Page 152 of The Dixon Rule

“Dirty girl.” Shane continues to watch me. “Is that what you want? To wake him up and ask him to join us?”

I don’t miss the way he brings his hand to his groin to do some rearranging behind his sweatpants.

“Is that what you want?” I counter.

“I told you I don’t like to share.”

“You’re not sharing. You’re bragging.”

“What am I bragging about?”

I spread my legs. “How good this pussy is.”

My wanton action rips a groan from his throat.

We instantly look at the couch. Will still lies on his side, face turned in our direction but eyes shut. His chest rises and falls in even intervals.

“Jesus, Dixon,” Shane grinds out. “Stop talking like that. I’m leaking precome.”

I feel a clench between my legs. “Let me taste.”

My plea makes him groan again, but this time it’s muffled by his teeth digging into his bottom lip. Without a word, he stands and positions his body in front of my face. Keeping his back to the couch, he eases the front of his sweatpants down and releases his cock. It springs up, thick and eager. Sure enough, moisture beads at the tip.

His breathing is ragged as he fists his erection and slowly brings it to my waiting mouth. I lick the tip, and it twitches for me while my tongue explores him.

Shane releases a quiet, strangled noise. I wrap my lips around him and let him push a few inches into my mouth. I can never take him too deep because of his massive size. Even with half his length, I can feel him at the back of my throat.

His fingers thread through my hair, guiding my head along his shaft. I feel myself getting impossibly wetter. It’s hard not to be turned on by the sound of his unsteady exhalations and the taste of him on my tongue.

“That’s enough,” he warns when I tighten the suction of my lips.

I almost weep when he takes his dick away. But he atones for that sin by returning to the cradle of my thighs and dropping to his knees. My hips buck into his hungry, sucking mouth, taking every ounce of pleasure he has to offer.

I’m sprawled on the kitchen counter, half-naked, a feast for Shane’s tongue and Will’s eyes should he open them. But I don’t care about the latter. The heart-pounding sensations Shane is creating in my body are all I can focus on.

I can feel the orgasm trying to surface. Black dots flash through my vision, my surroundings threatening to fade, but I blink and force myself to stay in the present. I don’t want to miss a second of this. When Shane’s tongue flicks over my clit, every nerve ending in my body comes alive. Firing on all cylinders.

I gasp, so close to detonating. So close—

He wrenches his mouth away, and I almost wail in disappointment.

“Please don’t stop,” I whisper pleadingly.

But he’s already on his feet. He grips his dick, his features taut, hungry. “Sorry, baby, I fucking can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

Despite the persistent throbbing in my clit, an orgasm that’s now eluding me, I can’t fault him. I’ve never seen him look this desperate. His lips are pulled tight over his teeth, eyes on fire as he steps between my legs.

“Put me inside you.”

I reach between us to grip him. I’m so drenched that he glides inside effortlessly. I suck in air as he grinds into me, my hips reflexively pushing against him. I’ve never been filled like this by any other man. The friction of him inside me tickles nerves I didn’t know existed.

“So you’re really going to do this, huh?”

I jolt at the sound of Will’s resigned voice.

Oh God.

My cheeks are scorching as I twist my head in Will’s direction. His face is almost entirely illuminated by the glow of the fish tank. I swallow when I see the unmistakeable glint of arousal.

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