And loving the view of her like this—tits bouncing above me, head thrown back, those blond waves starting to come loose from the more elaborate curls the salon set her hair into.
“Fuck, yes,” I say into her, hoping the meaning will travel through her body and make it to her brain. She brings her other hand up to the headboard, crying out, hips rolling with a fervor against me.
I hold onto her, squeezing, not letting her lift up from me for a second.
If only I had some of our toys with me, I’d slide a dildo into her, turn on the vibration, and watch her completely lose her mind. Imagining it makes my cock even harder.
And then, without warning, I imagine Cole standing near my head, his cock in her perfect little mouth. Her moans of pleasure muffled by him, the roll of her hips, her scream of pleasure trapped in her body.
“Fuck,” I moan against her clit, right as she starts to come apart above me.
“Nico, Nico—” she gasps desperately, one of her hands flying down to my hair, fingers tangling in it. Dane may have had his own taste of firsts, but I’m getting this—the first man to sit under her like this, worship her in this particular way.
The tug of her hand in my hair is good, too good, and the sound of my name on her lips, coupled with the weird—but hot as hell—images my mind has been conjuring up, causes something that’s never really happened to me before.
Lucy comes, crying out, riding me hard, the sounds of her pleasure bordering on sobs. And my hips thrust, stomach tightening, boxers too tight, my own orgasm crashing over me.
She breathes hard above me, letting out noises like a sprinter having just finished a race, her body going pliant. And I lay under her, skin buzzing, head filled with the realization thatLucy just made me come without even getting my cock out from my pants.
Slowly, she dismounts from me, her breathing still rapid. My eyes shift lazily to her breasts, and it doesn’t help matters when she brings her hands up, holding them like she’s hiding her nipples from me.
“Nico,” she says, swallowing, her eyes wide and unfocused, hair a mess around her face. She kneels at my side, heels against her ass. “I want to—to?—”
My head is still fuzzy from the orgasm, but staring at her breasts, pressed up against her chest like that, I’m already starting to get hard again.
“What do you want, baby?” I murmur. My hand wanders down to my cock, and I avoid the sticky mess, stroking over the fabric once, feeling my length harden further under my touch.
This woman. Fuck.
“I want to suck your cock.” Lucy says it so forcefully that the words hit me like physical objects. Her gaze travels down in that direction, and she swallows before looking back at me.
Letting out a laughing groan, I lift my hips from the bed and pull off my boxers. My hand returns to my cock, stroking slowly to build the pleasure, and I let my eyes wander back to her.
“Come here, then.” I tip my head up, asking for a kiss, needing a little more time to get ready. Lucy comes closer but pauses with her mouth an inch from mine. I pull back, trying to read her face. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Won’t it—” she pauses, her gaze flitting down to my lips, my mouth. “I mean, you were just?—”
“Oh, I see,” She’s worried about tasting herself on my tongue. So many firsts… Fuck. “It’s all a part of it. Half of sex is narcissism, after all.”
She swallows, then nods, and when she brings her mouth to mine, a moan escapes from the back of her throat. I pull her tostraddle me again, and can’t resist slipping a hand under her, finding her still wet and warm from my mouth. I drag a finger through her, then slide it into her pussy. With each move I make, she falters in kissing me, her little breaths an active record of each thing that makes her feel good.
“Fuckinghell,” I hiss at how tight she is, her walls closing in, fluttering around my fingers the moment they’re in her.
“Nico,” she gasps, eyes fluttering shut, head falling forward. “If you keep doing that?—”
As much as I want her to suck my cock, I want this more. I pump my fingers into her, and this time, I don’t stop the images from flooding my mind.
All three of us, doing what we can to make her feel good. We could send her soaring and then completely wreck her. It feels off-limits, wrong in a certain kind of way that I can’t articulate.
But I’m not really known for having a problem with off-limits.
Lucy comes again, and I think that will be it for her, that she’ll curl into my side and fall asleep. Instead, she brings her lips to mine once more, kissing me deeply before trailing more kisses down my chest.
She moves down to my stomach, then perches between my legs, uncertainly wrapping her hand around the base of my cock and looking up at me.
I prop up on my pillow with my hands behind my head. “You can?—”
But before I can start instructing her at all, Lucy is pumping with her hand, slow and steady. Maybe she was watching me, or maybe this is a lesson she and Dane already had. But all words leave my head.
