Page 22 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

He pauses and sucks one nipple into his mouth, already undoing my jeans, and flicks his tongue around it, biting it exactly hard enough to make me gasp with pleasure.

“Of course I was,” he says, moving his mouth down, tugging my jeans and panties off all at once. “I’m just usually better at hiding it.”

He tosses my jeans somewhere else and suddenly, he’s got both my legs over his shoulders, his hot mouth kissing my lower belly, then my mound as he kneels on the floor in front of the table.

His tongue finds my clit instantly, licking and lapping, sending jolts of electricity racing through my body. I gasp and go rigid on the table, arching my back and grabbing the side, like it’ll keep me anchored down.

“Oh!” I manage to gasp out. It’s no match for his dirty talk, but it’s the only thing I can think of.

Cash just chuckles and sucks my clit into his mouth. I shout with the sudden pleasure and pressure as he teases it with his tongue, then releases me, still licking and circling with his tongue.

His hand moves, and then there’s something at my entrance, stroking my lips, teasing them apart. Still licking and sucking, Cash slides two fingers into me, crooking them and making my back arch and my toes curl.

There’s a long, low growl from somewhere low in his chest. I whimper in pleasure, already getting close to coming. He moves faster and faster, his tongue and fingers working in perfect time.

He adds a third, suddenly filling me up even more, his tongue a fury on my clit as the edges of my vision go white. I moan, silently begging him to fuck me already, as I spiral ever higher, closer to the edge. I’ve got both my hands clutched in his hair, holding his face to me, and I know I shouldn’t but I can’t stop.

I can’t do anything except moan and writhe on the table, getting closer and closer until finally, something explodes inside me and my climax hits me like a train.

I shout. I moan. People can probably hear me the next state over, but I don’t care, I only care about coming so hard my eyes might pop out of my head.

Cash doesn’t stop until I’m finished, working me until every muscle in my body is jolting and I’m tugging his head away from me. He pulls me up to sitting and kisses me without preamble, my taste still on his lips.

I don’t mind it. I think I like it, actually, it’s so primal and raw andneedy, like the way he’s already pulling off his shirt and somehow my hands are already on the zipper of his jeans, desperately pulling it down.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs into my mouth. “Especially when you come, you know that?”

I don’t know what to say, so I just bite his lip and grab his thickness, my eyes widening as my hand closes around it.

Yeah.Big.

Cash groans and wraps his hand around mine, pumping it up and down the shaft. I’m biting my lip, my legs still around his waist. We kiss again, hard and long, his cock throbbing in my hand.

“Think you can come for me again?” he growls.

I laugh softly.

“I can try,” I murmur.

Cash pushes me back again, hoists my knee over his shoulder, takes my hand off his cock. He teases my clit with the tip, my juices combining with his precum and making me slippery. I try to grab his cock again, desperate to have him inside me already, but he grabs my wrist and holds it away.

“Come on,” I whisper, begging. “Please.”

The fire alarm goes off.

We both jump, and I prop myself up on my elbows, looking toward the door of the laundry room. I’m praying that it’s a false alarm and it’ll stop in a few seconds, because Ineedthis.

Now. Right now.

A few seconds later, Cash heads to the door, and the moment he opens it I can smell smoke.

“We gotta go,” he says, but I’m already reaching for my shirt, the tingle of adrenaline working its way through my veins. I toss him his pants and ten seconds later we’re out of the laundry room and heading for the exit.

And I’m really,reallydisappointed.

Chapter Nine

Gavin

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