Page 18 of Bells

She rubbed her clit. “So? Maybe I want them to see you eating me out.”

I let out a huff of laughter. “Well, I don’t want my friends seeing your pussy—”

“If your face is buried in it, they won’t see,” she said softly.

I smiled as I watched her rub herself. She did have a point.

“Please? It turns me on that we might get caught. I want to come so badly,” she continued in a soft, pleading whisper.

Fuck it.

I pushed her hand away and buried my face in her wet heat and lapped at her. She moaned softly, spreading her legs wider for me.

She tugged my rubber band out of my hair and it cascaded around me before she twisted her fingers in it and gripped tightly, her hips jutting up to meet my mouth, a soft moan coming off her lips.

“Sin,” she called out. “More. Faster.”

I ate faster, my tongue flicking along her clit. I knew my tongue ring drove her nuts, so I varied my movements with it until she was smashing her pussy in my face and riding it hard and fast.

She came with a shout as I buried two fingers deep in her heat.

I lazily licked at her for a few more moments before her body went limp and she released me, her legs spread wide and her pussy bared for anyone who came in to see.

I grabbed her panties and shimmied them up her legs and put them back in place. She gave me a pout when I pulled her skirt back down.

“What?” I asked, sitting next to her on the couch and bringing her into my arms.

“Why do you always try to keep me covered?”

“The guys might come in.”

“So?” She looked up at me. “You guys screw Melanie together and other girls—”

I frowned at her. “They’re not you, Bells. And I haven’t fucked anyone in months. Not since we started seeing each other.”

“I’m just saying it’s not a big deal if they see. Church is supposed to be home by now. Would it matter if he saw?”

I crinkled my brows as I stared down at her. “Do you want Church to see me eating you out? Or for him to see your pussy?”

She shrugged. “I’m not opposed to it.”

I blinked in confusion at her, trying to gather my thoughts.

“Bells, I’m not going to share you. I love you. You’re my girl. Church has his own women. He’s not getting mine.”

She chewed her bottom lip for a moment. “Never?”

“No. Why the fuck would I let him see you?” I demanded, my anger blossoming.

“To spice it up! To have some fun,” she said, her eyes flashing at me as she sat up. “You're always doing this. Starting fights with me.”

“What?” I stared in disbelief at her. “I just ate you out and was holding you. You’re the one—”

She rolled her eyes. “Typical Sinclair. Blamingmefor somethingyoudid.”

“What? I didn’t fucking do anything—”

“I just want to have some fun.”

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