Page 37 of Room for Three

I start to move away but she doesn’t release my face. My heart begins to race as I dread what she might tell me. Something in her eyes hints that I’m going to hate it.

“Last night, I was upset and…” Her bottom lip wobbles. “I had sex with Cole.”

Is my brain still foggy from the alcohol because I could have sworn she said she fucked my best friend?

“Say what?” I murmur, voice gruff. “I thought you said—”

“I. Fucked. Cole.”

Her words are a slap to my face. They jar me so much so that I fall backwards onto my ass, gaping up at her in disbelief.

“Please don’t be mad,” she says, sliding off the bed and straddling my thighs. “Look at me, Travis. I’m sorry.”

“You slept with him because you were pissed at me for something I didn’t even do?” I ask, astonished. “I can’t fucking believe this.”

I grip her hips, ready to move her out of my lap, but then her mouth is on mine. At first, I don’t react, mostly shocked that she’d kiss me. However, when she makes a needy, desperate mewling sound, I forget, again, who the fuck I am.

I kiss the hell out of her.

Her supple lips are soft against mine and I ache to bite them until they’re swollen. She whimpers when I test her sensitivity, nipping at the bottom one. My hands slide from her hips to her thighs, and then under her dress. I’m eager to touch all the parts of her that she teased me with yesterday. When my palms reach the lacy material of her panties over her ass, I know I’m a goner.

There’s no stopping us now.

The need to have her—to also claim her like Cole did—is all I can think about.

“Did he lick your pussy?” I growl, squeezing her ass. “Or did you save that for me, little S?”

“You. I saved it for you.”

She cries out when I rise to my feet with her in my grip. I then lie her down on her bed, grinning as she lets her thighs part, showing me the wet spot on her panties.

“You’re turned on by this,” I accuse, unable to deny that I am too. “You get off on teasing me and Cole, don’t you? You want to be our dirty little girl.”

She nods and reaches down to touch herself, but I stop her with a smack to her inner thigh.

“Mine,” I growl. “Don’t touch what’s mine.”

Her eyes darken as if she might argue, but then she gives up the fight when I kneel in front of her. I push her thighs apart, crudely and as far as they’ll go, before leaning forward to inhale her scent of arousal. Flicking out my tongue, I taste her over the lacy material, teasing the both of us.

“Oh,” she hisses, thighs squeezing my head. “Oh, God.”

I grip her knees, forcing them apart again. To punish her, I nip at her clit through her panties. “Bad girl.”

She shudders, either at the pain or the words. Either way, she’s in my trap and I’m not letting her go. I begin teasing her with my tongue along the material over her clit and then along the edge of her panties at her thighs. It makes her squirm, and I can’t help but grin with satisfaction.

“More,” she breathes. “I need more.”

I grab hold of her panties and slowly drag them down her thighs. She wriggles her legs out, eager to be free of them. I dip down, blowing cool air over her sensitive pussy.

“You smell so damn sinful,” I murmur. “I want to put my tongue inside you.”

She groans at my filthy words, spreading her thighs to give me access. Her pussy is red, no doubt still sore from losing her virginity. As I begin licking her in earnest, I notice she’s not hairless, but shaves. I’m hard as granite imagining her in the shower, spreading her pussy lips to get the razor in between the delicate folds.

For us?

Does she want her pussy to be smooth and tempting for her roommates who seem to have no self-control?

I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue and then slide it into her pussy. The flesh is tight around my tongue, making my jaw muscles ache as I push it deeper inside her. With my nose buried against her clit, inhaling her sweet scent, and my tongue fucking her, the young vixen goes wild on the bed.

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