Page 49 of The VIP Package

“Thanks.” My jackhammer heart hits my ribs. I’ve got one hand tucked under my head, and I’m not sure what to do with the other. “You have a perfect mouth.”

“Wait ‘til you feel it all over your body.” She smiles as her hand finds the curve of my waist and my breath hitches. Her lips brush mine, supple and soft and sweet with fresh berry. I moan as her tongue grazes mine. We explore for a minute like that, restless hands searching, bare breasts kissing each other. My palm cups the curve of her waist as I savor the exquisite softness of her skin.

At some point, I’m conscious of Sybil setting the food to the side. Then she’s moving beside us, running her hands over Lacy’s toned body. I’m sandwiched between them as Sybil’s light fingertips dance to my hip.

“Mind if I join you?” Sybil murmurs.

We nod our consent and I roll to my back, making room for all three of us. The two women start kissing above me, a decadent bridge of soft tongues and delicate fingers. Sybil’s hand covers my breast, squeezing and kneading as she rolls one stiff nipple with her thumb. I moan and watch Lacy’s palm bump over Sybil’s taut ribcage, teasing the edge of one breast.

She draws back from her deep kiss with Sybil. “Touch her, Camille.” She cups Sybil’s breast like a gift she’s offering me. “They’re real and they’re perfect.”

“I can see that.” And I’m dying to feel for myself. Lifting a hand, I let my trembling fingers graze Sybil’s lush flesh. God, she feels good. A soft moan slips from her lips as I circle my thumb on her nipple, just like she’s doing to me.

Her moans make me bolder and I run a hand up Lacy’s side. Finding my way to her breast, I squeeze softly to test the weightin my palm. She presses against me, dipping down to kiss my lips.

“Just like that,” she whispers, kissing me again. “Look at you with two handfuls of titty.”

I giggle, then gasp as Lacy dips down to suckle my breast. Is this really my life? Am I seriously squeezing two women’s breasts right now?

Petal-soft skin fills my palms as the thrum of my pulse fills my ears. Sybil’s ripe, round nipple isright there,beading in my palm like a berry begging to be tasted.

It’s all I can think about now.

Licking my lips, I lift my eyes to hers. “May I?”

She doesn’t ask what I mean. “Anything you want, Camille.”

I slide down her body, flicking the tip of my tongue over that taut bud. She gives me a sweet little sigh, her hand gliding over my body. “Oh, sweetie—that feels so fucking good.”

Sybil’s hands slide to my hair, letting it sift through her fingers. Our soft bodies squish together, grinding and grabbing as we all get a little bit greedy. Someone’s squeezing my breasts, and I’m not even sure who. We’re a tangle of curious fingers and feather-light kisses. Fingertips tease at the wetness between my legs, and I moan and arch up.

“God, you’re wet.” Lacy teases my folds as her other hand roams Sybil’s body. “Is that for us?”

I nod with my mouth full of Sybil’s soft breast. “I want you both so much.” And I’m getting my wish right fucking now. Everything’s tingling, lit up like fireflies buzzing beneath my skin.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m wired to love dick more than just about anything. My twenty-four hours with Ashton served as a throbbing reminder how much I love straightforward sex with a man.

But touching two women, feeling their delicate hands trace my body, is a pleasure I haven’t experienced in ages. The heady scent of coconut sunscreen and berry juice fills me with light as Lacy slides down my body. My heartbeat ticks up as she gently nudges my thighs apart.

“Mmm, pretty.” Lacy slides into the space between my legs, planting a soft kiss on my hip. Another one lands at the edge of my pubic bone, and I moan. A whisper of warm breath skims my slick, throbbing seam and I bow up to feel more of that heat. I’m aching and slick and desperate to feel her soft mouth where I need it.

“Look at how wet you are.” Her breath tickles the inside of my thigh. “How sexy is she, Syb?”

Sybil looks up from teasing my tits with her tongue. “So sexy.” She smiles down at me. “I think you should let her go down on you.”

“I agree.” Lacy laughs, her soft little breaths brushing my sopping wet center. “I’m quite good at it.”

“Please,” I beg. “Do it.”

Her soft tongue dips out, flicking the bump at the top of my sex. It’s barely a touch, but I arch off the mattress and whimper. She does it again and she may as well light me on fire. That’s how fast the flames race through my veins.

“Oh, God.” I clutch at the mattress, but there aren’t any sheets. Just a terry cloth towel and Sybil’s lush thigh in the palm of one hand. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but the sweet stroke of Lacy’s clever tongue.

My eyes flutter shut as I lose track of time. There’s nothing but bliss and the gentle suction of Lacy’s mouth exploring, licking, teasing. I can’t believe how fucking good this feels. She’s a master of the female body and mine’s about to go under.

“Wait.” She stops and pops up to peer at Sybil. “Should we call Kora?”

“Kora?” I blink myself back to the real world. I’m clutching Sybil’s thigh, and I shift to look into her silvery eyes. “You seek permission when playing with other partners?”

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