Page 51 of Entangled in Them

I grabbed his finger and pushed it between my lips, swirling my tongue around to lick off every last morsel.

I suddenly realized the position we were in, with me half bent, my bottom pushed into his crotch, and his finger in my mouth. And I didn’t think I was mistaking that hard length pressing into the base of my spine as the wooden spoon or whisk from the kitchen either.

The atmosphere suddenly changed between us, as quickly as flicking a switch. I let his finger slip from my mouth and moved to straighten, but he didn’t give me time. Kodee spun me around in his arms, so I was facing him again, and then shoved me backward, so my ass hit the kitchen counter. Our mouths crashed together, and he was lifting me, pushing me up onto the kitchen counter. I wrapped my calves around his hips, securing me to him.

His hands were in my hair and his tongue in my mouth. He stopped kissing me long enough to yank my t-shirt up over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and his gaze traveled down my body.

“Fuck, Rue. Your tits are incredible.” He got a twinkle in his eye. “You know what would make them even better?”

I lifted my eyebrows, and he reached to the kitchen counter and picked up the bowl of cream.

“Oh!”

He dunked his finger in and scooping up a blob, smearing it around my left nipple. He did the same to the right, and lastly, he dropped a blob onto my lower belly. The mixture was cold and puckered my skin and made me shiver in all the right ways.

I leaned back, my hands supporting me on the counter, my breath held in anticipation.

He ducked his head, taking one of my nipples in his mouth. The peak was rock hard and only grew harder as he lapped off the cream. I let out a groan and squirmed against the counter, arching my back and pressing myself against his mouth. He swirled his tongue, lapping off the last dribbles of cream and moved to my other nipple to repeat the process.

He moved to the blob on my belly, only he didn’t stop there. His tongue trailed lower, and his hands went to the button on my jeans. He wrestled me out of them, taking my panties with it, and shoved my legs apart. God, was he going to put cream down there as well? Yep, seemed that was exactly what he had in mind.

I gasped as the cold cream hit my delicate folds, followed by the hot wetness of his tongue. Oh, fuck. This was insane. His tongue delved deeper, licking every inch of me, and I ran my hands over his smooth head, arching my hips up to meet his mouth.

But even though I was loving what he was doing to me, and I wanted more, the conversation I’d had with Dillon in the bathroom played through my mind. Dillon hadn’t had sex with me because he’d felt it was wrong not to involve the others, and yet here I was with Kodee, when both Dillon and Ryan were out. I’d discovered I’d come to care for these men over the last couple of days, and I didn’t want to be the one to come between them.

“What about the others?” I gasped.

He murmured against my pussy. “They’re not here.”

“Yes, but... I mean... won’t they be angry?” By they, I was mainly talking about Ryan, though I thought Dillon would be disappointed in us both, too.

Seeing I wasn’t about to drop the subject, he stopped what he was doing and straightened to look me in the eye. I wilted at the lack of contact and wished I’d kept my mouth shut. My pussy clenched, needing more, but I couldn’t fuck this up.

“We’re not exclusive. We do what we want.”

We were both breathing hard, caught up in this whirlwind of desire which felt like it had sprung from nowhere. It didn’t matter what words came out of Kodee’s mouth, I knew he’d end up feeling like shit about this if I let him take things further.

I reached out and touched the bunched muscles of his forearm. “I know that’s what you tell yourselves, but even I can tell there’s something deeper between you all.”

Kodee let out a groan and hung his head. “Fuck, Rue.”

I understood everything those two words contained. He was saying I was right, and that we had to stop, even though it might be what we both wanted.

“Speak to the others,” I said softly, already picking up my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. “We can work this out, I’m sure. We can do it right.”

He gave me a final, longing look, as though he was still torn between letting me go and bending me over the counter and fucking me, and then rubbed his hand over his mouth, and nodded.

“Yeah, this needs to be right.”

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