Page 132 of Beauty
Would Garreth?
And is that really what I want?
The hulking presence now standing over us blocks out the majority of the dim light. “Need something?”
“She’d like a sip of your whiskey. And I thought you’d like these.” Wedged between my thighs, Noah barely looks up as he tosses my panties in Garreth’s direction. Then he lowers his face and licks me in one long, languid stroke.
Garreth catches my black panties and squeezes them in his fist, his eyes blazing. He’s silent for what feels like an eternity before he finally says, “Is that what you want?”
The breath is stolen from my lungs as Noah sucks my clit into his mouth and then flicks it rapidly with his tongue. I can’t think when he does that, let alone try to formulate a response to Garreth’s question.
I squeeze my eyes shut and collect what little sense I still possess, then breathe out before meeting his gaze. “Yes.”
With a mutteredfuck, he presses my panties to his nose and inhales.
In that moment, I go up in flames. It’s a wonder this entire place isn’t burning down around us.
With painfully slow movements, Garreth positions a knee on the cushion near my head and leans over me. “Open.”
I obey, and he tips his glass carefully, slowly pouring the whiskey into my mouth. A splash of it hits my cheek, but his aim is accurate. The majority coats my tongue, and the taste, the way it burns, overloads my senses.
Noah, clearly a master at reading my body, fucks me violently with two fingers and sucks hard on my clit.
The telltale tingle of an impending orgasm turns into a full-body spasm, stealing my breath and my vision. I clutch at Garreth’s thigh to ground myself as Noah brutally drags pleasure from my body. As a jolt of pure ecstasy overtakes me, I suck in a breath.
A scream builds in my throat, but before it escapes me, Noah hisses, “Shut her up.”
Garreth drops the glass to the floor with a thunk and cuffs the front of my neck, his mouth covering mine.
Noah doesn’t slow, though his grip on my hip tightens painfully, like he can’t stand the sight of another man’s mouth on mine, despite this moment being his doing. His movements become more feverish, giving me no time to recover before he sends me hurtling over another cliff.
Back bowing off the cushioned bench, I gasp into Garreth’s mouth, shocked by the waves of rapture rolling through my body. When the last of the pleasure wanes, I sag, thoroughly spent.
Garreth pulls back and presses one gentle kiss to my lips. “Thank you.” Then he releases my neck, grabs his glass from the floor, and walks away.
I blink at his retreating form, certain I’ve lost touch with reality. Did that really just happen?
“Are you okay?” Noah eases my skirt down and helps me into a sitting position.
When the backs of my thighs make contact with the cushion, it dawns on me that Garreth just walked off with my panties.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” With a huff of a laugh, I press my hand to my racing heart.
Noah watches me from behind his glasses, studying me, taking in every detail.
I want to know what he’s thinking. Did I just destroy any chance the two of us had? Or did that turn him on like it did me?
As we look at one another, silent, I’m certain that I want more than all of this. I want a life with him.
I worry my lip as the excitement of the moment fades and apprehension takes its place. “Are we done with the games?”
He tilts to one side and pulls out his wallet.
My heart lurches and my lungs spasm, making every inhale painful. “Oh my god, if you pay me right now, I will slap you.”
He lowers his head and glares, as if my concern is ridiculous.
But I’m half naked in a sex club and just basically performed for two men, so excuse me if my subconscious is running wild.
