Page 167 of Unleashed

Sylvie’s eyes widen and she whines, “Holy fucking shit.”

I return to licking Simone’s clit, and she whispers, “I want to come in your mouth.”

I plunge my tongue into her until her moans grow louder.

Sylvie shrieks, “Do it, Simone! Rod is eating you like a champ!”

Simone cries out as her muscles push out my tongue, so I lick her twitching clit, and she nearly screams. I moan and grope my hard-on beneath me. I hear Sylvie shifting around, but I don’t stop feeding on Simone’s cream as promised.

I kneel to move, and Simone sits up. Face to face, we look at each other. In the dim light, her blue eyes sparkle, and her cheeks glow. She smiles and traces her thumb over my bottom lip, and in this moment, there’s one thing I crave more than motherfucking anything.

Sylvie’s fast breathing makes it a little weird, but not enough to stop me. Simone licks her lip and whispers, “You’re beyond handsome, Greg Rodwell.” She drops her hand, and her smile wanes as if she’s thinking of something sad.

I reach up and brush stray blonde hair from her rosy cheek. I love feeling her silky skin. “And you’re so goddamn beautiful, Simone Simpson.” Simone’s smile returns and I drop to capture it with my lips. She whimpers in surprise, and I clutch her head as I deepen our kiss.

Simone holds onto my forearms and slips her tongue into my mouth. She tastes herself but doesn’t seem to hate it. I sure the hell don’t.

I didn’t realize how inherent my need to kiss her possessed me until now. Almost like I’m going off script, I kiss Simone and don’t care about Sylvie watching. I want her to see how fucking crazed Simone drives me. I can’t explain it. I only know that I need Simone, but at her mercy is a dangerous fucking place to be.

But as much as I lose myself kissing her, Simone holds onto and kisses me like it’ll be our last. At least, maybe for a while, until she wants me to get her pregnant again someday. Jesus H. Christ. I can’t wait for something that won’t happen. Having a kid with her would be so fucking stupid of me. It’s a severe risk, and I’m no daredevil.

My lips burn, and my dick throbs, but Simone’s lips are fucking addictive. I thought so the first time we kissed at Jake’s. Simone buries her fingers into my hair, and when she lifts her lips from me, she whispers, “Greg.”

We whisper even though Sylvie isn’t far from us. “Simone.”

“I want you.” She looks at me, worried, which worries me.

“I want you too.”

I go to kiss her again, but she shakes her head. “No. I mean, I want you.”

I wrinkle my forehead. “Like?”

“I don’t know.” She fingers the flowers of her necklace. I love seeing it on Simone.

I graze my knuckles over her cheek. “Then take all of me, baby.”

We meet in another passionate kiss and moan together. Sylvie gasps, “Are you kidding me? How did I not see it? Oh, my God! You’re in love with each other!”

I don’t bother responding to Sylvie because I’m busy. It’s not love. It’s attraction. Since we met, Simone has changed my life and turns me on like no one else, even if it’s disguised as anger or jokes. And every time we have sex, I grow more attracted to her. My attraction to Hadley was never on this level. But this isn’t love because genuine love wouldn’t have left me and broken my heart. I trust Simone with my dick, but not my heart. When my heart strays too far, I numb it with more sex with Simone. Either that or the pain will fucking kill me. It’s a never-ending cycle.

Since there’s no zipper on the back, I pull up Simone’s dress and break away from her mouth to help her remove it. Any qualms I have about Sylvie watching us have melted. But kissing Simone reopens a wound she inflicted. And the universe must be laughing its ass off because the remedy is Simone.

She sits in her bra and glances at Sylvie and then at me. Simone drops her gaze to my T-shirt with a gasp. “You’re wearing Shinedown.”

I shrug with a smirk. “Your graduation and all.”

She bites her smiling lip. “I love it, but take it off. I want us naked when we fuck.”

I pull the shirt over my head and flip it over my shoulder. Sylvie mumbles shit, but I don’t care. I reach behind Simone and unhook her bra. It tumbles down her arms, and I whip it across the room. I whisper, “You’re so fucking hot, Sim Sim. You get me hard enough to break goddamn concrete.”

“Awesome, because you make me so goddamn wet,” she whispers back with a smile. Simone tugs on my neck, indicating she wants to lie down. When I’m on top of her, my dick slides against her belly ring. I moan as I grope for Simone’s pussy. Finding it, I push my shorts-covered erection against her clit. Simone spreads her legs wider and grabs my ass, humping against me.

Simone pleads, “Be with me, Greg.”

Sylvie watches us on the edge of her seat. I can’t worry about her, or I’ll lose my hard-on.

Simone claws at the front of my shorts, but doesn’t expose me. We stare at each other, and the desire on her face does me in. I push down my shorts to show Simone my junk.

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