Page 109 of The Heat of Us

Eating Hazel’s pussy was not a chore. It was a luxury I made sure to thoroughly appreciate and enjoy every time I got the chance to. But right now, I was using every single weapon in my arsenal to make sure she came fast and hard.

The first didn’t require me to touch her at all.

“You smell so fucking good, baby.”

Anticipation.

Hazel whimpered, her legs falling open involuntarily.

I ran my cheek and neck along her inner thigh, scent marking her. I wanted her to crave my tongue on her so badly that she would fall apart within the first few licks.

“I’ve been dying to taste this pussy all day,” I growled, letting my breath fan across her slickened cunt. “Look how wet and perfect you are for me.”

Her clit was swollen pink with arousal. Slick pooled at her entrance and dripped onto the couch below.

“Please.” Her hips rose up and her nails dug into Ben’s thigh. “Please, Remy.”

I dove headfirst between her legs. Hazel began swearing under her breath almost instantly as I flicked her clit with my tongue. Light, quick strokes at a consistent pace while I fucked her with two fingers.

Finally, her weakness. I made sure she knew just how much I was enjoying myself. Moaning and letting the occasional curse slip out as I felt her grow wetter beneath my tongue and fingers.

“Remy, god, I’m coming.”

Her spasming, slick-soaked pussy hid my triumphant grin. That had to have been what, under a minute?

Beat that, motherfucker.

I stood up, adjusting my cock as it pushed painfully against my zipper. Ben annoyingly did not seem perturbed or intimidated by my efforts. He was focused entirely on Hazel, kissing her and whispering something about her looking pretty when she came.

Yeah. Because of me, asshole.

“Your turn,” I challenged him.

Ben didn’t go straight to eating her out either. Instead, he tugged off the tight little bra crop she wore that drove me crazy, rolled over on top and continued to kiss her. It would’ve all been very sweet and romantic if his curled fingers weren’t disappearing in and out of her at the same time.

He eventually made his way down, nipping and licking at her bare skin. Hazel almost levitated off the couch when he finally got to her pussy. Ben held her down by her thighs and brought her to a shuddering, whimpering orgasm.

“Nice job, but—”

“You win,” Ben conceded. “Well done.”

Patronising fuck.

Ben lifted her up in his arms. “Should we fuck her to sleep now?” he asked me archly.

Soft, pliant, languid, so fucking wet and taking me so fucking good even when she was asle—

“Might as well. She’s not going to get much of it tonight,” I agreed.

Our clothes fell in abandoned puddles outside the nest as we settled her between us. We never let her catch her breath, trading rough kisses between us while we flicked and tugged her sensitive nipples with our fingers and teeth.

I eyed the bared column of her neck. The fluttering pulse point matched my own rapid heartbeat, feeding my feral possessiveness the longer I stared at her unmarked skin. My mouth latched on, teeth scraping as I left a purplish love bite behind. Mine. I wanted her covered in my little marks and nips by the time the sun rose.

A poor substitute for my teeth marks on her neck but good enough for now.

“Someone fuck me already,” Hazel whined.

I kissed her irritated scowl. “You’re such a perfect little cockslut for us, baby.”

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