“Yes! Nico, yes! Don’t stop!”
Stone shifted, grinding his cock against Nico’s ass as he leaned over him. “I’m so gonna enjoy fuckin’ this ass.”
Nico’s ass clenched.
Stone palmed the back of his head, forcing his face between Stevie’s legs. “She tastes so fuckin’ good, doesn’t she?”
Nico hummed, but he didn’t stop feasting on her. His body flooded with heat, his blood pumping faster than it ever had. He was pinned down by Stone’s weight, his hand roughly holding his head. And God help him, he liked the roughness, the forcefulness. He liked that Stone was taking control.
“Fuck, you look good like that, baby,” Stone said. “His head between your legs. Are you gonna come, Stevie? You gonna flood his mouth with your sweetness?”
“Nico!” Stevie’s hand tightened in his hair, and her legs stiffened. “I’m comin’.”
He pushed his finger inside her, wanting to feel the walls of her pussy tighten. They did as her clit pulsed against his tongue.
Suddenly, Stone’s weight disappeared, so Nico got to his knees, sitting on his heels as he watched Stevie’s chest heave, her smile so bright it nearly blinded him.
She was even more beautiful after she orgasmed. Her blonde hair slipping out of her ponytail, her pink lips glossy, eyes glazed. He wanted to kiss her again, but before he could move toward her, Stone grabbed his hair, jerking his head hard. Then Stone’s mouth was on his. Nico was confused for only a second, but then he kissed Stone back, turning to face him, gripping his hip. He ignored the throb in his lip from where Stone had hit him. The kiss dulled the pain even as it intensified it.
Stone had discarded his shirt, and Nico didn’t hesitate, running his hand over his torso, around to his back as he scooted closer. Where Stevie’s kiss was soft and sweet, Stone’s was rough and demanding. An intense contradiction that had him reeling. Nico couldn’t figure out which he preferred. Both were capable of twisting him in knots, adding layers to the confusion already there.
Stone yanked his head back, their lips separating. Nico was breathing hard.
“Kiss me like you fuckin’ mean it,” Stone growled before loosening his grip.
Not wanting to risk Stone stopping, Nico kissed him again, this time putting effort into it. Stone let him lead, but he knew it was a facade. Nico was no more in charge than he had been a moment ago. He was still following, but he was participating, and that seemed to be what Stone wanted.
He was aware of the stubble on Stone’s jaw abrading his face, the firmness of his lips, the musky scent of his skin. But it was the relentless thrust of his tongue that undid him. The pleasure was exhilarating. The way Stone dominated his mouth, his hand gripping his hair tightly, keeping him right where he wanted him.
Nico’d fantasized about this, too. Not that he was kissing Stone, but a man. His fantasy man had never had a face because Nico hadn’t understood the desires that plagued him. He couldn’t rationalize how he could be turned on by the thought of being with a guy when he was attracted to girls.
Stone pulled back again, still not releasing Nico’s hair.
Nico forced his eyes open, looking at the man who’d rocked his world with only his mouth.
“Her pussy tastes good on your lips,” Stone rasped.
Something shifted under his hand, and Nico realized he was cupping Stevie’s knee, caressing with his thumb. He hadn’t stopped touching her even as he kissed Stone.
Stone’s hand was on her other knee, the three of them somehow linked through this intimate encounter.
“We’re not done with you yet, sexy girl,” Stone said, his smoldering gaze shifting to Stevie.
She giggled sweetly. “I would hope not.”
“But I think Nico deserves a turn, don’t you?”
Stevie’s eyebrows arched as she sat up. Her smile was mischievous. She was no longer the shy, giggling girl he’d known for so long. She was a hot-blooded woman who knew what she wanted. Regardless of what happened tonight, he would never look at her the same. She would no longer be his sister’s best friend. She was now the woman who had weaved a path deep into his soul.
Nico wasn’t sure what the plan was, but he went with it, lying down when Stevie moved toward him. She cupped his face and kissed him, stretching out beside him, her knee resting on his thigh. He twisted his torso so he could hold her, cupping the back of her head as she kissed him. He expected her to pull back once she tasted herself on his lips, but she didn’t. The one time he’d tried to kiss Chelsea after he went down on her, she’d pushed him away. Not Stevie. She shocked him when she licked his lips before kissing him again.
Nico’s stomach muscles tensed when deft fingers dipped into the waistband of his shorts. He pulled back to watch as Stone worked his shorts and underwear down. Nico assisted, lifting his hips, a hint of fear trickling into his veins. It was one thing to eat Stevie’s pussy while Stone watched. It was something else entirely to be naked and vulnerable to this guy. Stone was the one who’d punched Nico in the face—twice—just a short time ago. He still wasn’t certain that this wasn’t some sort of trick.
His muscles coiled, preparing to defend himself in case Stone went on the attack.
“Nervous?” Stone asked, moving between Nico’s thighs.
“Yeah,” he admitted. No reason not to be honest.
