Page 232 of Forbidden Lessons

I break off the kiss, the heat on my face intensifying, and it has nothing to do with friction or lust—it’s shame.

Haven’s lips tremble, her breath sighing out of her in disappointment.

Rooke grabs my hair like he’s grabbing hers, and he starts pushing me down, and Jesus, he wants me to suck his dick? Is that the price I have to pay for this?

I’m fighting him, because I don’t know if I want it, if I wanthim, if I wantanythingbut Haven’s sweet mouth and the pussy I’ve been fantasizing about since?—

But he’s still wearing his sweatpants, and he’s pushing me between Haven’s legs, not his. And then wrenching me up when I go too low, because what the fuck do I know about eating pussy? I’ve never fucking done it before.

Haven’s gasp when my mouth closes over her clit feels like a pleasure punch right in my fucking groin. I moan at her taste, at her soft, slippery skin, at the way she rolls her hips.

“Start slow, no teeth. Use your tongue,” Rooke whispers above me, a sex therapist who’s sold his soul to the devil. “Listen to her. Let her tell you what she likes.”

And fuck, he’s right.

She’s silent, barely moving until I flick my tongue against the little engorged bud of flesh above her pussy, and she bucks into me, moaning, her collar rattling.

Clink.

So I do it again, and again. Until her legs are quivering beside me, and her moans are strangled and weak.

My one hand was still on her breast, but Rooke lays his hand on top of mine and drags it down her body, between her legs.

“Add a finger, just up to the knuckle. Slow, not hard. She’ll tell you if she likes that.”

His voice is so seductive, so authoritative, that I don’t even think to question him. I follow his instruction to the letter, and Haven rewards me with a little kitten mewl of pleasure, her head rolling from side to side.

Clink, clink.

“She likes that,” Rooke murmurs.

I glance up without stopping. Rooke runs a thumb over Haven’s bottom lip and slides his thumb inside her mouth, then switches it out with all four of his fingers.

Haven gags, turns her head away, and Rooke’s smiling darkly when he looks down at me and our eyes lock. “Is she wet?”

I nod.

“Are you hard yet?”

I push up onto my elbows, wiping the back of my hand over my mouth.

Shake my head.

Rooketsks. “Then I guess you’ll just have to watch.”

Chapter 72

Bastian

When I center myself above Haven, Kai falls to the side without a fight, mouth still open in surprise.

I tilt my head. “Were you planning on fucking her with a limp dick?”

The color on his cheeks deepens, but he doesn’t drop his head. Doesn’t look away. He’s grown bolder now that he’s tasted his lover’s lips. And her pussy.

But not bold enough to take what he thinks is rightfully his. Although I do wish he’d try.

“No one’s fucking me,” Haven says.

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