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“I’ve never done this before,” I admitted.

“You can’t do it wrong,” Chelsea said. She sat on the floor beside me and undid my jeans to free my own erection. Her eyes on me, she leaned down to take me into her mouth.

Fuck, her mouth always felt like pure heaven. Would mine feel like that to Storm? That thought almost made me come down her throat, then and there. I blinked a couple of times, trying to clear my head and slow the flow of blood enough to regain control. Knowing I was a killer was one thing. I’d never recover from being a one-pump chump.

Priorities.

Copying Chelsea, I licked the head of Storm’s cock, tasting his pre-cum and savouring the guttural groan that slipped from between his lips. Encouraged, I teased him with the tip of my tongue before placing my lips as far down his length as they could reach. So far, he tapped the back of my throat.

At the same time, I kept trying not to come too fast from the treatment Chelsea was giving me. That was getting harder and harder. Literally. She was leaning down low, her back arched like a cat, blue eyes on both of us.

“Panther,” Storm whispered.

I looked from him to her, to see her eyes smiling. It must be something between them. I’d try to remember later so I could ask them about it. It seemed appropriate though. With her dark hair and flexible body, she could have been a big cat. A beautiful one, too elegant to be caged.

When she cupped my balls and started to massage them, I did the same to Storm. I decided she was right; I couldn’t do this wrong. Storm looked like his eyes were going to roll back in his head with bliss. As for me, I loved the way he felt and tasted, smooth and hard at the same time. Velvet skin over rigid steel.

I struggled to hold on, but I couldn’t stop myself from coming, frantically fucking Chelsea’s mouth, my cum painting the back of her throat before she swallowed.

She slid off me as Storm pulled me off his cock with a pop. He grabbed both of our hands and pulled us to the bedroom. Somehow we made it to the bed, Chelsea’s mouth on Storm’s cock while I dove down between her legs.

She tasted as good as he did. Maybe better. Or— No, I wouldn’t make a comparison. They both tasted amazing. Perfect.

She was so slick, my tongue slid against the entrance to her pussy and over her swollen clit. She was always so ready, so willing. Even when I drugged and fucked her, she was wet. I’ve never met a woman who liked sex as much as she did. As much as I did. She couldn’t get enough and neither could we.

I pushed my tongue inside her as deep as it could go. Fucked her with it a couple of times and savoured her moans of appreciation. They matched Storm’s as she sucked on his cock, gagging every few thrusts.

My tongue still on her clit, I pushed my fingers inside her wet heat, stroking her insides and feeling her tense more and more around me. Closer and closer to coming.

I watched her carefully, seeing her reaction when I found her sweet spot deep inside her. Right there. I stroked it with my fingertips, revelling in the way she quivered at my touch. She was so beautifully responsive, but never more so right than now. With me touching her exactly where she needed and deserved to be touched.

She slid her mouth off Storm’s cock as she came, hard and fast, drenching my fingers with her release. She was still panting when she closed her lips back over him and sucked once, twice, before he came buried inside her mouth.

He grunted and ground against her, groaning long and slow before he finally sagged down on the mattress with him, his damp cock dangling between his thighs.

I won’t lie, part of me wished he’d come in my mouth, but letting me suck him at all was a huge step forward. For both of us. There was plenty of time for the next step.

I hoped.

Chapter Fourteen

Chelsea

“It soundslike they took that better than I thought they would,” Sadie said, her eyes wide. “Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised. They seem full of pent up violence.”

“All the best people are.” I gripped her ankle and touched up the nail polish on her big toe before moving onto the next one. She was so ticklish, she’d pull away from me if I let her. “I like this shade of red.”

“It’s pink,” she said.

I squinted at her nail. “No, it’s definitely red.” It was a bright shade, just lighter than the colour of fresh blood.

She laughed and picked up the bottle. “It’s definitely pink, look at the colour name.”

I glanced over and read out loud. “Infinite purple. Who comes up with these names? It’s definitely not purple.”

“Yeah, but it’s also not red.” She cut me a sly smile.

“I think what you meant to say was it’s not pink.” I dipped the brush into the bottle and swiped it a couple of times before starting on her third toenail.

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