Page 55 of Never Kiss Your Neighbors

Stella moves to sit up. “This isn’t going to be all about me tonight. Take your clothes off.”

I glance at the bedroom clock. “When do you need to leave? Are we in a hurry?”

She shakes her head. “No work and no school tomorrow. Marissa’s home with Jessie. I just need to be there before she wakes up in the morning.”

I tug her legs toward the edge of the bed, a sudden move that flops her upper body back onto the mattress. “Then we’re not taking our clothes off until you’ve had at least three orgasms.”

CHAPTER38

STELLA

Cam’s grin is a wicked challenge.

“You’re giving me an orgasm quota?”

“I’m givingusan orgasm quota. All you need to do is lie back and enjoy.”

Cam crawls onto the bed beside me, cradling one of my breasts in his hand as he draws me into a kiss. The taste of him, so raw and exciting, makes me want him inside me right now, but I love that the men are setting the pace.

As Cam slides his tongue into my mouth and thumbs over my nipple, other hands grip my legs, spreading them apart. Kisses are pressed to my inner thighs as Wyatt’s weight presses down the edge of the bed. Then his tongue is on my most sensitive spot, jolting my entire body, making Cam chuckle against my mouth.

Cam shifts to take one of my nipples between his lips, as he twists his fingers around the other one. Wyatt slowly circles his tongue around my clit and I groan their names.

I feel like I could either melt into the bed, or burst into flames. Maybe both.

The men keep a steady rhythm with their actions, and I quickly build toward an orgasm. “I’m going to come,” I pant.

Cam cradles my face in his hand and presses the tip of a finger into my mouth when I cry out. “That’s it. Just like that.”

Wyatt sucks my clit between his lips and I explode, my entire body pulsing with a need that’s been building up for days.

It’s glorious, deep and long. The type of release I could only have if I felt entirely safe and adored.

“You’re so beautiful,” Cam tells me as he brushes strands of hair back from my cheeks. As he kisses me, Wyatt lifts my legs onto his shoulder, and presses his face into my pussy, plunging his tongue deep inside me.

I gasp, and Cam chuckles, likely seeing what Wyatt’s doing.

“He didn’t get to taste you last time, and you taste delicious.”

Whatever Wyatt’s doing, it feels amazing. One of his fingers takes the place of his tongue, pressing deep inside me, curling to reach some magic spot. His tongue flicks rapid fire over my clit, and before I know it, I’m flying off again, into nothingness and everythingness.

Fireworks explode behind my eyelids, white and hot and dazzling. My heels dig into Wyatt’s back as my hips arch, pressing my pussy into his face.

Cam strokes his hand over my throat, down to my breasts, where he squeezes one possessively in his palm. The two of them are making my body sing like it’s never sung before, every cell vibrating at some higher frequency that I’ve never experienced, like I’ve reached another plane of existence.

I’m panting, crying, whimpering, not sure I can take more, but also never wanting it to stop.

“Please,” I moan, not even sure what I’m asking for.

“Please?” Cam questions, between kissing my jaw, my cheek, my chin, my neck.

“I need you … one of you … inside me … now. Please.”

Cam traces a finger along the edge of my cheek, my face flushed with heat. “But I only counted two orgasms so far.”

Wyatt’s voice, deep and husky, comes from the end of the bed. “He’s joking. We’ll never make you ask twice for anything you want.”

I barely have the energy to lift myself up, but I manage to grab a handful of Cam’s shirt. “Take your clothes off. Both of you.”

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