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When Athena squeezes Ophelia’s pussy through her pants, drawing a guttural moan from her, I can’t fight the grunt that bursts out of me.

Thankfully, neither of them turns my way, but Athena does break the kiss. When her wild eyes find me, she gives me a lazy smile, her lips all swollen. “We’re moving into the bedroom.”

Ophelia’s forehead drops onto Athena’s shoulder, her body heaving. “Thank God.” She giggles. “I’m going to die if you don’t touch me, Athena.”

Ophelia’s vulnerability, the way she’s telling Athena what she needs almost drives me over the edge, but somehow, I pull back. It’s not time for me to come yet.

CHAPTER 56

Athena

“Nice undies.” Ophelia jerks her chin at Scottie in his uber-Midwestern corn-on-the-cob undercrackers.

He winks in our direction, turning a slow circle to give us a little booty shake. It’s hard not to laugh when your boyfriend’s rigid cock is sticking out the pee-hole in his undies, and he shakes his ass at me and the woman I’m about to make come.

Ophelia and I both get naked and settled on my bed while Scottie takes up residence in the chair in the corner of my room. He’s too far away, so I gesture for him to move closer.

Kissing Ophelia is like eating cotton candy, she’s sweet, and pliable, ready to be consumed, and every part of me wants to eat her.

Her tits are massive, more than one hand can handle, and when I squeeze one of them, she inhales sharply through her nose. I tickle her nipple with the tip of my tongue as I settle on my knees between her thighs.

My hands roam all over her body, her plush stomach, her soft curves, everything about her is silky. Her body bows when I skim my fingertips down the outside of her thigh, hooking my hand in the hollow of her knee, bringing it up to my hip.

She looks up at me with glassy eyes, pouty lips, and when I nudge my knee into her crotch she moans. “More, please, more.” She reaches for me, pulling me down to her, to kiss her, her mouth, her skin, her tits. Her back arches, lifting her skin to my mouth, and I can’t stop my tongue and lips from exploring.

She’s divine, glorious to behold in the bright light of my bedroom, and from the panting a few feet away, Scottie’s enjoying watching me with her. Who knew my man was a voyeur?

I bet he’d love to touch me, and my core being on fire, I ache for him to touch me, too. But not yet. I need to make this beautiful woman come for me.

I slide my hand down her torso, walk my fingers down toward her clit, and when I spread her lips, dip my fingers into her pool of arousal, we both heave out a sigh. The faster my fingers work around her clit, the more her hips buck off the bed, the more her breathing quickens, and her skin gets pink.

She’s so slick, so wet, so fucking needy, and she’s on the verge of exploding on my fingers. On a scream, she detonates in seconds, soaking the bed with a gush of liquid.

Huh. This girl’s a squirter. A gusher. A little like myself.

I nip and suck my way down her chest, her body still twitching and jerking with aftershocks from her orgasm, but I haven’t had my fill. I want to taste her salty cunt. I want to have her on my tongue when I kiss Scott. I want him to know what she tastes like, too.

Fuck. The temptation to put her thigh between mine and dry hump myself to orgasm is fierce, but I carry on to my destination. I shift her a couple feet to the left so when she comes again, she’ll make another mess. I need her to spark off like that all over again. I want to make her spray even harder.

She claws at me. “N-n-no. You don’t ha-ha-have to. I already. I just?—”

Her objections fall away when I wrap my lips around her pretty, little swollen clit and suck.

“F-f-fuck.”

Scott grunts behind me, it’s the sound that tells me he’s given in and finally come. A deep sense of satisfaction spreads through my body on a wave of heat.

Settling in between Ophelia’s thighs, I pop my ass up into the air. Am I teasing him? Sí. Do I want him to finger me while I eat her out? Also, yes. Would I object to him sticking his dick in me right now? No. I wouldn’t, but I know that’s a physical need, would it help my emotional wellbeing? Am I ready to have him inside me? Do I want to share that experience with Ophelia?

Shit. I might be okay with it.

Before I slip my fingers inside her tight cunt and lap at her clit, I pause. “Scottie?”

“Yeah, Bright Eyes? Are you okay?” He’s up and off the chair as fast as you can say Athena.

“I’m fine. I’m… aching. Can you… Can you touch me while I eat her out, please? Don’t let me come. Save that for her. But please, I can’t… It’s too much, I need you.”

I turn to go back to my deliciously salty-sweet feast but pause again. I look at his dick, it’s already half hard again, and the temptation to curl my hand around his cock and slide my palm up his sensitive length is overwhelming.

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