“Please,” I whimpered, riding that fine line as my body neared release.
Kieran didn’t rush as he laved my other breast, his thumb joining his fingers as he teased my clit and fingered me at the same time. I rocked my hips, attempting to take his fingers deeper, to urge him to give me more. He was burning me alive, holding back just enough to keep me on edge.
“Not yet, love,” he said, his lips trailing between my breasts.
I was gearing up to blast him for messing with me when he continued lower, his fingers disappearing moments before he repositioned me, shouldering his way between my thighs. I was wanton and greedy, spreading my legs, giving him room, inviting him to do wicked things to me.
Warm breath fanned my pussy seconds before his mouth descended.
I was intimately aware of the way his tongue glided along my folds, caressing, teasing. He circled my clit but didn’t give me what I needed, moving lower and teasing my entrance.
My hand instantly latched on to his hair, holding on for dear life as he worked me into a frenzy, his skilled tongue doing delicious things to me. I moaned when he licked me, mewled when he thrust his tongue inside me, and cried out for more when he flicked my clit. The roller coaster of sensation battered me, but Kieran never gave me enough to send me over.
“More,” I begged, tightening my fingers in his hair as I lifted my head to look down my body.
It was then I realized we weren’t alone.
Knox was standing in the aisle, his full attention on the two of us. But it wasn’t anger I saw flashing in his eyes. Oh, no. Definitely not that.
His gaze glided to mine, and no sooner did we make eye contact than my orgasm rocketed through me.
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Knox
I wasn’t sure I’d witnessed anything hotterthan Emily coming with Kieran’s face between her thighs. The fact that our shared eye contact had triggered her was a bonus.
She liked me watching. I could see it in the glimmer in her amber-gold eyes.
My gaze shifted back to Kieran, who was kissing up her torso, moving over her. I found it insanely hot that he had talked her out of her clothing while remaining fully dressed. It was the stuff porn was made of, the sinful rich man seducing the sweet, innocent young woman. I was mesmerized by the scene. My cock was so hard, and I welcomed the discomfort. It was part of the thrill for me. I’d turned being a voyeur into an art form. But for me it wasn’t about getting off, it was about the sensuality of it all, the ebb and flow of two bodies drawn together.
“Take out my cock,” Kieran instructed her, pushing up on his hands and tilting his head down to stare between their bodies.
I remained where I was, watching as Emily’s small hand slid between them, working his belt. She took her time, kissing Kieran while she freed him from his slacks. Her hand curled around his thick shaft, stroking him with hurried movements.
“Careful, love,” Kieran said with a chuckle. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
Emily whimpered beneath him.
“Put me inside you,” Kieran directed, his voice guttural with lust.
Emily’s eyes slid over to me even as her hand guided him where she wanted him. It felt like a dare, a way for her to tell me she would take her pleasure no matter the cost to me. I ensured she saw my approval before turning my attention lower once more.
I watched as Kieran’s cockhead pressed against the slick entrance to her body, felt my own muscles coil tightly when he pushed in, a deep rumble coming from his chest as her body stretched to accommodate his girth. The way the cords in his neck tightened, his jaw hardening as her pussy enveloped him. I remembered the tight, wet clasp of her pussy, the way her inner muscles had fluttered as I’d sunk in balls deep. Only when he’d filled her did I turn my attention to her face, saw she was still watching me.
I held her stare as Kieran began to thrust, slow and deep at first, rhythmically rocking Emily’s small body beneath him.
They looked good together. My very own erotic artwork.
“So tight,” Kieran grunted, driving into her. “So wet.”
His words were meant for me, his way of including me without ever taking his focus away from the sexy woman impaled on his cock.
Emily’s attention diverted back to Kieran, her hand sliding around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers as she rocked her body in time with his. She whimpered and moaned, cried out as she hummed encouragement. I let the cacophony of their grunts and moans chase everything else out of my mind. The only thing I cared about was watching these two people bring one another to orgasm.
“Kieran,” Emily whined, her head tipping back as her moans grew loud. “Harder.”
Kieran impaled her, hard, deep. Again and again, he drove into her, riding her like a man who would never get enough.
