Page 21 of Eggnog and Edging
“You want me inside of you?” Instead of waiting for me to answer, he slips two fingers into me. He takes over from there, sliding in and out while I work my clit, and, oh my God, he must be stroking my G-spot, which I have never found, because all of a sudden I'm losing control. My body's going into spasms.
Then he pulls away. I scramble to pull him close with both hands, but he stays out of reach and smiles.
Slowly bringing his fingers to his mouth, he sucks one and then the other. “I told you I needed to taste you, Starla. Were you going to be a naughty girl and deprive me of what I need?”
“No, please. I need to come.”
“I bet you do,” Cullen says before standing and rubbing his cock against my cheek.
My entire body aches with need. I consider turning to take Cullen in my mouth, but decide against it.
"I need you,” I plead. "I need both of you."
I don't know what I need them to do, but I catch Ryker's gaze going to my breast. When did I start massaging my breast, squeezing my nipple the way I do when I'm alone?
If I don’t come soon, I might break. Mentally? Physically? I have no idea, but I have to come. I stroke my clit harder, and Ryker moves his mouth to my nipple, bumping my hand out of the way, then teasing with his tongue before he slurps me in.
Cullen bends over to take my other breast. This is really happening.
My nipples hurt. The knot low in my belly is incredibly tight. I stroke furiously, and Ryker slips his fingers back inside of me, landing them exactly where they need to be.
Bright lights and stars consume my vision as I plunge over the edge. My body bucks against them.
They double down, suckling my breasts, sending electricity from my nipples to my clit. Ryker's fingers bear the brunt of my demanding pussy as wave after wave of ecstasy washes through me, tightening around him.
The three of us are finally together.
I wish Ryker's cock was inside of me. I don't know how many orgasms like this I can take.
Chapter 8
Ryker
Cullen is the first to move. He kisses Starla’s forehead then stands, fisting his cock. Gotta admit, it's an impressive one.
“This torture’s getting unbearable, Babycakes. How do you want to do this?”
She has a soft smile as she looks up at him.
I sit back on my heels. “I'm going to guess that you have to wait until we’re done. Is that what you’re thinking, Sweets?"
A twinkle forms in her eye as her smile turns mischievous. “He has been a bad boy. He should definitely wait.”
Cullen rakes a hand through his hair. “Or maybe we could explore more things you saw during your porn watching.Something a bad boy might be perfect for. Spray your face or you tits. Double team you—”
“Or you can just wait in the corner." I’m not as entertained by this bad boy game as Starla is.
"I'm not waiting in a fucking corner."
“You don’t have to wait in the corner but you do have to wait to come."
She runs her finger, agonizingly slowly, back and forth on his length, highlighting just how much he's packing—not that I have anything to be worried about.
"Why don't we move this to the bed? I want to lay you down and make sweet love to you." I pull her hand away from his cock, loving being part of the tease, then grab her other hand and stand, guiding her to do the same.
"Let’s stay over here."
“At the chair? I don’t want you to have to do all of the work.”
