Page 96 of Cross the Line
A mix of anticipation, longing, and uncertainty paints her face as my hand molds to her cheek. Lifting her stare to mine, her hands grip the sides of my ass, and I step out of the slacks pooled at my feet.
“I want you to teach me, JJ,” she speaks the words with a tremble, her bright eyes taking on that pleading lure that tugs at my heart, at my insides, making it hard to breathe. Impossible to hold back.
In the heat of the moment, when the natural yearning takes over their instincts, it’s easy to overlook how innocent and inexperienced they are. How little they know of fucking—and how damn lucky I am to be the one who gets to teach them. To corrupt them with my brand of debauchery.
Dragging my thumb down her face, I dip it into her mouth. I scrape the pad along her teeth, collecting the warm moisture of her breath before I smear it over that delectable pout she’s begging me to defile.
“Suck, Fin,” I instruct, stroking my thumb over her tongue, pressing down on it like my thick dick would.
Fuck, the tentative pull is maddening—sending my brain into a tailspin with the aching throb of my cock.
The deeper my thumb pushes into her mouth, the more the tip of her tongue licks at it, instinctively swirling around it with the soft pucker of her lips sealing tight.
“That’s it, use your tongue, Baby. Suck me deep…” I groan at the way her mouth waters around me.
Her spit eases the glide of my thumb in and out of her mouth, and holy fuck, it’s good.
“Fuck,” Eli hisses, and my eyes flash to his as he sinks onto the bed.
Legs spread, muscles bulging, dick so damn hard that my pulse stutters at the sight. When he grips his girth, my brain misfires; my thumb pushes all the way to the back of Finley’s throat. Her mouth stretches open with a gag that has my cock begging for it.
Pulling out brusquely, I thrust my fingers into her still-damp hair and coil it around my fist.
There’s nobody—absolutely nobody—in this world who could lookas perfect as she does right now. At my mercy. Waiting on my order. Prone to my whims.
Finley’s looking up at me with wide, watering eyes and slick lips when I step beside her and tug her forward.
“Crawl, Fin,” I order, heart hammering at her stunned gasp. Still gripping her hair, I crouch in front of her and guide her hands with my free one to the hardwood floor. “You want me to teach you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she says with a long exhale, bracing on all fours when I tug her face all the way up.
I stand and tell her, “Be a good girl, then, and crawl.”
This time, when I step forward, she does as she’s told. One hand in front of the other, all the way to Eli.
Finley remains on all fours between his legs. Her stare is on me, waiting for what’s next. As a reward, I crouch beside her again and pull her face up. A sigh hums up from her chest when I kiss the tip of her nose.
Satisfaction pulses through me at her low mewl when I palm a breast with my free hand. She likes that—when we play with her tits and tease her hard nipples. I’ve never known anyone so damn responsive. All it takes is a light rake of my thumbnail over her turgid peak for her to moan for me.
“Sit back,” I tell Eli, and wait until he’s braced on his hands, his cock jutting at the perfect height as I bring Finley’s face close. “Lick. All the way, root to tip.”
It takes Finley a second to visibly gather her courage. Eli’s cock is not my thumb, but even with trepidation, she does as I instruct.
Wetting her lips, she leans forward, hands flat on the floor as she tilts her face a tad and runs the tip of her tongue up the underside of his shaft.
It’s a quick stroke that deepens her breathing when Eli hisses.
“Fuck…” His eyes roll to the back of his head with a groan when she does it again, slower this time, following the thick vein all the way to the tip.
I can tell she likes it from the way instinct takes over: she swirls her tongue around the sensitive ridge, then up across his slit. When she gets a taste of his precum, Finley hums. She repeats it, licking around the ridge again, faster this time, before she leisurely flicks the tip of her tongue over his slit.
“Good girl,” I praise, watching Eli.
Pleasure twists his face—brows pulling tight, nose scrunching, teeth biting his lip with a guttural growl that flips my stomach.
The way my cock grows tighter and harder, you’d think she’s sucking me off. It’s fascinating how their pleasure affects me. How seeing them enjoy each other makes me feel good.
Nobody has ever made me feel like this. So fucking enthralled that their pleasure becomes mine.
