Page 71 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

Idea. A fucking good one.

“Go kiss Reece,” he grated out, determined to hold out just that bit longer. “I think she wants that.”

Her eyes flashed open and she stared.

He added, quieter but with passion, “I’d like to see your ass when I come.”

Oh, the flare in her eyes at that.

Was she really a lesbian, through and through, or could he tempt her? Because if she turned, surely that meant something?

And then, she did as he asked. Now he had her glistening swollen slit in front of his nose. Jesus.

His body was screaming at him. He drove into Reece’s ass, retaining a vestige of control, even though he was aching, cramping up nearly. So close…

Reece was making noises of pleasure and clutching Scarlet. Scarlet had her ass backed up to his face. The temptation was too much. He bit inside her thigh, inches from her cleft, and reached up to pinch her nipples then he came sometime in the middle of someone, maybe both girls, climaxing loudly.

He shuddered.

God damn.

What the hell? Had biting her made her come, or was that Reece?

He lowered his head, rested his forehead on Scarlet’s ass as she collapsed a little onto Reece.

Everyone breathed in one big panting, sweaty, messy, heap of bodies. He didn’t care. He was in paradise. Maybe later he could sort out who came when from what.

A minute later came a plaintive, “You’re squishing me,” from Reece.

He and Scarlet laughed but untangled themselves. Scarlet hopped down from the table and switched off the vibe, which had fallen, forgotten, onto the floor at some point. The rattling buzz of the handle on the floor made it sound irritated at their rude treatment.

They cuddled in the shower – all of them fatigued at the passion they’d shared. Reece was so tired her legs wobbled. Finally, showered and clean, the three of them still naked, they snuggled on his bed with the sleepy submissive tucked between them. This bed was too damned small.

“Was that good?” Scarlet murmured next to her ear while he played with the feathery hair at Reece’s nape.

“Mmm. Good,” she answered softly. “But I’m so sore.”

“Really?” He kissed her nape.

“Really, you evil bastard torturer.”

That made him chuckle.

“I think she likes you.” Scarlet snorted.

She shook her head against the pillow. “When he falls asleep I’m putting his underwear in the freezer.”

Soon though, her breathing slowed and deepened into the rhythm of sleep.He leaned over to peek at her face. So cute, and somehow also heartrending, to watch her sleep.

He and Scarlet exchanged smiles then he reached across and lightly stroked down her arm. “Thank you for sharing.”

“You’re welcome.” Even she sounded hazed out.

“And thank you for coming when I bit you.”

That woke her. “I did not!”

“You sure?”

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