Page 79 of Only Fangs

Slowly I tilt my hand, feeling her slick against my palm and I press two fingers into her. Gently, gently, gently. There’s that low moan again, a sound I would be happy to spend eternity trying to eek from her perfect lips.

She bucks against my hand, my thumb on her clit and my fingers slightly hooked inside her.

“Jesus Christ,” she whispers as she increases her pace a little. One of her hands creeps to her breast and she slips her fingers into the low-cut neck line of her dress. I use the arm around her waist to pull her down to me as she releases her nipple from its confines.

My tongue plays a lazy circle across her skin, before I pull it into my mouth. The first gentle suck causes a ripple through her and so I increase the pressure, teeth just grazing the tip. Once more she increases the pace against my hand and I suck harder, harder, harder, her body pressing into me.

When she comes for me I feel the vibration through her entire body.

“Damn,” she says as she relaxes once more, my fingers wet inside her.

Gently she climbs from my lap, her nipple still exposed, standing proud in the low light of the room. And then she’s on her knees, the concentration apparent on her face as she unbuckles my belt and unzips my fly.

“I take it you’re pleased to see me,” she says with a wicked grin as she frees me from my underwear. The way she licks her lips makes me even harder.

She’s gentle at first, her eyes meeting mine to gauge my reaction. Her mouth feels exquisite. Her teeth graze my shaft and once more the fear and arousal combine to make me feel almost lightheaded.

Her finger nails grip my thighs, squeezing tightly as I feel myself building.

But then there’s a knock at the door. A loud rap of urgency.

“Ari? Brody? You in there?” It’s Clara.

Ari sits back for a moment. “Just a sec,” she calls loudly to her friend before returning immediately to the job at hand.

“It can’t wait,” Clara replies.

Ari looks up at me and rolls her eyes, her tongue playing a lazy circle around the tip of my cock. She stops for a moment. “Two minutes,” she calls back.

“One, if we’re generous,” I say breathlessly. I’m about to explode.

Ari laughs and then takes the whole of me into her mouth.

“Fuck” I whisper, squeezing my eyes closed.

Ten seconds later there’s a creaking sound as the corner of the fireplace begins to move. Ari jumps back and I desperately try to hide my throbbing erection as Clara pokes her head into the room. “Secret door,” she says with pride.

But then she sees the two of us. Ari desperately pulling down her dress and smoothing her hair. Me trying to zip my flies without castrating myself in the process.

“Oh my god. You two were shagging.” A filthy laugh erupts from her lips.

“We weren’t shagging,” Ari tells her, the inference in her voice crystal clear. We weren’t shagging but we would have been if you hadn’t interrupted us.

“Sorry,” Clara raises her hands. “Don’t shoot the messenger. Daddy is about to announce the pledges and also makes some bullshit speech he’s been banging on about all evening. He’s demanded your presence in the main hall.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Ari whispers under her breath. “Do you have a hairbrush on you?” she asks Clara.

“Yep,” Clara replies and pulls one out of her small handbag. “Lucky I do, you look like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards, you little hussy.” It’s said with absolute delight, as if Clara has been waiting for her friend to get some action for a long time.

They faff around with Ari’s hair and dress and touch up her makeup for just long enough that I can at least stand up straight.

“Right then,” Clara says. “Let’s go and find out just how much money you guys are going to have for your brilliant app. I hear it’s been the hit of the evening.” She winks at me. But then she scowls. “You need to fix your hair too, Daddy can’t know you two were getting it on.”

I do what I’m told. But why would Andrei care about mine and Ari’s sex-life?

Chapter 41

Ari