Page 17 of Extraction Play

“Shit, I’m sorry, Fin.” She kneeled. “Let me get something to clean you up.”

Meg slipped out from Pixie’s ass nice and slow, but she was so floaty she barely felt anything. Without Eva’s pussy in her face, her gaze drifted to Fin beneath her—who had gotten caught in the spray.

“Is Niagara Falls between your thighs or some shit? Damn, woman,” Fin said, even though their eyes bounced with amusement.

Hot. That had been so fucking hot. Pixie had slept with a lot of people through the years, but she’d never had a woman squirt on her face.

Tonight should’ve been a chance to excise Eva from her system once and for all. But the gentle yet stern way she’d handled her, the humiliation that dripped from her lips, the taste of her pussy, and how Eva had come all over her face—fuck, Pixie wanted more.

Chapter Seven

Eva reeled from the orgasm that had knocked her off her axis as she grabbed the towels Meg offered. The woman still had the harness strapped around her waist, the dildo glistening with lube. Eva wiped between her dripping thighs, since she tended to be a splash zone, and tugged her panties and leggings back on, then helped Fin with the other towel.

Meg and Fin working Pixie over had been hotter than she could ever have imagined. Pixie’s cries, her lashes fluttering in bliss as she soared in subspace. The woman was the perfect sub, and the way she’d unraveled would get filed away in Eva’s spank banks permanently. Her cheeks burned from blasting her cum over both Pixie and Fin though. She kneeled next to Fin, who’d pushed up from where they sat.

Pixie all but slumped over at their side, but Meg swept in and scooped her up. Eva’s heart twisted. She wanted to be the one to give aftercare, even though two other dominants had been involved.

“Let me help,” Eva said, reaching over with a towel. Fin’s shirt was splattered with her cum, and even though they’d all gotten close and personal tonight, a wave of embarrassment prickled through her.

Fin shook their head as they accepted the towel. “I’ve got it, sweets. And no getting all shy on us. That was hot as shit. Anytime you want to play, babe, let me know.”

Eva arched a brow. “I can’t imagine you’ll be submitting anytime soon.”

“Oh hell no,” Fin said, waggling their brows. “Doesn’t mean I’m not down for a quick vanilla fuck now and again. Getting to make you gush like that would be satisfaction alone.”

Eva swallowed hard, heat rising to her cheeks. Her ex had been embarrassed she was a squirter, but then again, by the end of their relationship, she’d never come by his hand anyway. However, Pixie’s mouth on her clit—fuck, it had coaxed her to orgasm so fast she could barely believe it. And despite the way there had been four of them in the scene, she and Pixie had continued to gravitate toward one another. Just like they had from the start.

Meg had extricated herself from her harness and brought Pixie over to the nearest empty couch. On the other couch, Sloan was lying facedown on Nolan’s lap, and Nolan carded his fingers through Sloan’s thick blond waves. He still had Nolan’s cock in his mouth, but whether he’d already come or not was debatable.

When Nolan caught Eva’s curious gaze, a wan smile rose to his lips. “He likes to keep my cock warm.”

Well, fuck. Her whole body heated, and a part of her couldn’t help but imagine if she was on the couch with Pixie between herthighs. The focus of her thoughts lay curled up next to Meg, her eyes closed. Like that, there was an innocence to her features that was a total contradiction to all the filthy things they’d done. After the way Pixie had been worked from top to bottom, Eva figured she was pretty wrung out.

The need to take care of her, to wrap her in a blanket and get her home, rose to an unbearable itch under her skin.

Eva settled on the opposite side of Pixie and placed a hand on her leg. “Hey,” she said, keeping her voice gentle. “How are you feeling?”

“Mmm,” Pixie murmured, a hazy, fucked-out grin curving her pretty lips. Eva’s heart thumped hard, and a longing swelled inside her to lean over and kiss her. Which was ridiculous, considering everything they’d done together. Their foursome had been part of a scene. A kiss? That was more intimate than she’d planned for.

“Did you get to come?” Pixie sweetly asked Meg.

“I’m saving all that buildup for my husband tonight.” Meg flashed a wicked grin. “Tristan will be home soon, and I’m going to fuck his brains out.”

“Sounds nice.” Pixie let out a happy sigh, snuggling against Meg again, even though her legs tipped against Eva. Eva stroked down Pixie’s leg as another shuddering sigh escaped the gorgeous woman.

Fin plunked beside Eva. “If everyone else is done sceneing for the night, I’m playing some motherfucking Tetris.”

“Be my guest.” Meg gestured at the flatscreen on the opposite side of the room.

Just as fast as they’d sat down, they hopped up again and turned on the console tucked onto one of the shelves beneath the flatscreen. Eva hadn’t paid attention to the setup, too stunned by the dramatic chandelier overhead and the wide array of kink furniture by the walls.

“Count me in on that action,” Nolan called over to Fin. “I’m sure once Sloan’s finished, he’ll want to play too.”

Pixie had grown quiet, as if she contemplated, her gaze darkening. Eva probably wouldn’t have noticed if she wasn’t scrutinizing every action from this woman.

“I think I’ll head home,” Pixie said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m spent after that.”

Meg furrowed her brows. “You know the drill. I’m not leaving you sans aftercare.”

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