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“Something to remember me by.” He kissed down my stomach to my thighs, running his tongue along the tingling flesh then parting my knees widely he ran his tongue over the apex. “Mmm.” The vibrations had me throwing my head back.

He flipped us both, pulling me up and onto my knees, dragging my hips backwards and resuming his exploration with his tongue. Swirling it around the throbbing nerves of my clit he lapped at my entrance and dragged his tongue up and over my ass, taking a moment to tease where I’d never been touched.

The need to argue surged and I twitched scrabbling to pull away.

A low sound of his disapproval met my struggles and he increased his efforts, tongue pushing inside, making me freeze. Only when my struggles calmed did he slow, gently circling and teasing me until the discomfort morphed into pleasure.

“Oh my God,” I panted. “Holy fuck.”

He grumbled his agreement, not halting his efforts until I was a writhing, begging mess.

I needed him inside me, touching me, everywhere at once.

I reached for him and he slowed, his mouth leaving me quaking. I could feel his eyes on my body, bent over and bared to him, the arousal I could feel wetting my thighs. Too overcome with lust to be embarrassed I widened my legs, inviting him.

“Please, Alex,” I begged.

He hadn’t moved. Why wasn’t he moving?

“Alex?” I rolled my hips. “Please?”

He groaned.

“Please.” My voice was clear now. “Alex. Please.”

His hand came down on my ass with a crack and I didn’t cry out in pain, it was pleasure. Loud and unashamed.

“I want to hear how much you need this, Firecracker. I want your cries as a memory of you.” I felt his hands caress over my ass to take hold of my hips, one reaching round to toy with my needy clit.

“Yes, please, I want it,” I begged him loudly.

“Scream for me now, Izzy.”

He dragged me onto his cock, spearing me deeper than he had before, fingers massaging my clit and the pressure mixed with the surge of arousal exploding and coursing through my veins felt like lightning.

I had no choice, no control, only the immediate burn of a crashing orgasm.

I screamed for him.

CHAPTER THIRTY

SEBASTIAN

They’d fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning. That fucker had left the door wide open and I had to lie here listening to them.

Don’t get me wrong, Ben had worn me out something wonderful, only I was woken from a delicious post-orgasm daze by the sounds of racing feet.

I hadn’t needed to listen out for long; Killer’s panting moans came shortly after and before long he had her screaming.

I left Ben in bed, his headphones still firmly in place – the naughty boy obviously knew what was in store for Alex and Killer’s evening together, securing them over his ears and falling quickly into a deep sleep.

I lay awake both thrilled at how relaxed Ben was and green with envy at the party we were excluded from.

I wanted to see Killer’s face while she cried out for him.

I tried to imagine it as I padded to his room and watched their sleeping faces. Her lying on her back, one arm raised over her face, bashful in her sleep in a way I was sure Alex hadn’t allowed her to be when she was screaming his name.

Was this how he felt over the last few weeks? I didn’t like it. Not one bit.