Page 81 of Savage Blooms
Adam glanced over to Finley, a breathless smile on his face. He looked wild and elated andperfect.
“Powerful.”
“Good,” Finley said, his voice lower this time. Rougher. “Again.”
Adam resumed his task of pleasuring Nicola, harder this time, more mercilessly, and just as she was edging up against her climax, he once again withdrew his hand.
“Get on your back,” Adam said. “I want to taste you.”
Nicola knew, realistically, that she could decline. It might feel like too much too soon. But something about the closeness of her orgasm and the sheer thrill of being watched by Finley during this incredibly intimate moment made her want it more.
Adam hadn’t eaten her out yet, despite pushing her skirt up over her hips and getting down on his knees before being very nearly caught by Eileen in the parlor yesterday. They had done so much together: helped each other move apartments, nursed each other back to health after hangovers, listened to each other vent about exes, kissed and touched and begged for more, but neverthis.
Nicola laid on her back, letting her knees fall open for Adam. Adam hooked his fingers beneath her panties andpulled them over her thighs and down past her calves, until the scrap of lace was on the floor and she was entirely bare before him.
Adam laid down on his stomach, hooked his hands around her hips, and pressed a kiss to the pulsing heat between her legs.
Nicola’s back arched off the couch. She should probably feel embarrassment, stripped from the waist down on an antique couch that didn’t belong to her, being eaten out by her friend while someone very much like a stranger directed them. She should surely feel some kind of shame.
But all Nicola felt as Adam lapped and kissed at her was white-hot blinding pleasure. Adam gave head like it was his highest calling in life, like he had been dreaming about this just as long as Nicola had, like he couldn’t get enough of her. Nicola threaded her fingers through his hair and tightened her grip, trying so hard not to ride his face to climax.
When she glanced over, she was treated to the sight of Finley pressing the heel of his hand against the insistent erection in his jeans. He was looking at her like her very existence tormented him, like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Nicola’s whole life, she had been afraid of losing people. Whether it was the circumstances that had stolen her parents, or the abandonment of foster families who complained about a “poor fit” and her “high needs”, or the loneliness that resulted from constantly being moved away from her friends, she had come to accept that she was only ever going to endup alone. But in this manor house with Adam and Finley lavishing her with their attention while the threat of magic circled outside their door, she felt fully seen, fully held. Not too much at all, for either of them.
A desperate wish took root in her, that this would never end. That Finley and Adam would never leave her.
A stray tear trickled down Nicola’s cheek. It was impossible to tell if it was from sensation or emotion.
“Adam, please,” she begged, squeezing her thighs around his head. “I’m ready. I’m so ready. Will you please let me—”
Adam lifted himself from his task, using one hand to brace himself on the couch as the other fumbled with his fly.
“Almost there, Nikki,” he said. “You’re doing such a good job. Can you go one more round for me?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice nearly broken in half from wanting.
Adam retrieved a condom from his back pocket and tore it open. How long had he been carrying it around? Nicola tried to remember how to breathe as Adam wrapped himself in the condom and tugged her closer, not even bothering to remove his jeans all the way.
She looked to Finley one more time, all but drowning in his storm-dark eyes.
“Tell him when you’re ready,” Finley said softly, with the reverence such a thing deserved.
“I’m ready,” Nicola said, and then Adam was inside herand the worldwasAdam, made of nothing else but his presence and amber-skin scent and his pressure on top of her.
Neither of them lasted long. Within minutes, Adam’s thighs were trembling, and Nicola was begging for release in a nearly incoherent string of babble. Adam leaned over her, driving into her deeper and faster.
“Touch yourself,” he panted in her ear. “Get yourself there.”
Nicola rubbed her clit fast, trying to catch her orgasm before Adam could snatch it away. Adam’s rhythm became desperate and stuttering as he approached his own climax.
“You say when, Adam,” Finley reminded him, andGod, that clinical detachment should not be so hot.
“Come for me, Nikki,” Adam said.
Nicola’s orgasm hit her like a truck. One moment she was whimpering, doing everything she could to pull herself to the pinnacle, and then she wasthere, a sharp stab of pleasure radiating out from her belly as her toes curled in on themselves.
“Fuck, I can feel…” Adam said. Then he let out a grunt and spilled into the condom, all sticky heat and sweet release.
