Page 17 of Rut Bar

“More,” I tell him. “I want you deeper.” My nails dig into his shoulder as I use him for balance and lift my foot from his thigh to drape it over his other shoulder. The new position opens me up and spreads my slick folds for him to worship as he works to obey me.

His tongue slicks down to my hole and pushes in, and my head hits the wall as my eyes slide shut and a groan rips out of me. There’s no sting or stretch like there would be with an alpha’s cock, only a gentle filling that’s enough to ease the growing ache inside me. His nose rubs against my clit as he feasts and spears me with his tongue in a pantomime of fucking.

My hand goes into his hair and I whimper as my pelvis tightens with the first inkling of my building release. My fingers tangle and tighten in his locks, pulling enough to remind him who’s in charge without hurting him. His tongue fucks me faster, the hot and heavy puff of his breath against me making my clit throb in time with every exhalation.

“I’m close.”So close.“Don’t stop.” My focus on the world narrows until the pleasure building between my legs is the only thing that matters. The incessant need for release can’t be ignored or denied. We’re too far gone to stop.

The creak of the bathroom door opening doesn’t bother my lust-drunk mind. Footsteps on tile are enough to make me glance up as Anthony steps into the bathroom while my world unravels.

My walls clamp down on Jamie’s tongue and I forget how to breathe as I come with a cry that turns into a ragged moan. My ankle wobbles as I struggle to maintain my balance on these heels. If the wall wasn’t at my back and Jamie wasn’t half propping me up, I might keel right over and curl up for a good, long nap once my pussy stops quivering.

Bright blue eyes fringed by impossibly long dark lashes stare at me while my body spasms with aftershocks, my clit throbbing against Jamie’s face as he licks me clean. Anthony smiles as he looks over at us and takes in the sight we make. “He’s good with his mouth.”

Fuck. We’re caught.In my distraction, I forgot Anthony might still be here.What should I do?

“Isn’t he?” Anthony asks, one brow arching.

“What?” I grab the hem of my skirt and tug it down to cover myself.

Jamie leans back on his heels and smiles up at us, his face slick with my fluids and his smile wide. “She tastes good.”

“Oh?” Anthony asks. “I want a taste.” He grins.

ChapterFive

VERONICA

I slidemy leg off Jamie’s shoulder and tug my skirt down to cover myself as he leans up, his big body stretching. Anthony meets him halfway, and they press their mouths together in an open, sloppy kiss. Their tongues tangle as Anthony laps my arousal from Jamie’s lips and mouth.

Anthony pulls away, smiling. “Hmm. Nowthatis what I’d call decadent,” Anthony says. He presses one last kiss to Jamie’s mouth. “Hey, babe.”

“Hey.”

Then Anthony stands up straight and turns his attention to me. With one arm leaned against the wall over my head, he leans in and gives me a Cheshire grin. “Did he do a good job?”

With my preheat hormones satisfied, guilt and doubt creep back in and make me hesitant. This was a lapse in judgment. It never should have happened. Especially since they’re dating.

So fucking irresponsible. I know better than to trust a guy’s word that their partner’s cool with it.Whatever the fallout is, I deserve it for thinking with my pussy.“He did.”

Anthony nods. “He’s good with his hands, but he’s even better with his mouth.” The sound of a belt buckle clinking open is loud in the otherwise silent room.

I glance down and watch Anthony unbutton and unzip his black jeans. He’s not wearing underwear. He frees his cock and fists the base, sliding his hand up and down the shaft to plump it. It’s average in thickness for a beta, but long, with a slender ruddy head that flares at the corona. My breath catches at the sight of the silver piercing looped through the opening. A bead of clear pre-cum is already pearling at his pierced tip. I’ve never been with a guy who was pierced down there before.

“What are you doing?”

“He’s good at sucking cock too, aren’t you, babe?” Anthony asks.

“I am. I’m a good cocksucker.”

Jamie leans toward Anthony. He doesn’t flinch when Anthony taps that pierced cock against his lips three times until the pre-cum dribbles and smears. He opens and sucks the tip into his mouth, his eyes going half-lidded, and then he bobs with practiced, familiar movements.

Anthony sighs and his hips cant back and forth as they find their rhythm. But his eyes are on me as he fucks his boyfriend’s mouth on the floor of Rut’s bathroom.

“He’s so pretty with a cock in his mouth, isn’t he?” Anthony asks.

I squirm under the attention, unsure of what to say. So I settle on the truth. “He’s beautiful.”

I watch Jamie suck on that cock. His cheeks hollow, and Anthony grunts. They make wet, slurping sounds together. And then my view is obscured as Anthony leans in and hovers his mouth over mine, close enough to feel his breath on my lips without them touching. My heart knocks against my ribs and my breathing shallows as he waits.

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