Page 97 of Brazen Mistakes

I can’t help showering kisses across her back, down her spine, across her shoulder blades. God. I could kiss this girl forever.

RJ finally pulls back, and together we strip the rest of her clothes off, and his breath catches. As it’s exactly what I feel every time I look at her, I can’t fault him. Absolutely perfect. For all of us.

He yanks off his shirt and I drag Clara and myself back across the bed, making space for him on the other side of her. He pauses, then strips naked, and I take the hint and getmyself in the same state. Then we’re sandwiched together, lips and hands, hushed voices, and the sweetest sighs from Clara.

I’m pulled into the trance she makes for me, time disappearing as I get lost in the scent of her, the swift changes from soft touches to teeth and then back to lips, the way she gives herself over entirely to her pleasure. And I get to help her get there.

I nip at her hip, and she whines, making RJ chuckle. “What’s the plan?” he asks, one hand cradling her face as he looks down at me.

“What sounds good to you?” I ask, Clara running her hands over his chest while smiling down at me.

“Mmm,” he says, as Clara makes her way down his body, and the plan’s set.

I hop out of the bed, pulling the chair to the edge, touching the mattress. “Chair or bed?” I ask RJ.

His brows furrow, but then he sits at the edge of the bed, and I take the chair. “Beautiful, you game?” I ask.

She grins, slinking to the floor and crawling on her knees between us. “Only if I get some reciprocity.”

“Of course.”

“Then I’m game.”

Her fingers wrap around my dick, and I groan, not even trying to hold back how good this feels. How good this is going to be.

The second her lips close around RJ’s dick, his eyes slam shut, fingers clenching the bedspread. As his head falls back, a flare of jealousy spikes. He’s getting those sweet lipswrapped around him first, but I know my girl is fair. I’ll get my turn.

And watching Clara peering up at him through her eyelashes, gauging his reactions, while never loosening her grip on me, well, not only is it impressive, but it’s also super hot.

“Shit,” I say, not able to stop watching the two of them.

RJ leans forward, pushing her hair back from her face before glancing at me.

Clara pulls back, shuffles the few inches to me, and then our roles are reversed.

“Watching’s hot, right?” he asks, before she must do something with her fist that makes him groan, while her tongue rubs on the underside of my dick, making my ability to answer near impossible. So instead, I nod while running my fingers through her hair, wanting to somehow make her hot mouth even better, even if I’m sure that’s impossible.

With my hands deep in her curls, she swallows around me, my tip pressing into the back of her throat, making me pant. Her eyes water, but she looks up at me with what must be pride as I moan, my fingers digging into her scalp.

She does it again, and again, and I’m already so fucking close.

But then, with a glint that only shows when she’s looking for trouble, she pulls back, her warm hand taking the place of those gorgeous lips, and I know I’m not getting to come. Not yet, at least.

RJ gets the same treatment, her fist keeping me close to the edge, but not letting me topple over, the buzz under my skin wanting more, faster, while the rest of me falls into someweird space like when I meditate, and suddenly, the torture is glorious.

I wrap one of her curls around my fingers, rocking into her touch.

RJ doesn’t seem to be doing much better than me, his hands now braced on either side of her face, and there’s a combination of desperation and adoration that I can wholly understand.

Clara goes to pull away, and in a move that surprises me, RJ doesn’t let go. Clara shivers before her body goes nearly slack, her fist almost too tight on me as she works RJ over until he comes with a shout. Which is legit unexpected for a guy as quiet as he is.

Watching as Clara takes it, swallowing it down, her gaze on RJ’s, it should probably make me feel something other than seriously impressed with her, awed even, but fuck what’s expected. I’ve never followed norms. Why would this be any different?

There’s something powerful here, in what we’re building.

But Idowant my turn.

I wrap my fist around Clara’s, and her stroking stills, her grip almost brutal, and I groan.

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