Page 57 of Trouble

“God, I hope so,” she says as she settles with her thighs on either side of my head and clutches the headboard.

Digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, I pull her down and lick up the mess she made while she ground against me. The taste of her, sweet and tinged with arousal, has me lapping and licking and grunting.

With her head thrown back, she moans and bucks against my face.

Okay, definitely more than attracted to Melina. Her whimpers, the taste of her against my tongue, her scent, every detail, every part of her, is magic. I’m obsessed. The ache building inside me as I continue working her over isn’t from my need to fuck her. No, it’s from this desperate need to keep her. For this to be more.

Whatever the fuck that looks like when she’s dating my best friend.

“You enjoy his tongue, Trouble? Like knowing that I won’t makeyou choose? That the idea of you riding my best friend’s face has me rock hard?” he taunts her.

She eats up every word, her clit pulsing. When I guide her hips a little higher and slide two fingers inside her, bending them until they’re at just the right angle, she shatters around me, squeezing my fingers tight as her warmth drips down my hand and coats my tongue.

“I need your cock, Dec. Need it so bad.”

Cade laughs. “Hear that, Dec? She needsyourcock. Your cum. She needs you to fill her up.”

Cheeks burning, I slide her down my body. I will myself to ignore the way my every cell heats when Cade talks to me. Not justtalks. Dirty talks. Filthy.

He’s such a filthy boy.

And I fucking love it.

Melina peers down at me, green eyes dark and needy, and for a moment, everything else fades away. My thoughts. My confusion. My stress.

Silence blankets us. Even Cade, who isn’t here to feel the palpable connection tethering us.

Lips tilted slightly, she presses her mouth to mine. It’s a soft kiss. Gentle. We remain like that, our breath one shared, singular thing. Finally, she slides her tongue between our lips and licks at mine, tasting herself on me.

I bite down gently, holding her tongue there. Her green eyes widen and ignite. Still holding her tongue in place, I give it a lick. She wiggles her hips, trying to roll herself in a way that’ll force me to slide inside her, each move more desperate than the last.

She’s certainly wet enough for it to happen. And I’m definitely hard enough.

“Holy fuck, what’s happening over there?” Cade pleads, like he can feel the tension growing thick in this bedroom.

Before she can respond, I press my lips against hers hard, keeping this moment between the two of us, and buck up into her heat. She grinds down, taking me inch by desperate inch until I hit the most inner part of her.

Her.

Melina.

My best friend’s girl.

The woman I intend to make mine.

Releasing her hips, I still, waiting for her to fill him in.

Tell him that I’ve taken her bare. Or maybe that she’s taken me bare.

Either way, I’m inside her, thrusting up slowly, every inch of my cock surrounded in her warmth.

Her pussy flutters, and her eyes gleam.

She loves this silent game too.

“You guys are killing me. I’m taking the turn now.”

The image of him walking in and finding her riding me almost sends me over the edge. Fuck, it’s impossible not to create visions of the three of us. Him in the doorway, her coming with my cock deep inside her.

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