Page 124 of A Fool's Game

I lower myself toward Taylor’s face and yelp in surprise when I find his tongue already outstretched, waiting for me. With a laugh and a gasp, I settle myself on his eager mouth, feeling his strong hands gripping my ass securely. “You can watch,” I tell Ainsley.

He grins at me, not one bit disappointed in his assignment.

Or maybe he already knows the prize I have in mind.

He’d be a fool not to see it bouncing a foot away from him as Taylor starts going to town on my pussy.

I’ll never pressure him into it, and Taylor won’t either. But seeing my guys together is the single hottest thing ever, and I’m always craving more.

They’ve grown more and more comfortable together since that night on Faraday. If anything, I’d say Taylor’s addicted to the guy’s cock—capturing it in his hand or mouth anytime Ainsley has it out. But the play has yet to go in the other direction…even as I catch Ainsley admiring Taylor’s erection when we’re all together. I know he’s thinking about it. He just hasn’t been ready.

But I think he’s ready now.

I have to break off watching handsome Ains stroking his cock to squeeze my eyes closed as Taylor hits his stride between my legs. The man knows just how to work me up and down, pleasuring and teasing with his tongue and those magician’s fingers.

I suck in a breath and try to hold it silently, but he knows. Backs off just enough to keep me from going over. I growl in impatience, and he laughs, the vibrations echoing down to my bones.

“Not so fast, witch.”

I smile over at Ainsley, whose eyes are smoldering now as he watches us. “Enjoying the show?” I manage to gasp out as Taylor starts circling my swollen clit with the tip of his tongue.

Ainsley nods, his cock rock hard in his hand. “Think I might join in.”

I nod back, eyes darting down to Taylor’s cock and back up.

Ainsley gives me the tiniest nod.

I let my eyes drop closed, allowing him that much privacy.

It’s no secret when he touches Taylor, because I feel the massive inhale, Taylor’s back arching, pressing his tongue so deep inside me, I cry out and my eyes shoot open.

Ainsley’s pushed Taylor’s legs apart and has his dick gripped in one strong fist. As I watch, he spits in the other and swaps hands.

I moan—and it’s not only because of the clit action.

Ainsley works Taylor with a look of concentration that’s equal parts smoldering and adorable.

I can’t look away.

Taylor’s fingers stretch me open as I ride him. It feels so good as he curls them inside me, sucking my clit entirely into his mouth the way he knows I like.

Just that action alone would be enough to bring me back to the edge, but as I watch, Ainsley lowers his mouth to Taylor’s tip and licks around his head.

Taylor’s grip on my ass tightens as I feel him try to keep still. His tongue falters, stills, but I don’t complain. Ainsley's crouching down further, preparing to take Taylor deeper. I hold my breath and feel Taylor doing the same.

Ainsley slides him in, tentatively at first, tongue still circling as he works him in and out. He looks up and finds me watching, his face breaking into a bashful smile. I smile back encouragingly.

And he goes deeper. His grip on Taylor’s shaft is firm, and I can see where he’s reached down to cup Taylor’s balls gently with the other hand. This may be his first time giving, but he’s certainly practiced enough in how to make this feel good.

I grind myself against Taylor’s face and he comes back to life, sucking my clit with such ferocity that I cry out. His fingers work in time with his tongue and that, combined with the holy grail show going on in front of me, brings me to my edge quickly.

Taylor doesn't back down this time. He pushes me in the way only he knows how, and it’s not long before my breath catches, and my orgasm pours through me hot and bright as the sun. He doesn’t let up until I’m pulling away, my nerves turned sensitive.

I slip off the back, settling against the headboard, and bring Taylor’s head into my lap. His face is wet with me and his eyes are squeezed closed. I wonder briefly if he’s afraid tolook at what’s going on between his own legs. As if it’s a spell he could break with his gaze.

But I don’t think there’s any stopping Ainsley now.

He’s flat on his stomach, legs hanging off the bed, sucking Taylor’s cock like he’s always done it. Like he’s been waiting years to taste him, instead of just these last six months.

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