Page 114 of Twisted Ties
Stone draws back to watch my face, holding my gaze with his sky-blue eyes, watching as my body jolts with each of the aftershocks of pleasure.
When it ends and my body is lifeless and limp, Azlan crawls up my body, kissing my thigh and my hip bone, my stomach and my breast. Then he whispers in my ear:
“Do you want him to touch you too?”
“Y-y-yes,” I admit. I’ve been dreaming about him touching me for a very long time.
“Have you now?” Stone says with a smirk, but before I have a chance to whack his shoulder, he’s scooting down my body and parting my thighs again. I can tell I’m a mess down there, wet with my arousal and Azlan’s spit, but rather than looking disgusted, Stone’s eyes seem to darken.
“It’s erotic, Miss Blackwaters,” he says, sweeping his fingers over me. “Really erotic. Seems like you’re a good girl after all, making yourself all nice and wet for us.”
He finds my entrance and rings it, again and again until my breath turns needy, then he dips a finger inside, the sound wet when he does.
“Are you sore?” he asks. “Has he been fucking you too much?”
“No, I’m not sore,” I say, the words turning into moans as he adds a second finger, exploring until he finds the spotinside that sends me wild. He massages at it, eyes locked on where I’m swallowing his fingers. Azlan watches too. He’s right, it is erotic, so much so that it doesn’t take long until I’m dancing on the end of his fingers, coming hard and clenching around his digits.
“Well, this is proving a very pleasant way to spend a Sunday morning,” he says as he drags his fingers from me, looking at the mess I’ve made all over them.
I prop up on my elbows, feeling flushed and light-headed. “Better than watching me shovel shit?”
He laughs. “It’s a close second.” He winks at me, then licks my arousal from his fingers. I stare transfixed.
“Doesn’t it taste–”
“Really good?” Azlan says, nuzzling my ear. “Yeah, it does.”
I’m not sure I can quite believe that, but I like the way I’m turning them on. I never considered I could do that. Never considered I owned a body or a face that would catch anyone’s interest in that way.
“Are you kidding me?” Stone says, grabbing my hands and jerking me up onto my knees. “Have you seen this ass?” He gives my backside a slap that sends a jolt through my pussy, a jolt that has me swallowing down on a moan.
He lifts an eyebrow as if to say, “I know you like that”, but keeps that piece of information to himself.
I rest my hands on his shoulders and wriggle my ass. He groans and lands his hand back there, squeezing.
“I’m so fired,” he mutters.
And as the words leave his mouth, there’s a knock on his front door.
His eyes dart that way and then he’s maneuvering me off his lap, and tugging on his jeans, leaving the bedroom and closing the door firmly behind him.
36
Stone
People usually knowto leave me well alone on a Sunday, so the rap of another pair of knuckles on my cabin door can only be a bad thing.
I’m going to be fired. As soon as they find out about this, because they inevitably will. And I inevitably won’t be able to stay away from her. Not when she’s my mate. Not when every fiber of my body is straining towards her, not when my magic sang in my body when I made her come with my fingers.
They say it’s all the more potent with your mate. That it’s addictive. Now I understand the change in my friend. Now I know I’m as doomed as he is.
It’s why I fought this thing so vehemently in the first place.
I just didn’t expect to be fired quite as quickly as this. Isthere some kind of magical surveillance I’m unaware of, one that detects as soon as a teacher lays one finger on a pupil? Is that even possible?
I try to straighten my hair and then I draw back the door.
The principal stands on my porch, dressed in her usual tweed suit, even though it’s meant to be her day off too. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her dressed in anything remotely casual.
