“Yes.”
“It’s so fuckin’ hot to see his mouth on you. To watch him suck your tits.”
Stevie gasped, his dirty words adding to the sensation.
That seemed to spur Nico because he took her into his mouth, sucking more firmly, his tongue flicking over her nipple. When he released her, it was so he could do the same with her other breast. Stone was still cupping her, offering her to Nico.
The eroticism of it made her pussy clench tightly. Nothing had ever felt this good. The intensity of it scared her. More so, her desire for it to never stop.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this wasn’t normal. A man who loved you wasn’t supposed to share you. And vice versa. If you loved someone, you weren’t supposed to want someone else.
Yet here she was, aching for them to give her more. Desperate for them to ease the throbbing that was growing stronger by the second. And she didn’t care about right or wrong. She couldn’t.
Surely nothing that felt this good could be that bad, right?
Three
Nico couldn’t believe he was here, thathe was sucking Stevie’s tits while Stone watched.
Little Stephanie Shepherd wasn’t so little anymore.
Not that he’d ever really thought about her like that. Since the day his sister invited her for their first sleepover when he was in the fifth grade, he’d had a crush on her. In the beginning, he had teased and tormented them simply so he could be around Stevie. At one point, he’d even entertained the idea of asking her to be his girlfriend.
He refused to admit that he’d fantasized about her more than once. It was easier to keep her in the friend category for his sister’s benefit. He refused to cross that line, fearful that when things ended, it might affect Stevie’s relationship with Niyah. Nico didn’t want to be responsible for that, so he’d limited himself to fantasies.
Stevie was part of the reason Nico hadn’t dated anyone but Chelsea for the past few years. Whenever Chelsea would break up with him, his thoughts always returned to this girl. He spent most of his time hanging around the house when she was there simply so he could be around her. Then, when Chelsea decided he was worthy again, Nico would let her lead him around like a puppy because he genuinely liked her. He just didn’t love her. And he’d never felt like this when he was with her.
Then again, he wasn’t sure Stevie deserved all the credit for what he was feeling. Stone was responsible for a lot of it. He’d triggered something inside Nico with his dominance in the driveway. Nico had been all but ready to beg him to finish him off with his scorching looks and suggestive promises. The fact that Stone was straddling Nico’s legs, offering his girlfriend on a silver platter …thatwas doing it for him in ways he’d never expected.
Nico released Stevie’s breast, sliding his lips up her chest, over her collarbone. He wanted to kiss her again. He wanted to feel her tongue in his mouth, her soft, cool hands on his skin.
As though he could read Nico’s mind, Stone reached around Stevie to grip his shirt. Nico sat forward, allowing him to pull it up and over his head. Then Stevie was leaning into him, skin to skin, her breasts crushed to his chest, her lips sealed to his. He kissed her, gliding his hands over her smooth, warm skin. She was so fucking soft and so damn small. He wasn’t used to being with petite women. Chelsea was bigger, sturdier. Not dainty and petite like Stevie.
Although he liked girls who wouldn’t get hurt if he played rough with them, Stevie felt right in his arms. As though she was meant to be there.
Suddenly, she jerked back, a sharp cry escaping her. When she leaned against Stone, Nico looked down. Stone had his hand down her shorts, his fingers hidden by the denim.
“Stone!” Stevie was rolling her hips, riding Stone’s hand.
She was a wet dream come to life.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” Stone groaned against her neck. “God, baby. Did Nico do this to you?”
Her gaze met his. “Yes.”
His cock jerked at the heat that flashed in her big brown eyes.
She whimpered. “Don’t stop. Please … don’t stop.”
“Me?” Stone asked, his eyes glittering with triumph. “Or Nico?”
“Both …uhnn …God, yes.”
“Oh, yeah. You love when I finger your little pussy.”
She nodded, although it wasn’t a question.
The muscles in Stone’s arm flexed and bunched as he fingered her. Nico couldn’t see beneath the denim, but he could imagine Stone’s fingers sliding into her, glistening with her silky heat.
