Page 179 of Just Wait

“Ahh, yes,” Tennyson says, laughing. “I’ve been wondering how long it would take for Mal to show off his bare ass.”

Malcolm lowers me onto the couch, keeping his mouth sealed to mine, but he pulls his hand off my ass to flip off Ten.

His knee lands right below my pussy, but he plants the other on the side near the cushions.

Wow.

Come to think of it, I don’t believe I’ve had sex with any of them in an actual bed. I mean, I’ve fooled around with Mal and Riser in one, but they’re really into hooking up in random places.

Okay.

The shower with Riser was probably on me.

I’m acutely aware that Parish, Wren, and Tennyson are all three feet away.

Mal teases the backs of his fingers up my thigh, and that helps to distract me, as does the way he devours my mouth. He’s sweaty from the show, and his electric scent makes me floaty.

I have no idea why or how smelling him affects me so deeply, but I’m not complaining.

Mal’s fingers tease over the front of my panties, and he yanks them aside, brushing down my labia.

I moan against his lips, and he breaks from the kiss.

“You guys should probably get the fuck out unless you’re planning to watch.” He doesn’t wait for a response, simply shoves his tongue into my mouth once more.

“Oh yeah, sure. No problem,” Tennyson says, laughing. “We’ll just head to the meet and greet and pretend like it’s not strange you’re missing.”

“Come on,” Parish says. “Let me help you up, Wren.”

There’s noise that indicates they get up to leave, including the door opening and closing, but I’m too consumed with kissing Mal to check.

He pulls his hand from my panties, bringing it to his mouth. He licks his thumb and gets back to work, teasing my clit.

It’s hard to keep up as he switches between frantic kisses and a slow swirling of his tongue around mine.

It doesn’t take long until my clit aches and my nipples tighten.

“Damn, baby doll. You smell so sweet,” Malcolm murmurs against my lips. “I want inside you with a vengeance, but I also don’t want to rush things. My dick, however, is busy trying to bust a hole through my jeans.”

He pecks a kiss on my lips and pulls back.

I miss his warmth against my chest, but I’m more bereft at the loss of his hand on my pussy as my panties snap back into place.

“I love it when you eye-fuck me like that. Don’t worry about objectifying me, I like it,” he says, grinning shamelessly.

If I was doing that, I had no idea.

He slides his tattooed hand down his stomach and cups his cock. My core clenches, feeling empty and needy.

He really shouldn’t play with me right now. I’m convinced that I could pin him to the cushions if it came down to it.

He smirks as he unbuttons and unzips his pants. His playful look disappears, and he seems much more serious as he leans close. He slides his hands up my thighs until his fingers brush my panties. He hooks them under the material, yanking the garment down.

He holds himself up with the knee near the cushion and waits for me to kick out of my underwear.

It’s kinda ridiculous how agile he is, but I also love it. It tells me we’ll be able to get up to some pretty crazy positions as things progress between us.

Once my underwear is out of the way, he climbs down the couch, loops his arms under my thighs, and buries his face in my pussy. He nips at my hood before sucking each of my lower lips into his mouth one by one.