Page 26 of Room One Hundred and Eleven

“Hmm?” She’s dazed, floating on the desire we’ve stoked in her already.

“We understand you’re a virgin, but do you put anything in this pretty pussy?” I run my hand lightly between her legs, her damp peach fuzz teasing my skin.

She whimpers and arches toward my glancing contact. “Just tampons.”

“Take it slow.” Carter is thinking exactly what I’m thinking, as usual. “Fingers first. And when she’s ready, I’ll take over.”

Fuck her. That’s what he means.

Be the first to possess her. To feel her from the inside out. Her cunt hugging his dick.

For once in the seven years we’ve been together, I’m envious of him.

“Go ahead.” He slaps my ass, spurring me on. “You’re going to kiss her some more while you do it.”

“Why can’t I?” Knox moves aside reluctantly.

“Because I need your mouth for something else.” Carter grimaces when Knox instinctively shifts lower, his face in alignment with our partner’s crotch. “Not that.”

Poppy groans as if she’s disappointed.

“Don’t worry, beauty.” Carter smirks. “You’ll like this better.”

“Doubt it,” she grumbles, making us all laugh.

Not every woman is secure enough, or gets off on, watching us enjoy each other.

“Knox, turn around. Get your knees on either side of her head and your face in that pretty pussy. Eat her while Aiden spreads her open. Get her good and wet for my cock.” He smacks it against his taut, muscled abs.

Our beauty doesn’t protest. Why should she?

Knox’s mouth would win medals, if there were sex Olympics.

He can make me shoot down his throat in record time when he wants.

But most times he likes to play with his food.

Tonight especially.

Everything is slow. Measured. Drawn out and gluttonous.

We’re wallowing in pleasure and enjoying every bit of it as Poppy discovers each new level of rapture.

Knox kisses his way from her collarbones down her middle as I stretch out along her side.

“Give those tits some attention.” Carter grips Knox’s hair again to guide our friend’s mouth where he wants it.

The lucky bastard gets to feel the pressure of Carter’s fist tugging his hair. It’s one of my favorite things of all time.

Tonight, though, I wouldn’t trade it for sipping from Poppy’s lips. I’m swallowing each of her sighs and gasps as I circle her core and Knox sucks on her breasts.

We’re dancing around and around the highlights but drawing ever closer to our targets.

After some amount of time known only to him, Carter smacks Knox’s ass. “Keep going.”

His groan of regret is echoed by Poppy’s around my tongue when he lets her nipple go with a wet pop. It isn’t long before his trail of kisses down her center catches the tips of my fingers massaging our beauty’s pussy.

“Let him taste her.” Carter curses beneath his breath as I feed first one finger and then another to our lover. Knox draws on them, sucking her slickness from my hand.

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