Page 58 of Blue Moon Mistress

“You’re certain?”

I nod. “We might be witches, but we use some more new-fangled methods too. That means I know everything about my DNA. Couldn’t be a werewolf. I could probably go vampire if one of them sank their teeth in me.”

“Well, we won’t let that happen.”

“I know.” I kiss Johnny’s jaw where Joshua had gripped it. “But you four can bite to your heart’s content.”

The next words, I whisper to Johnny, loud enough that everyone can hear, “I like it.”

I take his hand and suck his fingers into my mouth, tasting myself as I watch his eyes go round, his pupils darken with lust.

And maybe it’s my turn to do the teasing.

Eyes locked on his, I sink down to my knees. My fingers curl over the band of his basketball shorts. A gentle tug later, Johnny’s just as naked as I am.

I lick my lips as I take the weight of him in my palm. “So soft.” I stroke him once. “So hard.”

When I look up to meet his eyes, his jaw is clenched, the muscles twitching. This is a torture I don’t mind inflicting.

His eyes flick away from me for a bare moment and that’s all the warning I get before Thomas nudges my knees apart and slides beneath me, stubble grazing my thigh. I look down, but he’s not looking at my face.

Johnny places his fingers under my chin and, with gentle hands, leads my lips to his cock. “Don’t get distracted, wicked girl.”

And distraction is exactly what it is when Thomas’ hands grip my thighs and he covers me with one long lick. I gasp and squeeze Johnny a little harder than I mean to.

But I immediately kiss it and make it better. And when I look up at Johnny, his smile is more wicked than I feel.

I don’t see it for long.

Sliding my lips over him, I watch as his eyes flutter closed and he drops his head back, groaning and muttering something I can’t quite make out.

But I don’t feel coherent anymore, either.

My eyes fall shut as Thomas starts tongue fucking me and I can’t stop myself from rocking my hips against him. Can’t stop the moan that gets caught up around the cock in my mouth.

“Fuck, Thomas. Whatever you’re doing. Don’t fucking stop.” Johnny’s hand fists in my hair, like he’s holding on because he’s afraid he’ll fall.

I can only imagine the way we look to Joshua and Chase.

I want to look back at them, to see if they’re stroking their cocks… to reach out and see if they might let me stroke them instead. But Johnny’s grip is sinfully tight, and I have to hold onto his hip with one hand to keep myself stable, even as I use the other to keep myself from gagging.

Johnny’s fist tightens in my hair and he pulls me back, dragging me off him.

Still panting from Thomas’ attentions, I look up at Johnny, not bothering to hide my pout.

“Don’t think I don’t love it, but I fully intend to fill up that pretty pussy when I come.”

He steps back to get his shorts the rest of the way off, and I have to shift back to keep from falling forward.

Chase catches me and I look at him, and then Joshua over my shoulder. “Too many of us are still wearing clothes.

Thomas laughs beneath me, angling himself so he can get a better hold on my clit between his lips and I pull in a sharp breath of air.

But Chase doesn’t let me look down at him. Instead, hands in my hair, he pulls me back so I arch over Thomas, and as Chase kisses me, I understand why.

Thomas has shifted, and his tongue flicks over my clit in sharp little movements. Driving me higher.

Someone’s mouth covers my right nipple while Chase pinches the left and I feel so utterly exposed, so perfectly on display…

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