Page 160 of Burn Like An Angel

In their own ways, both Xander and Raine are observing me now. Neither moving nor speaking. Ducking my head, I pull Lennox into my mouth, swirling my tongue over his smooth head.

Muscles tense beneath my other hand. I draw his cock in deep, bobbing up and down on his length to coax him awake. Lennox stirs with a groan, his hand moving to rest atop my head.

“Wha…? Rip?”

Hearing his voice, I suck hard, taking him to the back of my throat. Lennox’s fingers tighten in my hair. Easing back, I tease his shaft with my tongue and move my eyes up to his.

Yep. He’s awake.

Wild-eyed with surprise, Lennox stares down at my mouth latched around his dick. Raine hasn’t moved, though his unfocused, golden eyes are now open, and he’s breathing a little harder.

“Raine,” Lennox says gutturally. “Get off me so I can fuck our girl’s face right now.”

Raine pulls himself upright. “Be my guest.”

I watch his hand move to cup the straining bulge between his legs as Lennox repositions himself, his grip still firm on my hair.

“Whose idea was it to wake me up like this?”

I blink up at him innocently.

“I have a few guesses.” Lennox looks at the two others. “Do we all want to do this?”

When there’s no complaints, he ruts up into me, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. His thickness skates against my tongue, nudging my throat until I make a faint choking sound.

“Shall I show them how rough we like to play?” Lennox strokes my head.

God, I have no idea how either man will react. Xander loves to mix pleasure and pain. Raine’s game for just about anything, but Lennox smashes past my limits like it’s a personal vendetta.

I let him set the pace, using my mouth as if I’m little more than an inanimate doll. It’s freeing to let Lennox take control and be rough, even with his friends in the room.

When he yanks on my hair to lift me off his cock, I gulp down air, feeling thick strands of saliva pull from my mouth. Lennox glances to the side before refocusing on me.

“Raine,” he grumbles. “Get down there, and tell me how wet our girl is for us.”

Raine pulls himself off the sofa to land on the floor next to me. He uses his hand to feel for my position, identifying where I’m placed on the carpet before I sense him settle behind me.

He lifts Xander’s loose shirt to locate my panties, gliding the elastic over my hips but leaving it around my knees. Air kisses my bare backside and pussy, now exposed to the room.

I’m bent over to reach Lennox’s cock, leaving me wide open. Violin-roughened fingertips dance across my hips, back and ass cheeks in a taunting rhythm. When he slides them over my wet folds, I can’t hold back a moan.

Lennox’s nostrils flare. “Quiet, Rip.”

He silences me by shoving his cock deeper into my mouth, cutting off any further noises. I swallow down his length, still focused on the feel of Raine torturously circling my entrance with two fingers.

“Our dirty girl is fucking soaked,” he announces, running his thumb over my aching clit. “She likes being watched. Don’t you, Ripley?”

I’m unable to defend myself with Lennox rocking into my mouth, filling it at a steady cadence. Each nudge against my throat makes the backs of my eyes burn.

“Taste her,” Lennox demands.

A wet tongue slides over me, clit to pussy, making me spasm. Raine sucks my bundle of nerves into his mouth, applying just enough pressure to make my spine curve.

“Focus, Ripley.” The knot of desire in my core tightens at Lennox’s commanding tone. “You have a job to do.”

Tightening my lips around him, I move in time to each of his upward thrusts. Saliva runs down my chin, causing wet, sliding sounds to spill from where we’re connected.

Hearing his throat clear from across the room, my eyes dart to Xander. He’s still watching, now sitting up on the sofa, one leg braced on the other. Yet he doesn’t touch himself. All his attention is on me.

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