Page 45 of Allure
“How…how did you know?” She mumbled her words, and her legs started to shake.
“Marco knows my relationship with God doesn’t exist when I have the taste of a woman on my tongue. She becomes the very thing I pray to.” He used his other hand to push Syra’s legs open wider. “Use your fingers, Syra.” His voice was thick—his cock was firmly pressed up against his pants, ready to dive into her. “Show me how you touch yourself. Teach me how you bring yourself pleasure, and I’ll be your church, my tongue a place for you to spill your confessions.”
Syra hesitated only a moment before her index and middle finger slipped in between her wet lips. He groaned, leaning closer. “Surely you can do better than that, little star. Pretend it’s my cock or Marco’s stretching you out.” He murmured, peppering kisses against the inside of her thighs.
Her sweet whimpers filled the air around him. The sound slid down Asli’s back, stoking the fire that burned slowly in his body. He wanted to consume the woman in front of him, but he held himself back. “That’s it, little star. Fuck yourself faster.” Asli coaxed, and her hips moved against the chair, bringing her pussy closer to his face.
He licked his lips, ready to dive into the temptation he could never resist when he felt Marco at his back. “Don’t forget to whisper your praise for her while you’re eating her out. I’m sure your artistic soul has already started crafting masterpieces in her honor.” Marco’s deep laughter made Asli flip him off before he turned his attention back to Syra.
“You remember your safe words, Syra?” She nodded. “Good, if you want me to stop and I can’t hear you, tap me anywhere three times.”
“Okay,” she whispered, her eyes held his, and he smiled at her when he slowly plucked her fingers from her pussy. He was tempted to bring them to his mouth again and lick them clean, but he felt Marco move again, and he offered her fingers up toward him while he tugged her farther down on the chair so he could throw both her legs over his shoulders.
He gripped her hips and brought his face to her pussy, running his tongue along her lips. Asli closed his eyes and groaned against her slick heat. She tasted divine, a decadent treat he intended to indulge in for as long as she let him.
He immediately went in for more—he was a man starving and she was his sustenance. He took his time teasing her and letting her flavor coat every inch of his tongue. He nipped at her clit, and her legs snapped shut around his head, suffocating him. She grinded her pussy against his face, shamelessly chasing the pleasure he enticed in her. He felt her hand on his head pushing him closer to her, as if he needed any encouragement to crawl inside of her and devour her.
He drank her in as her legs shook around him. He slowly pulled back and unhooked her legs to push them farther apart. He wasn’t ready for her to cum yet. As much as he wanted to consume her, he also wanted to take his time and make sure he didn’t leave an inch of her untouched.
“Ne kadar guzelsin!”How beautiful you are.Asli murmured as he blew against her clit and slipped two fingers inside of her. He kept his gaze on her, watching the way pleasure filled her face and a sheen of sweat coated her skin.
Syra’s hips moved, a whimpered plea left her parted lips, and it made his cock ache to be inside of her. He wanted to feel her walls wrap tightly around him while she used him to find her release.
“Ahh, don’t toy with her, Asli.” Marco’s deep voice sent goosebumps across her skin. “She wants you to make her cum.”
Asli marveled at the way Syra’s body responded to his best friend. Her breathing increased, and she grew wetter the more Marco’s voice touched her skin.
“Is that true?” Asli leaned in to kiss her inner thigh before he added a third finger inside of her, filling her.
“You can answer him, estrellita. There’s no shame here.” Marco’s voice was steady, but Asli could hear his control fraying just underneath his words.
Asli knew it was killing Marco to sit this out and let Syra have this moment. They spent the week leading up to Orchard Tree talking about business and the little star who plagued his best friend’s mind and how the idea of the three of them together had taken root on the one night Syra and Marco shared. But Marco knew she would need to be eased into it—let her know it was okay to want what she wanted.
Marco talked so much of purging his little star from his system, but Asli knew the truth. Syra was buried so far deep in him there could never be a true purge, and he knew it was only a matter of time before she found her way into his as well.
Syra continued to whimper and moan as Asli finger-fucked her. He’d settle into a rhythm that took her closer to her edge before he pulled back completely. Her gaze fell between where he touched her, and something close to a snarl ripped from her lips when he pulled back again causing him to bite back his laughter.
“Syra,” Marco chuckled, “Asli is being too much of a gentleman tonight to give you what you’re afraid to ask for. You need to tell him to make you cum all over his tongue or he’ll continue this slow torture until you’re mindless with need.”
Asli glanced behind him to be sure Marco had grabbed the empty chair and actually sat down. His friend’s body was tight, his jaw clenched as he kept his gaze on Syra’s face. Marco glanced at Asli for only a millisecond before he went back to her. He heard the words his friend wouldn’t speak out loud—the silent encouragement to take what she offered. Her body—tonight—was for all of them.
The room slipped away. They weren’t in Orchard Tree but somewhere that was just for the three of them. All Asli could feel was the woman in front of him and his best friend behind him. He could feel their hunger and desire for one another—for him—blanketing him, amplifying his own hunger. It made him lightheaded, lightweight, as if he was floating. He was a bull at most parties—the single male willing to share his cock because he enjoyed sex, enjoyed the energy exchange when the vibes were right. It helped him focus on his craft. But they had all been strangers who eventually became friends, and while he enjoyed his time with them, he missed sharing with Marco.
The energy was different. It was effortless and subconscious. It came across like breathing. They shared pretty much everything, and sex had been no different between them. He could feel Marco move behind him, could feel the twitches in his body, his control slipping the more Syra whimpered around Asli’s fingers inside of her.
“Tell him, Syra.” Marco’s voice was more animal than human. Oh yeah, he was teetering closer to his edge. It usually took him longer to get there, but this was a different circumstance—this had been building for six months, and it was all coming to a head tonight.
“Use that pretty mouth and ask for what you want.” The command in Marco’s voice was harsh as a whip.
Asli pulled his fingers out of Syra and grabbed the back of her thighs. Her gaze bounced between him and Marco before she settled on Marco. “I want to watch you stroke your cock while he makes me cum with his mouth.”
Marco’s soft curse made Asli smile. His best friend was barely going to survive the night with his little star making demands like that. He pulled Syra almost off the seat, causing her to yelp. Lucky for Marco, Asli knew how to even the playing field. Syra wasn’t going to survive tonight either.
“As you wish,” Asli murmured against her flesh. “Let’s see how pretty our little star is when she explodes on my tongue.”
Syra’s hips jerked and her head fell back. She curled her fingers into the armrest so tightly, she was sure by the end of the night she’d have the fabric buried under her nails. Asli was a menace with his tongue and fingers. He managed to be everywhere at once—a man desperate for her to quench his thirst, though he seemed like he could never get enough. Her legs shook. She could feel the climax she’d been denying herself and Asli as well, barrel toward her—a freight train on a collision course that couldn’t be stopped.
She gasped for air and incoherent words tumbled past her lips. She forced herself to lift her head and focus on the man who sat in the seat in front of her. He had removed his suit jacket and slowly rolled the sleeves up his arms, revealing olive skin and defined veins that made her mouth water. Her nails dug into the fabric of her chair, wishing it was his arms underneath her palms that she was gripping.
