Page 44 of Her Males

What’s he doing?

My hips instinctively twitch into the mattress, my interest growing.

“You couldn’t wait for me to come back?” Gray chuckles, stepping into her room.

“I—” Charlie lets out a shaky breath and clears her throat. “Silas started it.”

She’s such a tattletale. Silas hums again, but this time, the noise is followed by the unmistakable sound of wetness. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and grab my pillow. Is he licking her?

My throat grows dry as I recall her taste.

Fuck.It feels like years ago that I had the opportunity to put my hands on her, and I’m thankful I had the bright idea to put my fingers in my mouth afterward.

“I’m going to talk to you about Aziel tonight,” Gray whispers, slight pauses between each of his words as he kisses her.

I freeze, my hips stilling.

I’m still fucking pissed they told her about our agreement.

“Stop bringing it up,” I hiss, knowing damn well they can hear me.

Both ignore me, and the muffled laughter from Gray has me fuming. Is nothing sacred in this house?

They find it appropriate to share my private business with her, but I wonder what Charlie would think if she knew they were putting on shows for me well before they got her permission.

“Is he listening?” she whispers.

My arousal grows at her attempt to keep me from hearing, and I shove a hand between my body and my mattress so I can take hold of myself. I bury my face into my pillow to muffle any noises as I curl my fingers around my cock.

Fuck.

“He’s got his hand wrapped around himself right now,” Gray answers her, “and the creaking of his bed tells me he’s fucking his fist listening to Silas lick you.”

Charlie gasps, and I strain to hear her heartbeat. I frown when I can’t find it. I want to know her body’s reaction to Gray’s words.

“That’s good, baby girl,” Gray moans.

Why’s he saying that? What’s she doing?

A low grunt slips from my lips as I shut my eyes and imagine Silas between her thighs. I bet her hands are in his hair, using it to guide his mouth.

She’d never get away with that if it were me.

“What’s she taste like?” I ask.

I push my hips forward and fuck my fist. The tip of my cock rubs against the sheets as I thrust, the friction drawing another quiet moan from my lips.

Charlie pants, her breathy noises only further spurring me on.

“You taste so fucking good, Charlie.” Silas moans, his words muffled. “You’re addictive.”

Gray quietly agrees. He’s not much of an observer like Silas, and I’m sure he’s assisting in some way. Gasps and moans accompany long kisses, and I hate not knowing exactly what they’re doing.

I roll onto my back so I can better stroke myself.

“Sit up, baby. I’m going to use the toy on you,” Gray says, gently breaking apart the Silas and Charlie love fest.

Charlie lets out an annoyed groan, the anger within it surprising. She doesn’t want my involvement.

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