Page 67 of Filthy Rich Silver Foxes
“You sure?” I ask, my voice rough.
She nods. “Yes.”
That’s all I need.
She’s half-naked already—her cami shoved down beneath her breasts, the swell of them flushed and rising with each breath. Her leggings are tangled around one ankle, her thighs trembling as she’s stretched out across the cushions.
Silas traces the slope of her breast with his knuckles, then leans in to suck her nipple between his lips. She arches, eyes wide on mine as her mouth parts with a moan she can’t control.
My cock throbs against the zipper of my pants.
I undo the buttons on my sleeves and roll them back. Slowly. She watches every movement, pupils huge, lips pink. Silas kisses his way down her stomach as I settle beside her again, cupping her jaw and brushing my thumb across her lower lip.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say.
She exhales hard, like she’s been holding the compliment at arm’s length and it finally landed.
Silas gives her panties one final tug, pulling them off. “I think she’s ready for us,” he says.
I run a hand down her body, anchoring myself in the feel of her.
I drop to my knees in front of her and press a kiss to her belly first. Then her hip. Then lower. I kiss the inside of her knee. Then her thigh. Then higher.
Silas leans back slightly to give me room, one arm braced behind her shoulders, the other ghosting over her ribs and down to her hip.
I glance up once and meet her eyes. Wide. Glassy. Desperate.
Then I taste her.
She cries out, hips jerking against my mouth, one hand gripping the edge of the couch, the other finding its way to my hair. I slide my tongue through her, finding her rhythm quickly, teasing her until she’s shaking under both our hands.
I don’t stop. I hold her open with both hands, tongue stroking through her until she’s moaning with every exhale, her body shaking apart in our hands.
“Max,” she gasps, head falling back against Silas’s shoulder.
I groan against her, the sound vibrating through both of us.
Silas kisses her temple, her jaw, her collarbone—his mouth everywhere mine isn’t. His fingers are pinching and tugging at her nipples. “You feel that?” he murmurs against her skin. “That’s what happens when you let us take care of you.”
“Come for us, G.”
She does.
Hard.
Her whole body bows, a cry breaking loose from her throat as her hands twist in my hair and her hips roll against my mouth. She whimpers something incoherent. I don’t stop until her thighs tremble and she tries to pull away, too sensitive to take more.
I press one last kiss to the inside of her thigh, then rise and claim her mouth again. Genevieve looks dazed. Glowing. Gorgeous.
Silas meets my eyes over her shoulder. “Switch.”
I kiss her again, her flavor still on my lips, and then ease her onto her back while Silas kneels between her thighs. He takes his cock in hand and strokes himself once, twice, eyes locked on hers. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” she breathes.
He pushes in, groaning when her hips lift to meet him. Her breath catches. Her eyes find mine.
I don’t look away. I won’t.
