There’s no way I’m letting Theo make her come a second time, not when I’m here and so willing. Besides, I owe her an orgasm.
I lean towards her until our lips are almost brushing. “Let me make you feel good.” My hand slides down her spine to the small of her back, so close to cupping that perfect ass of hers.
This close, I can see her pupils dilate and her eyes fill with heat as her breath hitches. “But…” She looks to Theo and her cheeks flush.
“Don’t be shy on my account, baby. I’m more than happy to watch Alex make you come apart with his fingers or his mouth.” Theo’s smirk widens, turning downright wicked. “Besides, I’m sure both you and Alex will enjoy an audience.”
Fuck yes.
“What do you say, sweetheart? Want me to show Theo just how hard I can make you come?” I cup the side of her head and brush my thumb against her cheek. “How loud do you think I could make you scream my name?”
God, just the thought of her shouting my name so loud that everyone in the house can hear has my cock leaking pre-cum. I want everyone to know that I belong to this beautiful, amazing woman and thatI’mthe one who’s making her come.
But I’m not doing anything until she says the word.
Theo seems to be on the same wavelength because he doesn’t move; he just holds her and waits as she all but pants in his arms. Her pupilsare blown and her shirt strains against her breasts and outlines the hard points of her nipples perfectly. She looks like a bloody goddess, just waiting to be worshipped.
Finally, she licks her lips again and eagerly nods her head. Sensing the change in the mood, Harlow huffs and slinks off to find a more comfortable position away from us.
I ignore her as I move to close the distance, to devour those perfect lips, but Theo grabs my hair and stops me. I bite back a frustrated groan and glare at him as he releases his hold, but he’s not looking at me. His attention is fixed solely on Ollie.
“We need your words, princess. Tell us what you want.”
This infuriating man is going to be the death of me.
Thankfully, she takes pity on me. “I want Alex to make me come.” She turns her gaze to Theo, pinning him with a look so heated that it’s his turn to look a little flustered. “And I want you to watch.”
Both Theo and I groan.
Never mind.She’sthe one who’s going to be the death of me.
My hand tightens around the side of her head, drawing her attention back to me a moment before I slam my lips against hers.Fuck. She feels and tastes just as good as she did before.
Ollie moans and I drink down the sound like it’s the finest wine as I deepen the kiss. My cock throbs against the confines of my boxers, smearing pre-cum against the fabric as my tongue slips past her lips to tangle with hers. Ollie’s hands reach up and grab my shoulders as I feel her squirm in Theo’s lap.
My best friend groans. “Fuck, Ollie. You need to stop that before you make me come in my trousers like a teenager.”
I pull back, giving Ollie a chance to catch her breath and chuckling a little at the pained expression on his face. “Didn’t realise you had stamina problems.”
He glowers at me. “You try having a beautiful woman moaning and grinding against your cock.”
While that sounds like a fantastic idea, I have other plans.
“Come here, sweetheart.” I pry her from Theo’s arms and lay her down on her sleeping bag. While I’d love to fuck her, she’s still recovering from her injuries from the fight a few days ago and her nightmare. Moving down to settle between her legs, I curl my fingers into the waistband of her leggings. “I want you to stay where you are while I eat your pretty pussy and make you come. Understand?”
Ollie bites her lip, her emerald eyes smouldering with heat. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” Theo murmurs as he rolls over to lie next to her and kisses her.
I pause to watch and wait for the usual stab of jealousy. Only it never comes as heat stirs in my stomach. Huh. Maybe I’m adjusting faster than I thought.
I return to my task, enjoying Ollie’s moans as Theo devours her lips and carefully strip her leggings and panties from her legs. I can’t see much of her in the low light, but from what I can see, she has the most perfect pussy.
One I can’t wait to dive into.
But I resist and instead take my time kissing my way up her legs, enjoying how soft her skin is against my lips and calloused hands. She smells floral and slightly sweet from the soap she used earlier. Her body quivers beneath my touch, her moans turning into pleading whimpers as I near the apex of her thighs. By the time I reach her hips, she’s writhing beneath me and Theo has pulled up her shirt to expose her tits.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe as I press kisses from one hip bone to the other, paying special attention to the scars scattered across her stomach. The scars that mark her as a survivor.
