Page 89 of Crushing Clover

It was hot being right next to him, watching him make Saint’s entire body tense with pleasure.

“Can she try?” Lucky asked, pulling his mouth off Saint John’s cock as things were getting intense.

“Why do you have to fucking interfere?”

“I want to teach her what to do.”

“We’re pressed for time, here.”

“Okay, but can she?”

“Fine. As a favor to you, but you’re the one finishing me off.”

“Yes, Saint.”

I couldn’t stand the man, and definitely didn’t want to suck his dick, but there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do for Lucky.

“Come here,” he said affectionately, taking my arm. “Come on. He won’t bite.”

“I beg to differ,” I said, still feeling his toothmarks in my shoulder.

“You know better than that,” Saint said simultaneously.

“I mean right now,” Lucky said, grinning.

Saint grumbled something else, but Lucky settled me between his knees before getting in close behind me. My knees were still sore from the rice, and my ass wasn’t any better, but I could ignore those discomforts.

I was feeling even more embarrassed about doing this than I had the first time I’d ever given a blowjob. Noah had been so happy to have his cock in my mouth that any kind of finesse I’d lacked had been irrelevant. Saint, on the other hand, not only knew what he liked, but also knew what he didn’t like—namely me.

I took the tip of his cock into my mouth and moved downward to get him deeper.

“No, no,” Lucky critiqued. “Don’t just push your mouth down. This isn’t a hotdog eating contest. Suck him down—every inch. Suck as you go down, and suck as you come back up.”

Confused, I tried it, not sure if I was doing it right. Saint grunted in discomfort. Had I sucked too hard?

“That’s right, good girl,” Lucky whispered in my ear. “Now you’ve got him.”

Great. Now this was humiliating and hot.

I’d always thought of oral as a favor a person did for their partner because they cared about their pleasure, but with Lucky murmuring in my ear and Saint’s fingers digging into the couch, I was enjoying myself.

Someone had moved his hand to my hair, and I assumed it was Lucky, but there was also a chance it was Saint. All of us were breathing hard. Saint was trying to stay still—trying not to show he was turned on. He actually fucking trembled. I was anticipating his loss of control, rather than dreading the moment he would fill my mouth. It felt like winning. He didn’twant to lose control with me, and knowing I could make him do it filled me with anticipatory glee.

“That’s right, Clove. He’s helpless, and he hates it. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger.” He sounded almost as turned on as Saint, and his hard cock was pressed against my back.

“Lucky, I’m going to fucking kill you,” Saint rasped, twisting helplessly beneath me.

“Don’t stop, baby girl. Make him groan so loud even the dishwashers hear him.”

I couldn’t resist an evil chuckle and gave him no mercy with my mouth. I tried a trick with my tongue, and he froze.

“Evil bitch,” he choked out as his hips shot up toward my face. He grabbed the back of my head and jammed his cock deep into my throat, letting loose an unholy growl of pleasure that made my pussy flutter even as I became desperate to breathe. He pumped cum into the back of my throat as I felt like I was turning blue.

After what seemed like forever, he let go of his death grip on my head and collapsed back against the couch.

He groaned and rubbed his face with both hands.

I had fallen backward against Lucky, gasping for breath. Saint rose in the space I’d left, towering over me. He glared down. “Don’t think this changes anything.”

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