Page 81 of Tickled Pink

As my robe slips from my skin, I feel Max’s warmth blend with mine.

He’s naked, too.

“Sit down on the bed, Phoebe,” Thad says from his chair.

I look at Max, and he smiles. Candlelight reflects in his eyes, and I feel even more of his warmth.

I obey. I walk to the bed, naked, with two pairs of eyes on me.

Max follows me. I look up, shivers dancing along my damp skin as he gazes at me, his hard cock standing between us. He touches my cheek with a single finger, drawing a soft line from my jaw to my ear.

“Phoebe,” Thad says across the room. “Open your mouth.”

I part my lips. Max slides his thumb between them, a teasing touch, before he takes another step closer.

I wrap my lips around him, happy to suck, happy to please him after a week without.

Max inhales sharply, his hand slowly curling around the back of my neck. “Will you join us?” he asks Thad.

“Not yet,” Thad replies. “I want to watch.”

A moan trembles in my throat. I take Max deeper and his fingers dig in. His breath quickens as I bob my head. My tongue works until my jaw hurts, but I don’t stop. I touch his naked body, pulling him closer, feeling his tight rear. His thighs tremble beneath my touch. He’s dripping pre-cum now. I bob faster. I suck harder. I long for his taste to tickle my throat.

“Stop.”

I obey Thad’s word. Max does, too, pulling out of my mouth with a reluctant whimper.

“Lie down.”

I slink onto my back, parting my knees, anticipating that Max will soon step between them.

“Max,” Thad says, a hard edge in his voice. “On your knees.”

Max lowers, his hands settling on my thighs. Without a word, he spreads them wide and leaves a line of kisses from my knees to my mound. I quiver as each peck warms me up, leaving me throbbing. It has been a week since I’ve felt Max’s wicked tongue on me.

Too damn long.

“Taste her.”

Max licks me, sucks me. He fucks me with his tongue. Pleasure mounts in me already, blending with the added bliss of Thad’s eyes on us in the dark. I look at him as his shadow leans forward. My mouth waters, longing to be filled by his cock, but Thad doesn’t move.

He just watches.

My thighs shake. Max sucks my clit, his tongue working me over as I moan softly. I run my fingers through his hair. I grind on his chin, his nose. Fuck, I’m coming. I’m about to—

“Stop.”

No.

“No,” I say, a pitiful whimper as Max leans away. “Don’t stop…”

“Shh,” Thad whispers, then chuckles. “I know, baby. He’s good. But it’s not time to come yet.”

A flurry of heat washes over me, rocked by the truth of his words.

Thad really knows how good Max’s mouth is…

I audibly mewl as my breath hitches.

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