Page 42 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a nice sight. She wore black leggings and, if I had to guess, nothing under them. The fabric clung to every curve of her body in ways nothing else could.

Priest let go of her ass to help her legs rest on either side of him, so that Angel basically straddled him on my bed. Then, as one hand returned to her ass, the other snaked its way beneath her shirt, its destination the hook on her bra.

She must’ve pulled her mouth off his, because I heard him say, “It’s alright, Angel. It’s just you and me. Anyone that’s not on this bed doesn’t exist.” Basically telling her to ignore the fact that they had an audience of one. “And if—” He spoke this part louder, so it must’ve been meant for me. “—say, someonedidwant to join us, I’d gladly step aside and let him, since he’s so grumpy and all.”

This was his game. He was trying to make me feel better by parading Angel around—and by parading, I meant getting her all worked up in front of me so she’d practically be begging for it.

But this was Priest we were talking about. He might, as he put it, step aside and let me have her, but he wouldn’t leave. No. He’d stay, and things would escalate from there.

Priest was all about the sexual escapades, but I’d never shared a girl before. And that was to say, I’d never had a threesome. I’d never really wanted to. If I was getting intimidate, if I was ready to fuck, then I didn’t want to share that moment with anyone else.

However, things were a little different now. This wasn’t some girl I was seeing off and on, not some random hookup. This was Angel, and we were all hopeless when it came to her. If there was a girl I could literally, physicallyshare, it was the girl I was already sharing with Bishop and Priest.

But no. I wouldn’t let Priest win this round. I’d stay on my damned drums until he got the hint that I wasn’t having it and he took Angel by the hand and led her out. He could take her to his room or something.

Priest unhooked her bra, and then he worked on taking her shirt off. Shirt and bra, I should say, because they both came off in the same movement. He ran his hands up and down Angel’s bare back, and I hated the fact that my gaze traveled along with his hands, taking in the smoothness of her skin.

God, she really was gorgeous. Every single part of her was flawless. I had no idea why, before us, she’d never had a boyfriend, never been kissed… never been fucked. A girl like that should have a line of guys wanting her.

Maybe she’d been oblivious to them, not paying them any attention. She did get flustered awfully easily.

You know what? I wasn’t going to complain about the fact that she’d been an innocent little birdie when she’d come to us. It meant we got her firsts. We got all of her firsts, and there was something to say about knowing everything about Angel was ours in every way.

Now that Angel was shirtless and braless on top of Priest, I couldn’t ignore the slight twinge of desire coursing through my body, the heat surging to my lower half, stirring a part of me I wished wouldn’t react to the scene unfolding.

If I stopped playing and went over to that bed, I’d never hear the end of it. So, I held on. Or held out. It depended on how you looked at things. I kept playing, even when Priest started to tug down Angel’s leggings, exposing her plump, round ass to me.

My cock twitched, but I ignored it. I ignored it, but at the same time, I couldn’t take my eyes off that perfect bottom.

Priest had to roll her over and get her on her back to help her out of her leggings completely, and once he got them free of her, he tossed them off the side of the bed. He stretched, flexed, and cracked his neck, like he was really about to dig into something.

I could hardly see her body around his, but Priest rectified that by picking her up and swinging her around. He sat down, positioning Angel on his lap. He was about to flip her around—to give me a nice view of her naked body—but she whispered something to him; I couldn’t hear it over my percussion.

I heard his response to her, though: “Just close your eyes, love. Pretend I’m the only one in the room. Remember: anyone not on this bed doesn’t exist. It’s just you and me.” Meaning she knew he was going to show her off to me, and he was smoothing things over, because Priest always had his way.

And then he flipped her around on his lap so her back was against his chest. He hooked his ankles between her legs and spread them wide the very same moment one of hishands curled around her neck and forced her to lean the back of her head against him.

Okay, at the sight of Angel exposed on my bed, my rhythm got fucked. How could it not when I was staring at the pink folds of skin at her apex? I’d never seen her like this. It was the first time I was seeing her without any clothes, and, fuck, was she even more gorgeous now without any clothes hiding her beauty.

Fucking sexy was what she was, with those perfect round tits and that twinge of pink on her skin. God, I wished I was on that bed, my face buried between those legs. I didn’t think I’d ever wanted anything more in my entire life than I wanted to crawl onto my bed and make myself at home inside her.

Okay, I’d officially lost the battle when it came to my dick. It was now rock hard in my jeans, uncomfortably bulging against the zipper as it told me to get on that fucking bed right fucking now.

But I didn’t. I remained where I was, watching as the hand Priest had around Angel’s neck fell to her left tit, cupping it and massaging it. His other hand dipped between her legs, his fingers finding her clit and stroking it with an expert touch, instantly drawing out a low, breathy moan from her.

She was literally coming undone in his arms, and I was watching, growing more turned on by the second.

Goddamn it. Fucking Priest. I’d kill him if all the blood in my body hadn’t gone to my dick.

“You’re so beautiful, Angel,” Priest whispered to her as he rubbed her clit and tweaked her nipple. She squirmed on his lap, but he wouldn’t let go. It seemed he knew exactly how to touch her to get her to unravel, to make her lose it, because the way Angel was breathing, it sounded like they’d been going at it for a while now—and I knew that wasn’t the case.

Priest was good at what he did, that much was obvious.

“I could eat you up,” Priest told her in a hushed whisper, and I had to roll my eyes at that. Sugary sweet; it wasn’t my cup of tea. He could wax poetically about her and her body all he wanted; if I was in his place, I’d be putting my mouth to good use.

My hands tightened on the drumsticks as I watched Priest stroke her clit with an increasing urgency. Angel’s eyes were closed, but her mouth was open, and she panted vigorously as Priest stroked her. Her body started to tremble in his grasp.

“That’s right, love,” Priest murmured, “show me how good it feels. Come undone for me.” As he said that, his fingers stopped stroking her clit, dipping lower and entering her pussy. Just two fingers inside her, but they were enough to make her cry out. His fingers plunged in and out of her core as his other hand dropped to her clit to resume the rubbing.

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