Page 130 of Unforgettable

“Cielo,” I said to Amanda, effectively breaking the trance I’d put her in with the steady cadence of my hand. “Top drawer of my nightstand to your right. Grab the bottle.”

She fumbled for the drawer and fished out the bottle of lube I knew was right on top.

She tossed it to the end of the bed and lay back on the pillows, her legs still spread.

“You’re so perfect,” I said, and she glowed in the wake of my praise.

I took Josh’s hand in mine and led him to the dark leather chair next to my bed. Amanda’s eyes never left us as we stalked to her left, and I pointed for Josh to sit. There was a slight concern on his face, but when I kneeled in front of him and urged his hips to the edge of the chair, it was completely erased.

His hands tightly gripped the arms of the chair, showing off the impressive veins running up his fingers and the length of his forearms. Staring down at me, he waited so patiently for what I had planned.

I placed a light kiss on the engorged head of his cock and licked the drop of precum. He tasted just as I remembered. And I couldn’t resist. I wanted to go slow, and it was my intention to do so, but the moment the flavor exploded on my tongue, it wasn’t a possibility.

I wrapped my lips around him and slid lower, trying to remember what I liked, what I noticed Josh liked while Amanda had him in her mouth. But I didn’t need to remember like I thought I would. It was like second nature having Josh’s cock against my tongue.

Each groan, moan and mumbled curse spurred me on, and I took him deeper. I set a pace that I would have thought was perfect to keep him on the edge. Right where I wanted him because there was so much more I had planned.

I pumped and sucked him hard, trying to swallow around his length. He was firm and long, and on my final pass, I bared my teeth just enough to scrape them against the smooth skin of his shaft. His hips bucked up into my mouth, searching for further relief, but I pulled off.

My hands continued working him, though. One swiveled up and down around his shaft, and the other cupped his balls, hanging heavily between his thighs.

“I want to try something, okay?”

In a desire-drunk haze, he nodded, his eyes flitting between my hand around his shaft and my face. For several seconds, I held his gaze, looking for further consent. “Say it.”

“Yes.” It was clear and confident and all I needed.

I reached for the lube on the table and spread a small amount of the cold liquid over my fingers. My eyes found Amanda’s, watching us intently and silently fuming. I couldn’t imagine how frustrated she was to not partake.

A warm flush decorated her cheeks, and she squirmed on the bed. “You’re so hot together. I want to watch you all the time, but this is torture.”

“Something to think about next time you want to eavesdrop.”

Her argument died on her tongue when I returned to my position between Josh’s spread legs. I wasted no time running my left hand up his thigh, enjoying the tickle of his dark-blond hair against my palm, before wrapping his cock in a punishing grip. His eyes flared, and his jaw slackened. And I was eager to push him further.

My right hand slipped below his balls, but my eyes didn’t leave his face. I watched his jaw slowly shut along with his eyes the moment I found his ass. In teasingly soft strokes, I circled the tight hole, never once changing the tempo of my strokes around his dick while I got him used to feeling me—or anything—at his entrance.

His breaths came out in short, panting gasps and between his teeth, he held his plump bottom lip hostage.

So slowly, I added pressure and tested the waters. Josh’s features tightened, and I hesitated to continue until his legs widened even farther. I pressed harder and breached the first ring of muscles when he breathed a curse and popped his eyes open.

“Fuck,” he muttered at the same time Amanda cursed behind me. “More.”

“Fuck yes.” My finger pulsed inside of him, his ass clenching around me and pulling me in deeper. He was warm and tight, and I couldn’t fucking wait to feel him around my cock.

I pushed my finger farther until I was finally knuckle deep, and I groaned as it disappeared. His balls were heavy between his cock and my hand, and I intentionally pressed against his inner walls. The stretch was so good, and his eyes were locked on where my hand disappeared between his legs.

I intentionally flexed my finger and drug it against his upper wall. I knew the moment I hit that glorious spot because his hips flew off the chair in one swift motion.

My opposite arm banded around his waist and pressed him back down into the leather as I stroked the softer, firmer spot only a few inches inside of him.

“What the fuck? Holy shit. Holyshit,” he breathed out and did his best to thrust himself down harder on my finger, even with my arm over his waist.

I added a second finger and repeated each step. Enjoying the stretch of his body around my digits, I eased in two fingers and fisted his cock once again. He was as hard as fucking stone, and I was right there with him.

My fingers pressed against that electrifying spot as my mouth lowered over the crown of his cock, proudly dripping with precum and aching for more.

“Oh, fuck. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.” Around him, my mouth didn’t stutter at an unrelenting pace, licking the length of him and sucking him to the back of my mouth. And my fingers were still buried deep, pumping in and out of his ass and pressing deliciously into him.

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