Page 130 of Right Side of Paradise
“Since you like being a tease, she gets to decide how andifyou come tonight.”
I blinked up at him, lust drunk and hungry for his next command. “Your mouth is full, but if you want us to stop just take these panties out and yell our safe word.”
Nodding, I submitted.
“What’s our safe word?” He pulled the panties out and waited.
“Snow.”
“The sexiest part is that you could do whatever you want.” Stuffing them back in my mouth, Christian’s lips curved as his pupils stretched. “But you’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you?”
I nodded and a sigh got caught in my throat when his hand grazed my dick print. His touch settled there for less than a breath before he let me go, leaving me craving his touch.
Shifting on the chair, I grabbed the arms and ignored the way the crotch of my pants pulled even tighter.
I could be good for him.
My gaze tracked his sexy ass walk over to the bed and didn’t leave when he pulled Harlow to the edge before dropping to his knees.
Filthy, wet sounds clashed with the sound of her moans. He ate her until her heels dug into his shoulders and Soul pulled him up with ease.
Their tongues danced as they shared the taste of her, their fingers working unhurriedly to undo each other’s pants.
On one hand, I loved seeing them together like this. It was long overdue.
On the other hand, I wanted to be between them, my tongue in the mix and my dick free and ready to please.
But I could play by their rules. Even if it was just for tonight.
With another groan, I fisted my erection through my pants, applying just enough pressure to keep me from climbing the wall. My whimper of relief mingled with Harlow’s shallow breaths, filling the room with the soundtrack of our need.
My eyes drooped.
Clothes rustled.
And low murmurs I couldn’t decipher filled the tense quiet.
Then a familiar silver barbell glinted under the low light of the room as Soul’s dick bobbed free and collided with Christian’s heavy length.
Shit.
My muffled moan colored the air, and nobody gave me the attention I craved.
Instead, they pulled Harlow up to a seated position and stripped off the rest of her clothes.
Skirt.
Top.
Heels.
Gone.
With her curly hair tossed over her shoulder, she was bare and so fucking beautiful.
And just asimpatient.
Her right hand tugged at her nipple, and her left slid between her folds as she peered up at them with lust clouding her doe eyes.
