Page 13 of Clandestine

“Fuck, little sister, so wet for me already?” He gazes up at me, and then back at my exposed center. The hated nickname causes a nasty effect on my arousal. I hate it at every given moment, except now, apparently. I can’t deny that I’m wet, even if I wanted to. I can feel the cool air from the AC unit over my bare pussy. Soft feminine hands slide into my shirt, lifting the hem enough to expose my lower stomach.

I look up past Colby, ensuring there are no signs of Jax or the waitress, and when I don’t see either of them, I meet Colby’s gaze again and nod.

“Tell me, brat. Use your words. Are you wet for your stepbrother?” he whispers to me, bringing his mouth a mere inch or two from my pussy, so close that I can feel his warm breath on each syllable.

A mewl escapes my throat. God, how needy must I look, nearly crying out on a diner table, with him between my legs while his bandmate clings to me, playing with my nipplesthrough my thin bralette while I prepare to beg him to make the ache go away.

“Y-yes,” I whimper. “I’m wet for my…my stepbrother.”

Colby grunts in approval, and I can see his hand reach down to adjust himself before returning to the inside of my thighs, pushing my legs so far open that a burn starts in my hip muscles.

“This should cure my sweet tooth.” Before I can even register his words, his tongue ghosts over my labia. Barely licking the seam of my pussy for what feels like ages, making me writhe below him. My hands grip the edges of the table while I furiously stare down at the sight, watching as he holds his composure. As I buck my hips into his face, I’m rewarded with his tongue sliding between my folds. I cry out instantly.

Syd pulls my bralette down under my boobs, grasping them and kneading them while pressing her own against my back. With a moan, I let my head fall into her shoulder.

“I’m going to want more of this, and you’re going to have to tell me no, okay?” Colby says against my core.

“We can’t,” I pant. “This is so fucking wrong.”

“So fucking dirty.” He licks my core again. “This is a one-time thing.” Colby swears with his lips moving against my clit, the vibration of his words working against him and our promises.

“Doesn’t it feel good? Letting your dirty thoughts become reality?” Syd whispers.

I moan again when she returns to sucking the skin where my neck meets my shoulder. She’s going to leave a hickey there, and I’m not sure that I brought any outfits that will cover that.

“Yes, fuck yes,” I cry out, and my thighs instinctively mold to Colby’s head.

The moment of pleasure doesn’t last long, because Colby smacks the inside of my thigh, pulling his mouth away from my body.

That quick bite of pain only elevates the pleasure. Being spread open for anyone to see while being licked on a diner table was not on my bingo card, but the idea that anyone could watch me, see my back arch for these two, makes this much hotter.

“No, no. I’m going to take my time tasting your sweet little pussy if it’s the only time I’m going to get it, and you’re going to behave. Syd, control her.” His tongue begins to lap at the seam of my pussy once more, long and languid licks that do nothing but show how serious he was when he said he would take his time.

The sound of the bell above the door jars me, but my senses are too overwhelmed to move. I’m stunned by the idea of a stranger possibly recognizing my boys and realizing that the lead singer of Neon Cherry has his stepsister spread on the table in front of him while his co-singer holds me still.

Jax rounds the corner and only a moment of relief sets in before I realize I’m still fucked. How are we going to explain this to him?

My heart pounds harder as he strides to our oversized corner booth and hovers over the three of us. Colby’s tongue hasn’t stopped its merciless teasing, my palms are sweating, and Syd has my shirt lifted, fully exposing my breasts while she tortuously tweaks each nipple.

“I-I—” I try to move backwards away from Colby’s mouth, but he yanks me back into place. This time, licking a deep path between my folds and flattening his tongue over my clit.

“Colby,” I pant, Jackson’s green eyes becoming a forest path deep into his soul.

Every part of his reaction screams that he’s satisfied with the view.

“I see you two are getting along, and you,” he says, pointing to Syd, “have found a new plaything.” With a husky laugh, he slides into the booth.

At no point did I consider Jackson would be okay with walking into something like this. Syd? Yeah, sure. But Jackson, my Jaxie, practically salivating and already eye-fucking me as he takes his seat so close to me and every bit of my overexposed, oversensitive body… I wasn’t ready for that.

But that doesn’t mean I want it any less.

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COLBY

“How could I not get along with a pussy as pretty as this one?” I whisper against Hale’s pink flesh. I flatten my tongue and lick her swollen clit in long strokes while she squirms beneath me. When I look up at her, it’s a fucking glorious sight. Her denim skirt bunches around her waist, her little bra shoved below her perfect tits, and Sydnee playing with her rosy-pink nipples.

Jesus, just knowing that I’m the first of us to taste her, touch her, and I will be the first to push any part of my body into her, has my cock so hard that it’s painfully aching behind my zipper.

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