Page 84 of Hell and High Water

“Every touch from Gavin felt like both of them, like Evan was living vicariously through him.”

Tell nuzzles into the crook of my neck, kissing, sucking. “Mmm, thinking about watching you come sounds incredible…”

“You can watch me anytime, but I’d rather you be part of making it happen.”

He starts nibbling up my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hands find that spot behind my knee that sends jolts of desire through me.

And my hand finds its way into his snug, sexy black briefs, gliding around his shaft with a weak, teasing grip.

“I love how hard you get for me.”

“I love how hard you made things for Evan earlier,” he jokes, twirling his tongue around the outer edge of one nipple, spiraling in to scrape his teeth over the tip.

“You should have seen how worked up he was. Gavin was taunting him the whole time he was inside me…”

“I don’t think I could have kept myself in check.”

“I almost caved. If he would have made a move, I would have let him.”

“Hmm… like this?” He cups one of my cheeks, palming my ass and dragging me right up against him.

“Mmm, yes.”

Tell’s long fingers stray between my legs, toying with me through the thin silk of my thong. Edging along the rim, the tips of his fingers brush my outer lips, electrifying my body and sending shockwaves cascading along my skin.

Reaching between us, I continue to tease him back, circling my finger around the head of his staggering length, poking out above his waistband.

“Fuck… that tickles!” He gasps, his abs twitching.

Tell lays me back, boldly sliding his hand down this time, palming me fully.

I push down the band of his underwear, stroking firmly to match his pressure, pacing to the rhythm of his fingers rubbing sweet friction along the crease of my bliss.

“Mmm…” A moan slips out. “You’re going to make me wake up Gavin and Evan.”

“Let them listen. They got theirs. I want mine.”

“I have to admit… I’m a little sore.” I laugh, feeling my cheeks flush.

“That’s alright, I only wanted to eat my desert, anyway,” Tell purrs into my ear, making my whole body flood with heat.

"How do you want your desert?”

“Like this.” With powerful arms, he pulls me up, lying back and dragging me onto him, hooking my leg to flip me around. I reach down to tug off my thong, but his hand stops me. “Leave it on.”

For some reason, it’s the hottest fucking thing he could ever say.

I feel his hot breath through the fabric, getting hotter as he pulls it aside, exposing me to his waiting lips, his tongue. A finger plays along my entrance, dragging through my arousal right before he tastes me, deeply.

Closing my eyes, I indulge in the sensation for several minutes, letting him explore every fold of my sex as he works his fingers into me slowly, easing me into a deeper state of excitement.

My hands have been rubbing softly against his calves, his thighs, working their way up to drag away the fabric keeping me from what I want more than anything. That smooth, solid stretch of luscious flesh rises up, so hard in my grip, stiffening more as I wrap one finger at a time around the base of him. Dragging my lips around his head, I prolong the inevitable.

I can’t resist tasting him.

He’s too fucking delicious.

My tongue glides down as I open as wide as I can, taking him in one inch at a time, letting my lips brush against the sides of him.

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