Page 266 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

He pulls her into his mouth with a hum, flickin’ in slow pulses, and Riley hisses through her teeth, bitin’ back a moan. Until he slides two fingers inside her, hookin’ the bend and makin’ her hips jolt.

“F-fuck, Andrew. Fuck, fuck.” She tries not to grind down but fails.

Jules watches, her hand sinkin’ between her legs, but Andrew grabs her wrist and moves it aside. “Nah, sweetheart. Don’t touch. That pussy’s mine right now.” Then he guides her hand to her own tit. “You wanna touch somethin’? Touch this.”

He presses his elbows against the inside of Riley’s thighs to keep them locked open. Then he’s sliding his hands up between Jules’s thighs and pulls her lips back, keeping her stretched wide and exposed and waiting as his mouth latches onto the other.

Riley’s spinnin’ outta control, turnin’ her face into the cushion to muffle her scream as her orgasm hits hard, back tryin’ to arch up off the couch, whole body going stiff as it pulses through her.

“Comin’ so fuckin’ quick…” he says with his lips against her throbbing cunt. She’s jerkin’, thighs tryin’ to clamp together from the intensity, so he slows all the way down. “Uh-uh, don’t run from it. You asked for this.”

He stays with her through it, licks as it fades.

“One down,” he says, but he’s thinkin’—one more to go and I’m done.

Riley’s still tremblin’ under her, eyes heavy.

Andrew grabs both her hands and hooks her arms under Jules’ thighs. “Be a good friend and hold her open for me.”

Riley obeys, usin’ both arms to pull Jules’ thighs back, anglin’ her hips and spreadin’ her open.

“Wha—wha—” But Jules doesn’t get the word out. Andrew’s sliding his tongue between her folds. One deep stroke up the slit, then up and over her clit. “Yes, yes, yes—fuck, Jesus,” Jules moans. “This isn’t fair—he’s not even trying—oh my fuck.” He feels her eyes on him, but he refuses to look up at her. “You’re literally not even tryin’—fuckin’ shit, look at this guy⁠—”

Yeah, look at this guy. Some kind of hero.

Andrew just wants it to be over.

The taste, the smell, their moans, it’s too much and takin’ over everything, trespassing his senses. He can’t slip out of his body for it, he’s stuck right here with ‘em, chained up between four thighs. All he can do is give ‘em the best experience and hope it doesn’t bite him in the ass later.

“F-fuck, Harding—holy shit—” Jules gasps, legs quakin’ in Riley’s hold. His spit slides down one pussy and drips to the next. He thumbs Riley’s clit again, soakin’ her with it.

One of them moans. Maybe both.

He doesn’t know who’s who anymore.

Doesn’t know how long he’s been down.

He glides two fingers inside Jules, strokin’ deep. “Goddamn… you’re soaked. Never warned me you’d be floodin’ the couch.” Jules cries out as he buries his fingers to the knuckle. “Yeah? You squirt for me?”

He curls tight inside her, hitting that spot. “Wanna come in my mouth?… Go ahead. Do it.”

And his lips wrap her clit, tongue working in tight, dirty pulses, three fingers movin’ faster, harder, each curl punching into that sweet spot.

“Oh my God. Oh my God—fuck⁠—”

Wet sounds. Heavy breathing.

Skin slapping against his wrist.

Then she breaks, mouth hung open in a cry, her spine steelin’, her thighs locked up. Liquid hits his hand, splashin’ his wrist. She comes hard, soakin’ his fingers, his mouth, her friend’s pussy, the couch.

Riley has Jules’s legs locked open wide through it.

She’s laughin’ hard—half-shocked, half-jealous.

“Wait—wait—oh God what the fuck—” Jules’s legs shake, hands scramble for something to grip, when she laughs mid-groan as another wave hits her. Andrew grinds his fingers deeper. “Harding—I—I didn’t know I could⁠—”

Riley’s dying laughin’.