Page 23 of The Forever Experiment

The world warps around me, and I’m only vaguely aware of my surroundings, still entirely wrapped in the woman in front of me, in the smell of her hair and the taste of her skin, the way she takes my cock so perfectly—every goddamn inch of it. I’m pulsing, spilling myself deep inside her, and it feels like an eternity before I’m coming down from that high.

“Fuck, Maya,” I breathe, letting go of her neck as we both fall against the window, entirely spent. “You are the most…” I kiss my way down her back. “Incredible—”

“They’re still watching,” she whispers.

My head lifts, having forgotten entirely about our audience in those final moments, too lost in the ecstasy of being inside her to know or care if our joining was being witnessed. Sure enough, all four of the men are sitting on that couch across the way, looking right through our window.

I toss them a smile, raising my hand to my head and offering a salute before I grab the wand attached to the curtains beside me, wrapping my other arm around Maya’s waist and pulling her backward as I whip them shut.

She lets out a sigh as the room becomes cast in darkness. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“My little exhibitionist,” I muse, smiling against her neck.

“Oh my God,” she mutters, face falling into her hands. “That was so embarrassing.”

“No, baby.” I kiss her shoulder, walking us backward to the bed and urging Maya to sit at the edge. “They wanted to watch you just as badly as you wanted to be watched. You’ll never see them again, and they got a far better show than anything else they would’ve seen in Vegas tonight.”

She laughs, shaking her head, but I note the smile she’s hiding behind her hands. She lifts her gaze, and our eyes clash in a mix of amusement and sated passion. “You make me reckless.”

“You make me feel alive,” I admit quietly, more to myself than to her. “Can I clean you up?”

She glances down, leaning back on her elbows and opening her legs, revealing the mess I’ve made between her thighs. A fierce satisfaction rattles me at the sight of it, my cum dripping thickly from her well satisfied body.

“Oh, yeah. Can you grab a washcloth from the—”

Her words are stopped short as I fall to my knees in front of her, gripping each of her knees and spreading her wide. Her eyes blow, breath hitching as I press a kiss to her inner thigh. “That’s not what I meant, Maya baby.”

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Maya

“That’s not what Imeant, Maya baby.”

Easton’s blue-eyed gaze is locked on mine where he stares up from between my thighs, on his knees in front of me. Breath is spiraling from between my lips like an F1 is raging in my lungs, becausefuck.

He wants to go down on me right now? After he just came inside me?

I’ve never dated any man who was particularly enthusiastic about giving oral in general, let alone after they found their own orgasm. Most of the time, this was the point in the night when they’d turn over and fall asleep, happy to pretend I no longer existed.

“Um… Are you sure?” I ask.

“I don’t think you understand what the sight of my cum dripping from your pussy does to me, Maya. I don’t think you understand how fucking desperate I am to know what we tastelike mixed together, because if you did, you wouldn’t be asking me such a ridiculous question right now.”

“Oh.” The word leaves my lips a breathless gasp. I don’t know how else to respond. I’ve never had a man react to me this way before. I don’t know how to comprehend it.

“Can I eat your pussy or not, baby?” Easton’s gaze rapidly darts between my face and my parted legs, damn near panting.

His reaction has me spiraling, a desperate, “Yes,” falling from my lips.

A groan leaves his throat as he spreads my thighs wider. My back arches, body bowing off the bed as I feel his tongue dip into my center, the sensation heightening every molecule in my body.

He drags up my slit, settling over my clit before wrapping his lips around it. He sucks it into his mouth, eliciting sparks low in my belly, flames raging across my flesh. My hands find his hair, tangling through his chestnut brown strands as my hips move against his face, desperate for friction.

“God, Maya,” he moans against me, the vibration causing my toes to curl in my heels. “You taste so good when you’re full of my cum.”

My head falls back against the sheets, a moan crawling out of my mouth at the feel of his words vibrating against my most sensitive place.

I feel him pull back before he says, “Do you want to taste?”

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