Page 79 of Bullet

She flipped her hair and laughed. “Behave or no reward.”

I glanced down at Bullet’s lap. The snap of his jeans was undone, the head of his cock escaped the waistband, and the steel bar in the glistening dome caught the light. My mouth salivated. I hadn’t gotten on my knees for him, not while the image of Scarlett sucking him off still lived in my memory.

I wasn’t going to let her between us now. With my hands on Bullet’s shoulders, I spun to the front of the chair and lifted my leg over his lap.

I might have the grace and movements of a ballerina, but Gabi had legs for miles. When she danced over Torch, it was art with long lines and angles. But then she stumbled and crashed onto his lap. He gripped her hips to balance her.

“Fuck, dude, that’s touching.” Bullet pointed at Torch.

“My old lady is going to land on her ass if I don’t help her.”

Gabi snorted and pushed his hands away. “That’s it. One more word out of your mouth, and I’m going to gag you.”

“Let’s negotiate,” he said with a teasing grin. “What’s the punishment if I touch?”

“I kick your ass in the basement,” Bullet snapped.

“Rule four,” Gabi interrupted. “No talking. Now, shut the fuck up.”

I leaned into Bullet. “You’re not going to be able to talk with your mouth full of pussy.” I started my movements slow in order for Gabi to copy me. I swiveled my hips in a figure eight, hitting a hard count when my pelvis neared his groin. Once she had the moves, I focused on Bullet, lifting the T-shirt just enough to give him a glimpse of my pussy.

Reaching between my legs, I slid my fingers along my slit and moaned as I dipped into my channel. With my fingers wet with cream, I painted his lips. He reached for my wrist then paused, growled, and dropped his hands to his sides. “You’re killing me.”

“That earns a reward,” I whispered into his ear.

Bullet

Fucking hell. Why had I agreed to this? I didn’t want to share her, not her dances, her breathy whimpers, or the sweet scent of her arousal. She was fucking mine.

She had me hypnotized with the sway of her hips, and the shadows and lights creating a kaleidoscope of color across her face. Her fingers gripped my thighs as she inched back and bent over my lap.

“Ah fuck.” Her tongue swiped across the tip of my dick. She hummed, flipped her head up, and slowly dragged her tongue across her lip. “Don’t fucking stop, brown eyes. Be a good girl and suck my cock.”

“What if I don’t want to be a good girl?” She leaned in and kissed me. My mouth opened for her. The kiss was hot, wet, and messy. And over too quickly. I wanted to grip her hips, set her over my lap, and slam her down on my cock. Instead, I mourned the heat of her body as she slid off me. Standing between my thighs, she lifted her arms over her head and rolled her hips.

Pivoting, she faced away from me. The song’s tempo changed. With a seductive glance over her shoulder, she straddled the outside of my thighs, braced her hands on my knees, and arched her back.

“Bad girls get rewarded, too.” Unable to resist her perfect ass, I lifted the shirt, exposing the taut muscle of her buttocks. With an open palm, I smacked her, then gently rubbed the sting.

She moaned, and her gaze shifted to Torch. He had his hands clasped behind his back to keep from touching Gabi as she swiveled her hips.

“Open your mouth,” she said to him.

When the fuck had she grabbed the whiskey? She tipped the bottle to her lips, then leaned over his face, and dribbled the shot into his mouth.

I grunted, gripped Stormy’s neck, and forced her eyes back to me. Fuck if I was going to let her look at anyone but me. “Eyes right here.”

A slow smile curled her lips. Turning around, she then straddled my lap and opened her mouth over mine. Her tongue glided against mine as she sucked on my mouth. Lips meshed, her pussy rocked against the hard ridge of my cock, and her hands mapped my chest, her nails clawed my shoulders, and her palms skated off the edge to grip my biceps.

“You broke the rules,” she whispered.

“I’m known to be a rule breaker. Are you going to punish me?”

“Yes. Your punishment is to watch me come.”

“Christ.” Fuck her rules. I gripped her hips, helping her rock against me.

Faster. Harder. Breathy gasps gusted over her slightly parted lips. My girl was using me. Jizz leaked from my cock, and my balls were crushed beneath her.

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