Page 50 of Princes of Hollywood

I bite my lip. I was just going to help myself get there, anyway. If I had a toy, I’d use that. This wouldn’t be much different than using a toy. The orgasm he gave me yesterday was amazing, but maybe it was a fluke. Maybe with Chad standing outside the door throwing a tantrum made it hotter.

Roarke kisses the throbbing pulse in my neck, and heat curls inside me. But if it wasn’t a fluke…

“Say I can make you come, poppet.” His hand strokes between my legs over the swimsuit, pressing against my entrance.

I groan at the flood of need inside me. “Okay.”

He grins and lifts me down off the counter. Before I can move around him to go to the bed, he slides my bottoms off and lifts me back to sit on the counter beside the sink.

“Later we’ll do this on a bed.” He presses me back to lean against the mirror and lifts my feet to the counter, spreading me wide, putting me on display. Fuck, I’m so wet already and he’s barely touched me. His gaze drops to my pussy. “Fuck, poppet. You have the prettiest pussy.”

Heat floods my face. I don’t think anyone’s ever told me that before.

He drops to kneel between my legs and pushes my knees out to the sides even more. His mouth descends on me, licking straight up my slit. A little cry leaves my lips at how good that feels.

He smiles against my pussy before using his tongue to toy with my clit. All my protests dissolve with each swipe of his tongue. A couple of guys have gone down on me, but they were nothing like Roarke. He takes his time, exploring every inch, paying extra attention when my breath hitches or I make a noise.

“You taste so fucking good.” His mouth closes over my clit, sucking, as he thrusts two fingers deep inside me.

“Ah, fuck!” Pleasure bursts through me. My eyes open and movement makes me realize the bathroom door is still open.

Wyatt leans against the door frame, hands in his shorts pockets. His heated gaze takes in everything. Every inch of me lights on fire as if his gaze is a physical caress. “You really should remember to lock that door, kitten.”

My temperature ratchets up a thousand degrees. I’m riding the edge already, but with Wyatt’s heated gaze on me, the fire is ready to consume me.

“Or don’t.” Roarke winks at me before he goes back to licking and sucking and making me squirm. His thick fingers thrust in and out slowly, pushing me higher and higher.

“Unbutton your top, kitten.” Wyatt’s hazel eyes don’t leave mine.

I do as he asks, slowly opening my bikini top while panting at what Roarke is doing between my legs. It doesn’t part, but my breasts are even more on display.

“Fuck, you’re a good girl, aren’t you, kitten?” Wyatt licks his lips as Roarke curls his fingers inside me. I shatter into a million pieces, biting my lip on a moan.

My eyes lock with Wyatt’s as I ride the wave of my orgasm. I expect Roarke to stop. Instead, Roarke keeps licking and sucking and thrusting his fingers in and out until I cry out as another release crests on top of that one, dragging me into shaking ecstasy.

My legs tremble as he eases me down. My breasts are smooshed together in the top. I drop my gaze to Roarke. He leans back, sliding his fingers slowly in and out of me as my pussy flutters around them. Wyatt’s gaze follows Roarke’s fingers. Aftershocks pulse with every thrust.

Uh, does this count as a threesome or just voyeurism? Some part of me thinks I should be mortified by this, but instead, my insides are combusting. I don’t think I know what I’m doing anymore. But I know I want more.

“You know, it could just be me,” Roarke says, drawing his fingers out of me and licking my slick off his fingers. I whimper at the empty feeling. “After all, I’m famous, and that alone gets some women off. The thrill of me.”

“What?” My brain isn’t fully functioning yet. I don’t think I’ve ever come twice in a row like that. Not even by myself.

“She’s only orgasmed with you?” Wyatt runs his fingers over his lips, and I remember how soft and firm they were against mine. Sparks ignite in my blood.

“We should put it to a test. Maybe she can only come with me.” Grinning, Roarke grabs a towel to wipe his mouth. “Maybe you’re all mine, poppet.”

A shiver of awareness rips through me. I need to be wanted. To have him claim me, fuck, it’s like the sweetest drug. I want more. I want to be his.

Wyatt steps into the bathroom. His hand sweeps beneath my neck. “What do you think, kitten? Want to test the theory? Do you want me to make you come?”

I swallow and look in Roarke’s eager eyes. His hand strokes over his erection straining in his pants. He wants this almost as much as I do.

“Yes.” My voice is breathless as Wyatt’s hazel eyes darken. He looms over me, so tall.

When he smiles and lowers his face toward mine, my breath catches. He takes my mouth, sliding his tongue against mine, heating my blood to boiling. His hand lifts my breast out of the swimsuit. His thumb sweeps over my tightened tip. Once, twice, three times. I gasp as he trails kisses down my neck, leaving a line of fire in his wake.

His kisses keep moving down over the swell of my breast until his mouth closes over my nipple and sucks on it. At the same time, his fingers thrust into my pussy, deep and stretching. I moan at the overwhelming rush.

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