Page 47 of The Best Number

I moan in agreement around his cock.

“Then hold tight.”

Both of his hands cup the back of my head as he saws his cock in and out of my lips. With each thrust, he goes deeper, and it’s not long before his cock is hitting the back of my throat. I moan around him as wetness floods between my legs.Why is this such a turn on?He brushes my hair back from my face with one hand and pauses his thrusts.

“Trust me?”

I nod around his erection, filling my mouth.

“Then let’s take this through to your bed. I have an idea.” He helps me from the floor, taking a moment to hang the towels up before guiding me through to the bedroom.

“You’re going to sit on my face and I’m going to eat your pussy while you suck on my cock.”

He lays down and guides me to straddle his head so I’m facing his toes. It feels a little awkward getting in place, but Tom gives a clear moan of approval as my wet pussy hovers above his face.

“Come closer, Cassidy.” He grips my buttocks, tugging me down, so I’m seated on his face. I gasp as his mouth makes contact with my pussy.

“I’m going to squash you,” I declare, worried about how he will breathe. He pulls away with a husky laugh.

“Baby, you’re not going to squash me, you’re going to suck me.” He places a hand on my back, easing me forward until myhead meets his crotch. His cock bobs as I get nearer, as if it’s waving an enthusiastic hello.

I squirm a little to get the position lined up, bracing myself on a forearm before fisting his cock and feeding it into my mouth. As I suck him, he groans. I feel every single vibration through my cunt.Fuck, that feels good.When I moan in return, he shifts his hips, trying to thrust his dick deeper into my mouth.

I become lost in sensation, unsure where he finishes and I start. He switches his attention between my clit where he rubs his tongue in circles that send me wild and thrusts his tongue inside me. I double my efforts with his cock, relaxing enough to take him nice and deep. His cock hits the back of my throat.

We each hum and moan as my orgasm builds all the way from my toes. It’s impossible to concentrate on his pleasure while his mouth is driving me wild. I’m able to hold his cock deep in my throat and move slightly to give him some friction.

I tremble all over and couldn’t quieten my moans if someone paid me to. I grind shamelessly on his face, my need for release curling round my core. The orgasm washes over me, my pussy dripping all over him. That seems to set him off—he repeatedly thrusts, pushing my deep-throating skills to the limit before the warm release of his salty cum pours from him.

I am completely done. I don’t even know how to move right now. A groan rumbles from him as I ease my mouth from his cock. I kiss the tip before using my hands to push myself up on my knees so I’m on all fours. I look down between my legs, watching as Tom reaches up to give my clit a final kiss.

“Good girl. You take it so well.”

If I hadn’t just come all over his face, that would be the thing that would set me off. This man is dangerous.

He helps me turn around before I collapse beside him. He reaches out an arm, tugging me into his side, kissing my forehead as he does. His chin is glistening with my juices.

“I’m sorry I made a mess of your face.” I blush, biting my lip.

“Cassidy, I love making you come. You making a mess of my face shows me I did a good job.” He adds another kiss to my forehead.

As he pulls away, someone bangs on the door. We look at each other and I sigh as I get up. So much for chilling out after my orgasm and the best 69 of my life. I put on a robe I keep on the hook on the bedroom door and make my way to the front door.

A look through the peephole confirms my assumption. I swing the door open with a sated smile on my face. Jack stands facing me, his hair sticking up in all different directions as if he’s been pulling it with his fingers.

Chapter twenty-one

Cassidy

“You okay, babe?” I ask him, reaching out to grab his hand and bring him inside.

“Neither of you were answering your phones. I was knocking for ages.” He runs his hands through his hair again. He’s wearing smart tailored shorts and a button-up short sleeve shirt. Sunglasses perch on top of his head and fancy flip flops grace his feet. He looks preppy-hot, all dressed up for brunch.

“We were a little busy. Sorry, I don’t even know where my phone is.” I look around and see it on the coffee table.

Tom makes an appearance at my bedroom door, naked. “Hey, Jack,” he says as he leans against the doorframe, folding his arms across his chest. I look between the two men. There’s an internal conversation going on that I’m not party to. And it feels like it might be a little hostile.

I run a hand down Jack’s bulging bicep that pokes out from his shirt sleeve. He’s mirroring Tom’s folded arm pose, although he’s standing straight up with his legs planted in a wide stance.

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