he kisses and sucks on me. Slitting my eyes open, I look down to watch him, only to see Grayson standing on the other side of the hall. His eyes are locked on mine.
The embarrassment I felt last night is nowhere to be found. I trail my fingers through Felix’s hair and down his neck, remembering how much Gray liked to watch. I don’t take my eyes off him as I lean forward and whisper into Felix’s ear. “Please make me come.”
Seemingly up for the task, Felix groans and slides his hand down my body and between my legs. Even through my jeans, his touch feels amazing. My eyelids sink closed for just a second, and then I open them to focus on Gray again.
His hands are down at his sides and balled into tight fists. I take note of the sizeable bulge in the front of his pants. Seeing how affected he is only makes me more desperate for Felix’s touch. I swivel my hips, and Felix answers by reaching for the button on my pants and dragging my zipper down.
Grayson takes a large step forward, but he halts his approach. “Step to the side,” Grayson suggests softly, but Felix listens as if it were an order. The heat of his body leaves mine, but it doesn’t stop his fingers from delving into my pants and under my panties.
The first touch of his fingertip against my lower lips to part me has me widening my stance. With uncanny accuracy, he makes a lazy circle around my clit, and my knees want to buckle. I fight to keep standing just so I don’t lose his touch.
“Hexes and hellfire, you are soaked,” Felix mutters and pulls his hand out of my pants, only to bring his finger to his lips and suck it into his mouth. I want to be mad that he stopped touching me, but how can I when he closes his eyes on a slow blink and makes that growling sound again?
“Quit being greedy and make her come,” Grayson demands.
“You’re one to talk,” Felix retorts, but he takes the advice. When he dips back inside, he explores more, working his fingers back and forth. Apparently, he’s not ready to stop teasing. My core tightens when he circles my opening with his finger and uses his thumb to push against my clit. My eyes roll back in my head as my jeans slide farther down my hips, giving Felix more room to maneuver. He sinks his finger inside me, and my mouth drops open so I can let out a pleased sigh.
The dual stimulation is something I’ve missed. A dildo or vibrator can do the job, but not like this, not like a partner can.
“Gods, Gray, wait until you feel how she squeezes.” Felix lets his forehead drop to the wall.
“Icanfeel how badly she needs it,” he reminds Felix. “Take care of her or get the fuck out of the way.”
I start to crack a smile, but it slips when Felix accepts the challenge of making me come, pushing in and out of me faster after adding a second finger.
I don’t last long after that. Honestly, I’m surprised I made it as long as I did. Gritting my teeth to keep my sounds in check, I clench around Felix’s fingers as he finger fucks me while Gray watches.
The sated feeling I was chasing last night crashes over me, and I would like nothing more than to crawl back in bed—well, almost nothing more. Ideally, I would have a couple of people join me.
Felix waits until the spasms of my inner muscles slow before he drags his fingers out of my pussy. I make a soft sound that could be a protest, but I’m just going to pretend it wasn’t. I lean my shoulders against the wall and allow Felix to help me pull my pants up and right my shirt. Hexes, I forgot how well they always took care of me. Good thing too, since I’m not sure my muscles are ready to function yet.
“Oh, come on!” Remy tosses his hands up in the air after darting into the hallway. “I was in the shower. You couldn’t have warned me?” His dark hair is damp, proving his words.
“Warned you about what?” I ask innocently.
“I’m not talking to you.” He pouts and points in my direction. Remy stalks over to Felix, who’s still nearest to me, and grabs his hand and sniffs it.
“Remy!” I cry in outrage.
“I already said I’m not talking to you. What’s this?” He wiggles Felix’s hand near my face, forgetting the fact that he just said he’s not talking to me.
Felix tries to pry his hand free, but Remy’s too strong.
“It looks like a hand to me,” I answer.
“One that smells like your pussy, and you left me out?” He looks genuinely sad. He tugs Felix’s hand to his face and sniffs again. “Yup, that’s her pussy, you fucker.” Remy levels his glare on Felix.
I shove Remy’s chest to get him moving. I am sympathetic though, so I lean up and plant my lips quickly on his as I pass by. If he wasn’t so surprised by the move, he might have caught me, because I barely manage to evade his hands when he reaches for me.
“I need to call Pop and see if he has any news.” I walk backward to keep out of Remy’s grasp as he continues to reach for me. He shoves Felix so abruptly, it makes me wonder if he really was trying to catch me, because if he would have used the same speed, he surely would have grabbed me. Felix stumbles, but it doesn’t wipe the satisfied smirk off his face.
“I turned on the coffee pot before I got in the shower.” Remy crosses his arms over his chest dejectedly.
“Oh, now you really are trying to win.” I continue to back away. “Food and coffee, how do you know me so well?” I tease.
“I make it a point to know my opponent and my prey,” Remy retorts with narrowed eyes.
“Prey, that sounds kind of fun.” I round the corner, then spin to start walking faster so I can get to the kitchen. If I don’t, I might end up tangled with all three of them, and I don’t think that would be the smartest idea…yet.
