Page 46 of Pin-up Girl

Defiance leaked into her expression, and her steady gaze locked on me. I threaded my hand through the hair at the base of her neck and yanked her head back to kiss the fuck out of her. She tried to push against my chest, but her efforts were weak, unconvincing.

Still, I tore my lips away, mesmerized by the plump, glistening flesh starting to redden from my kisses.

“I asked you a question,” she panted as she curled her hands around my neck. Her fingers made small, soothing strokes against my nape. Her touch was light, but there was this electric undercurrent beneath her skin that said any minute, her gentleness could turn savage.

“You know the answer. We’re all under your fucking spell, and I can’t figure out if you’re going to kill us in ecstasy or shatter us into a million pieces.”

The skin around her eyes tightened for a brief moment before she turned her head away. “You three are going to be the death of me. I know it with every breath that leaves my body.”

I believed she really meant that, as if our interference in her life could ruin her reputation. But we knew that already, didn’t we?

Elise slowly opened her eyes as she parted her lips, such heat and desire written all over her. Fuck words, that wasn’t what I needed right now.

I kissed her, channeling every inch of fucked up turmoil clouding my thoughts, like she was the secret to wiping it all clean. When I tried to pick her up to set her on the bed, she wiggled down to the floor.

“We can’t. You made a promise to Jules and Milo there would be no one-on-one sex. Only group love. Remember?Actually, it was your idea.”

I groaned. Why had I let my jealousy get the better of me? I was such a fucking idiot.

“Fine, fine. But I don’t want Milo and Jules here right now. I want time with you by myself. I think we agreed that blowjobs are on the table.” I kissed the corners of her mouth repeatedly without actually kissing her again.

“You get a blowjob, then you eat me out. That’s the deal. No sex, but I’m not in the market to give out free sexual favors.”

She started to drop to her knees. I stopped her.

“Naked.”

Elise rolled her eyes and pushed me back a step, so she could take off her shirt. It wasn’t an act of seduction, more like speedy practicality. Within the span of a few heartbeats, she was completely naked, her clothes scattered around her. I caught a brief flash of her tattoo before she pressed her body against mine, her full tits pushed up so deliciously.

A wave of heat washed over me as she gripped my waist and slid so slowly down my body. She never broke eye contact, watching me the whole way down. The sound of my belt buckle as she undid my jeans dominated my bedroom. I wasn’t making a sound, and neither was Elise. Somehow, our silence only made the act hotter.

My shirt was in the way of watching her take out my dick, so I whipped it over my head. I wanted nothing to obstruct my view. She freed me from my boxers, and fuck if she didn’t lean in and nuzzle me.

She wrapped her hand around the base and ran her tongue the entire length before sucking the entire head in her mouth. I tried so hard to keep my eyes open, but the pleasure was too great. I groaned long and low as my lids lowered.

It took everything in me not to blow my load right then. She worked me over thoroughly with long pulls of her mouth. Her hands dropped to my ass, squeezing and kneading every few seconds like a satisfied cat.

I wanted to tangle my fingers in her hair, but that would have screwed up the vision of Elise sucking me so sweetly. Instead, I locked my hands behind my head to prevent them from taking on a life of their own.

“Fuck yeah, just like that, just like that, Elise. You’re gorgeous, especially with my dick in your mouth.” More and more filth spilled from my lips, until the pleasure was so strong, my toes curled in the carpet. “I’m gonna come, Elise. If you don’t want to swallow, pull away now.”

She stayed. She fucking stayed and swallowed every single drop. With every jet of cum, she sucked my dick like it was the best popsicle she’d ever had.

The tremors shooting through my body stopped, and I felt like I could breathe again. Every ounce of strength that left me with the orgasm slowly came back.

“Your turn,” I whispered as I hauled her onto the bed with hands under her arms. She squeaked as she bounced against the pillows, her hair making a perfect halo under her head.

“What are you staring at, fuckboy? You got work to do. Chop, chop.” She nodded toward her pussy, and laughter burst out of me. I gave her one more kiss before I made my way down her body.

This time, the guys weren’t watching and she hadn’t already had an orgasm or two. Not that our group love wasn’t some of the hottest and fondest memories I had, but there was something to be said for taking my time, knowing I was the only one that would get her there.

I swirled my tongue over the top curve of her tit, then right down the middle. So full and perky. She gasped when I bit her nipple just hard enough to sting, before soothing it with a wet kiss. Working my way further south, I stopped at her tattoo,finallyhaving the chance to really study it. Over the last week, we’d only had group love twice, and both times were dark and not conducive environments for reading old English script.

Now though, I traced the letters with my fingertips. The writing was very fancy and so elaborate, it was difficult to make out the words, but now that I had a front row seat, it was easy to read.

“I’m fine,” I murmured.

She stiffened, but didn’t make any moves to push me away.

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