Page 46 of Allure
Marco’s vibrant green eyes darkened as he watched her—watched Asli torment her with his tongue. She bit her bottom lip, waiting to see if he would comply with her request. She wanted to see him stroke his cock while he watched her get eaten out. She wanted to see his face so overrun with lust and desire that he had no choice but to jerk off to relieve himself of the pleasure or turned on enough that he would join her.
Some deep part of her hoped he joined her—joined them both. Images of her late-night fantasies flashed behind her lids just as Asli sucked on her clit.
“Oh my God…fuck,” she groaned, grabbing the back of Asli’s head and pulled him closer to her pussy.
Her hips moved on their own, grinding against his face, needing him closer. Her climax was just below the surface. She could feel it in the tingling sensation across her low back and how overheated her skin was becoming. She could see the sheen of sweat dripping down her chest, feel her walls clench around Asli’s fingers and tongue.
“Just a little more,” her whisper turned into a frustrated growl when Asli pulled back again.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Asli. Stop doing that,” she snapped. Every time she thought she would go over the edge, he would pull back just enough to chase away the climax, but he kept her body suspended in the space right before she detonated, dangling her feet off the cliff she was rushing toward and refused to let her drop.
Asli’s deep chuckle against her wet heat had her groaning. He trailed his lips against her inner thighs before he pulled his head up. His lips were soaked—his face glistened with her arousal, and when he licked his lips, continuing to taste her, she groaned. wishing he would go back and finish her off.
“Such a filthy mouth,” Asli murmured, slowly pulling his fingers out of her, and it made her whimper, already missing his touch. “Cursing and calling God’s name in the same breath while my face is buried in your sweet cunt.”
“I told you she isn’t all that sweet, Asli.” Marco’s deep rumble had Syra’s eyes snapping to him. He had his hand gripped around his cock, slowly stroking from the thick base to the broad head and back. His movements were unhurried, and his body seemed almost too relaxed given the amount of sex that filled the air. If it wasn’t for the tick in his jaw and the way his nostrils flared when his eyes fell to her naked breasts, she could almost assume he wasn’t affected by what was going on.
“It was why I used to keep her gagged.” He winked at her. “All the filthy and loud things that used to come out of that pretty mouth.” His smirk told of all the secret adventures they had where he had to cover her mouth with his palm or stuff her underwear in her mouth to keep from being too loud in public places. Her body shuddered at the memories that flooded her.
“I see her body loves that idea.” Asli’s deep voice felt like silk against her skin—it stuck to her most intimate parts, making her burn hotter. She felt his hands teasing her clit again, and her head fell back on a low whimper.
She couldn’t take much more of this without a release. “Asli, please.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, she was unsure if anyone but her own mind could hear her.
“Sweet little star, how pretty she begs.” She heard someone murmur before she felt Asli’s hands against her hips.
She heard someonetskunder their breath. “I’m sure we can make her beg a little more.”
Syra felt her hips being lifted off the seat, and in one swift move she was up and off the chair. A panickedoh shitleft her lips, her body flung forward as Asli lifted her up and brought her to the floor with him. He lay on his back while she straddled his face. Her hands came down on the floor above his head, by Marco’s feet. When she slowly pulled herself up, Marco was standing in front of her, his cock reaching out toward her with precum spilling out of the head, and it made her lick her lips.
She reached forward for him just as Asli’s grip on her hips tightened and pulled her down on his face, hard. She let out a gasp, her eyes rolling to the back of her head when she felt Asli’s tongue move against her. Her climax sparked back to life and she found herself riding his face, her grip landing on Marco’s thighs to keep herself steady.
“Tan salvaje, mi estrellita.” His hands were in her hair, and she felt the mask she’d been wearing slip from her face. “I want to see your face when you cum. No hiding behind pretty masks.” Marco’s hands caressed her cheek before he harshly gripped her chin, tilting her head up toward his face.
The flash of anger mixed in with his desire made her pulse spike. She could feel his resentment toward her for walking away from him when they had been falling in love. She could feel the past slipping into the present, both the good and bad parts. She could feel his hunger for her—all the pent-up energy they both spent trying to forget the other spilling out of his cracks because it mirrored her own need to forget him over the years only to yearn for him in the quiet twilight of her thoughts.
“I want to see all of you falling apart against Asli’s tongue, estrellita.” Marco’s gruff voice made her rock her hips harder into Asli’s face. She could feel his praise, his encouragement against her pussy as he fucked her with his tongue, like a man who had spent years learning the things she liked. She could feel her climax. Her body went taut waiting for just the right stroke to send her over the edge. She’d kill both of them if they didn’t let her shatter this time.
“Asli is drowning in you, pretty girl. I want to see you cum for him. I want to see you cum for the both of us. I want to feel those guttural sounds you used to make when you were wrapped around me.”
Her eyes closed, her nails dug into his pants, his legs. Her worry about drawing blood a distant memory. She couldn’t hold on much longer and was unsure how Asli had the knowledge to know how to hold her in this suspension—why her body wouldn’t let go.
Why it still sought out Marco’s go-ahead to explode.
“Marco, please,” she whimpered, grinding her hips harder against Asli’s face, needing that extra little something to set her off.
“What are you begging for, estrellita?” He smacked her jaw—the rough hit made her gasp.
She opened her eyes, hoping he could see how much she enjoyed it when he was like this.
Rough.
Unhinged.
Desperate to make her beg.
“Are you begging to taste my cock?” He ran his thumb across her bottom lip, and she was tempted to bite it to push him further.
“Are you begging to be fucked?” He chuckled, and the sound was so dark and delicious it made her groan. “Are you begging to cum?”
