Page 93 of Unstitch

I hope you’re making that cunt nice and wet for your cock, because she’s going to need it.

Drive her crazy. I want her begging. I want her fucking unhinged. Jesus, her nipples are so greedy.

Darcy’s not the only one getting audibly more tightly wound in the face of my and Max’s takes on lingual onslaughts. I’m devouring her more hungrily, more noisily, grunting against her as I slide my tongue inside her once more and rub my nose against her clit.

‘She’s going to come,’ I mutter, coming up for air.

‘Yes she is,’ Max says. ‘She’s going to come because she loves having both of us working her, and because she knows in a few minutes she’ll be lying between us, so full of dick she’ll never be the same again. Do it.’

And I do. I drive two fingers inside her wet heat in the most vivid foreshadowing of where my dick will be shortly, and I lave at her clit like a starving man, and she pushes against my tongue and my fingers, practically sobbing with the need for release until Max turns her head and swallows her cries with frantic kisses.

And as she unravels, with full-body convulsions and kiss-strangled moans, I marvel at the extraordinary honour of undoing her.

I lick her until her shudders have subsided and she’s slumped in Max’s arms, and then I press a kiss to her pelvic bone and straighten up. She turns her head and opens her eyes and sees me grinning at her. Watching her. I must look enraptured, because she strokes Max’s arms and he helps her to sit up.

I lean forward on my knees and kiss her. I kiss her so she can taste her own perfection and so she can understand what she does to me. How new and mesmerising and transcendent it is for me to be a passenger on these inner journeys she takes.

Max oofs behind her, presumably because she’s shifted on his dick. ‘Let’s move into the bedroom,’ he says.

Yes.

I need to be on a bed, fully naked, with this man and this woman.

Finally.

His eyes meet mine as though he understands the significance for me, for Darcy, for all of us, of what he just said. As though he wants to make sure I’m still onboard.

‘You want to go to the bedroom?’ I ask Darcy, cupping her face and peppering it with kisses.

Her blue eyes meet mine, and she nods. She still looks spaced out, which I guess is a good thing. Because I know I want nothing more than for Max and I to be inside her body.

Together.

64

DARCY

Max carries me through to his bedroom, my arms and legs wrapped around him, and I smile at Dex over his shoulder, taking in the enormous tent in the front of his shorts that’s all for me.

I’m little more than ether after that orgasm, and I’m definitely not confident of my emotions in this state, but the knowledge that they’ll both be inside my body shortly has my heart swelling and my pussy aching and my stomach doing crazy flip-flops. However physically confronting it’ll be, I don’t think it would be possible to want anything more than these two men around me, above me, beneath me.

Inside me.

I know that fact like I know my own name. It’s like my body understands it, craves it, without my brain having any part in it.

Like everything else in this ridiculous flat, Max’s bed is completely over the top. It must be eight foot wide, with a ginormous cream leather headboard. I cling to his neck as he lays me down on his white sheets so gently, so tenderly, smiling down at me in awe like I’m something priceless and delicate and sacrosanct. The way he has of making me feel like that when I know damn well he intends to shatter me, to desecrate me in the filthiest manner I can think of, is gratifying beyond belief.

I suspect it is for them, too. Because where’s the fun in claiming and profaning something unless it’s special? Unless it’s an irreplaceable treasure?

I shimmy up the bed a little, naked and wanton, and prop myself up on my elbows so I can eye up my delicious menfolk. Max is striding around the bed in his usual purposeful fashion, so I perv freely at Dex as he slides his shorts off. Flat stomach. The perfect smattering of soft, dark hair. Narrow hips with that vee-thingy going on: lines I want to get to know intimately with my tongue. His grin holds a hint of self-consciousness as he frees his dick, but then he’s kicking his shorts off and stroking himself lightly, and I sigh with happiness at the sight of him.

‘Get over here,’ I tell him, stretching lazily, but Max stops him.

‘Wait.’

He hands Dex a foil square and turns to me. ‘Condoms tonight, okay? But going forward, I want to put some proper measures in place.’

How he can still sound like a CEO when he’s stripping off his shorts and getting ready to sheath himself, I have no idea, but it’s really fucking hot. I squirm on the bed. ‘I’m on the pill.’

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