Page 77 of Sin Bin Daddies
I watch, gripping her hips, feeling the way she writhes between us, desperate for more.
By the time we step into the elevator, she’s already restless, shifting between us, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants.
I press up behind her, hands settling on her hips, while Asher tilts her chin toward him, running his knuckles along her jaw.
“You always this needy, sweetheart?” he murmurs.
She glares, but her breathing betrays her. “You two are unbearable.”
Asher grins. “You love it.”
The elevator dings, doors sliding open. The second we step inside the apartment, she’s turning toward me, then to him, like she can’t decide where to start.
I don’t make her choose. I cup her jaw, tilting her face up. “I want to taste you first.”
She sways slightly, lips parting. “Ford?—”
“You heard him,” Asher interrupts, voice full of amusement. “He called dibs.”
Her breath catches, but she nods. That’s all I need.
I walk her backward, my hands slipping beneath the hem of her dress. The fabric is soft, silky beneath my fingers as I push it up, revealing smooth, warm skin.
She shivers when Asher steps behind her, dragging the zipper down, letting the dress slide from her shoulders. It pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace and heels.
“Fuck,” Asher mutters, hands skimming down her arms.
I reach for my shirt, stripping it off, watching as Asher does the same. The air between us shifts, thickens.
I back her toward the couch, fingers tracing the delicate lace covering. “Lie back for me.”
She obeys, sinking onto the cushions, legs trembling slightly as she sprawls out. I kneel between them, spreading her open.
She’s already soaked, lace damp against her skin, and fuck if that doesn’t make me harder than I already am.
Asher leans over the couch, brushing his lips against hers. “Relax, Maddie.” His voice is a dark promise. “Let him take care of you.”
She gasps when I hook my fingers into her panties, dragging them down her legs. I press a kiss to the inside of her knee, thenanother higher, watching the way she reacts, the way her breath stutters.
Asher strokes her cheek, murmuring something against her lips, keeping her grounded as I lower my mouth to her, licking into her slowly, savoring the way she jerks, the soft little gasps she makes.
I pin her hips, holding her down, taking my time. Asher keeps kissing her, whispering filthy things against her lips, coaxing her deeper into pleasure. When she fists his hair, I know she’s close.
I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue just right, and she comes apart with a strangled moan, thighs trembling as I lap up every last drop of her pleasure.
I glance up, watching as she lets go completely, surrendering to us, and fuck if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
And we’re just getting started.
She’s still trembling, her body lax against the couch, breaths coming in uneven little pants. But when I drag my fingers down her stomach, teasing the slick heat between her legs, she jolts, eyes snapping open.
Asher grins, trailing kisses along her jaw. “She’s sensitive.”
I chuckle, sliding two fingers inside her, slow and careful. She gasps, hips tilting toward my hand, her body clenching down.
Asher watches her reaction, voice a low murmur. “She likes when you talk to her.”
I curl my fingers just right, dragging a whimper from her lips. “Oh, I’ve noticed.”
