Page 114 of Your Sharpest Edge
“Touch her tits,” I directed Dirks.
If I wasn’t so distracted by Alex’s tongue rubbing against my folds, I would have felt more shocked than I did. It was surprising how easily my instructions rolled off my tongue.
Alex didn’t stop, but he slowed for a second. I thrust my hips forward, demanding more from him. When he obliged, I looked back toward Dirks and the brunette. He was rolling her nipples through his fingers.
She was absolutely stunning. Her long brown hair cascaded as she moaned, her bright blue eyes mirroring mine yet standing in striking contrast to her dark hair. Dirks held her firmly with one hand, right where her curvy hips met her legs.
Alex continued to fuck my cunt with his mouth as he alternated between flicking and sucking on me. My clit was so sensitive that I wasn’t going to last long. I looked down at the man who was devouring me. This was exactly what I’d asked for—what I wanted without ever knowing it.
I was desperately and completely in love with the man eating me out.
“Alex, please,” I mewled.
“Mmm,” she murmured as she ground against Dirks’s thigh. “Come for me.”
With her instruction, I came undone. My body clenched and released, exploding against his mouth. I definitely squirted a little, but instead of feeling embarrassed, I embraced it, not minding that he was completely soaked when he finally pulled away and lowered me from the wall, holding me as I shuddered in his arms.
I half laughed when I saw how flushed his face was.
“Fuck me. I wish I’d known all those years ago you tasted this fucking good, malyshka. I would have begged for a morsel back then.”
I laughed, grabbed him, and pressed his lips to mine, not caring they were soaked.
“Are you doing okay?” he whispered.
My heart pitter-pattered. I was more than okay—surprisingly doing very fucking well.
“More than good,” I whispered in his ear, nibbling on the lobe before I pulled away.
He looked over at the bed and grabbed a pillow before dropping it down in front of him. “Can you get on your knees?” He pulled off his pants and boxers and kicked them to the side.
I appreciated his kindness and the thoughtfulness of the pillow. I wanted him to replace every image I had in my brain. I wanted to be taken and ravished and filled up with love and adoration. But I didn’t want soft either.
“Yes, but you don’t have to be so nice,” I told him, a mischievous smirk spreading.
“Okay then,” he answered. “Get. On. Your. Knees,” he demanded, punctuating each word.
The brunette next to him laughed as she looked up at Dirks, whose boxers were on the floor. She wrapped her mouth around his cock as I got to my knees so we were shoulder to shoulder. Moving her tongue around him, she kept her eyes focused on mine. She popped off Dirks’s cock.
“Hey, Dirks. Remember your cock that I saw the other day? It was less girthy and shorter but still did the job the other night...”
That was a type of awkward I didn’t want to acknowledge.
“My name is Selena,” the brunette said.
“Stassi,” I replied politely.
We were having a full-on introductory conversation while two men stood above us, their dicks just inches from our faces.
“Can I touch you?” she asked.
Her voice was smooth, sultry even. She was drop-dead gorgeous, and her eyes were kind and soft.
I hesitated, wanting to look up at Alex to see what he would say, but I could do this myself. I’d never know if this wasn’t for me unless I tried it, and Iwantedto try.
“Yes.”
A smile tugged at her lips. “Suck him. I’ll match your pace.”
