Page 2 of Tickled Pink

His grip on my neck loosens. “Max...” he says, “give her what she wants.”

Max hooks my knees over his shoulders. “Don’t need to tell me twice,” he says, his warm breath teasing my clit.

I moan the instant his tongue grazes between my folds. Pleasure fires up my spine and I nearly lose my mind after the endless teasing they’ve put me through this morning. But this is a normal morning for me.

Way too good to be true.

Max’s tongue laves me, rolling up and down between my clit and my pussy. I quiver with need, silently begging for him to choose one. Suck my clit. Fuck my pussy. Eat me harder, faster. I don’t care.

Just fucking take me.

“Max,” I moan, nearly biting through my bottom lip.

His deep chuckle spreads along my skin. “Is this what you want?” he asks before thrusting his tongue deep inside of me.

My back arches on its own. “Yes!”

Thad places a firm hand on my shoulder, holding me down. “Fuck, that looks so good,” he says.

I reach toward his voice. My hand finds his face, and I wrap my fingers around his hair. I pull him down to my lips and he crushes his mouth on mine, smothering the moans for his best friend.

“Phoebe,” Thad whispers, our lips touching. “I can’t get enough of you like this...”

Max unleashes a flurry of flicks on my clit, and I gasp.

“Fuck,” is all I can say.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Thad grips my hand and guides it into his lap. He lays my fingers on his cock and I curl them around it out of nothing but pure instinct.

“You feel that?” he whispers. “That’s all for you, milady.”

I squeeze him hard, and he laughs.

“You’re going to feel it soon.” His voice dips to a growl. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

Max moans as he sucks on my clit, sending vibrations through my core, and I squeeze Thad’s erection even tighter.

“You want it?” Thad asks. “Come for him and I’ll give it to you.”

I shudder from head-to-toe. “Thad,” I moan.

He lays a finger over my lips. “No, not me,” he teases. “Moan for him. Say his name.” He kisses me hard. “You’ll say mine next.”

“Max,” I say, obeying. “Fuck, Max...”

Max plunges his tongue inside of me; an instant reward. I feel myself reaching the point of no return. My nerves clench and my thighs tremble on either side of his head. I flick my wrist to jerk Thad off and he puts a light, but firm, pressure on the sides of my neck again.

“That’s my girl,” Thad says. “Come.”

And just like that, as easy as a light switch, the tension snaps. Orgasm rips through me, constantly spurred by Max’s ever-moving tongue.

“Max,” I say, nearly screaming. “Oh, god...”

His hands slide up my belly, coming to a rest on my naked breasts. He kneads me gently, his tender touch a loving contrast to Thad’s rough grip. Another wave of pleasure washes over me and I submit to it, somehow losing track of whose hands are whose as Max climbs up my body.

“Phoebe...” Max’s gentle whisper finds me. “I love you.”

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