Page 33 of Overtime Positions
She moaned loudly, and Travis hooked his fingers around the front of her throat, tipping her head back so he could kiss her upside down, absorbing them. If she screamed, it would echo off the tile walls, and someone could hear. The idea of being caught, while simultaneously knowing the door was locked and no one would see what was ours, spurred me on.
It was my mission to make her as loud as possible.
I licked her like a man drowning with deep slow strokes. Deliberate circles and flicks that made her arch off the table and beg through her teeth.
The whole time, Travis kissed her, playing with her nipples and toying with her.
Team effort.
He released her lips, and she dropped her gaze back to me, burning with need as she watched me eat her pussy like she’d never seen something sexier. I lifted her thighs and spread them wide as she rocked against my face.
Travis reached down the front of her body and pulled her panties to the side, giving me better access before using his fingers to spread her pink lips open for me just like he did last night. I attacked her clit, sucking it into my mouth as he pinched her nipple and held her open for me.
“Eli!” She gasped, shaking between us. “Just like that. Don’t stop. My God, don’t ever stop!”
And then she came. Hard.
Messy and wild. Gasping a broken sob on a moan muffled against Travis’s lips as he kissed her again. I kept going, pushing my tongue into her to taste her orgasm as she sank into his hold, slumping against his chest with boneless flushed skin.
“More.” She whispered, reaching for me with a desperation that nearly undid me.
“Not here.” Travis said, his voice rough with arousal, “We promised you a bed.”
“And I want more than one round,” I added, standing up and wiping her wetness from my mouth before leaning down to kiss her.
When I pulled back, she smiled, wrecked yet radiant, and swallowed, “Well then, what are you two standing around for then?”
We didn’t answer her. We just buttoned her back up, helped her off the table and led her to the parking lot where my truck was parked next to Trav’s. “Take your pick, princess.” I nodded to the trucks. “His place or mine?”
Her green eyes flicked over the two options, and a devilish grin kissed her lips. “I don’t care whose truck we take, as long as I finally get to see what one of you is packing in those jeans on the way there.”
Fucking hell.
The secondI jumped up into Eli’s lifted truck and slid into the backseat, I knew I had made a mistake. A calculated, filthy, absolutely worth it kind of mistake. Eli’s truck smelled like his turnout gear and smoke, and the combination had me clenching my thighs before the door even shut.
Travis got in beside me, spreading those thick legs and dragging a palm over his beard like he already knew what Iwas thinking. The black fleece flannel he wore matched his dark gaze, and the tightness of his jeans made my mouth water, even though I had just come a few minutes ago.
Eli slid into the driver’s seat, glanced in the rearview mirror once and shook his head like he was regretting saying that he wanted me in his bed tonight, which meant he had to drive.
“You two behave back there,” he warned, voice rough.
I smiled.
“Silly boy.”
The truck pulled out of the rink’s lot, tires crunching over the ice-packed gravel, but I wasn’t cold. My skin was burning with excitement and need. I felt alive for the first time in years. When we hit the first red light, I made my move. Leaning into Travis, I brushed my hand down his thigh.
Casual.
Slow.
Deadly.
His breath caught, and I saw the muscle in his jaw twitch as he turned to look at me. “Frankie.” He said low and ominously.
“Yes?” I asked sweetly, fingers finding the button of his jeans.
He swallowed hard, but he didn’t stop me. My chest rubbed against his side as he lifted his arm and put it over my shoulders. Silently granting me access to his body.
