Page 22 of Beautiful Desire
“The reason we skipped foreplay is because she fuckingbeggedme to fuck her,” he snarls, and my eyes roll all on their own.
“Okay, but even if that’s true, you still came and then left without even making sure she got off too,” I point out. “Selfish.”
“If you want me to lick your pussy, just say that, Peach.” Fletcher leans forward, elbows resting on his knees as he watches me. His eyes darken as the corner of his mouth twists. “I’ll even be a gentleman and let your friend watch too. That way, you both can see how fucking wrong you are.”
My core clenches as his words wash over me. The air in the room is so thick with tension, it’s choking me, and you could hear a pin drop. “Not a fucking chance,” I rasp, hating how I can hear the arousal through the roughness in my voice. “I don’t fuck with selfish boys who don’t know their way around a woman’s anatomy. I’d rather just do it myself, because at least then I know I’d be getting off.” I huff out a small chuckle as a thought pops in my head. “If you askrealnicely, I might be willing to share a couple tips with you, though.”
Fletcher’s eyes narrow as he huffs a dry laugh. “What, you think you can do it better?”
“Oh, baby boy, IknowI can.”
“Can vouch for that,” Charley chimes in. My nipples harden at the gravel in her voice.
Fletcher’s throat bobs on a harsh swallow as his heated gaze bounces from me to her. His head tilts slightly to the side as he arches an eyebrow. “Is that so?” Turning my head in Charley’s direction, my pulse kicks up as she flashes him a sultry little grinbefore sinking her teeth into her bottom lip while she nods. “And how exactly is that?” Fletcher husks.
As Charley looks at me, a moment passes between us that tells me she’s just as turned on as I am. I can see it in her glassy, heavy-lidded gaze, and in the splash of pink across her cheeks, but mostly, it’s her tight, pebbled nipples pressed against her shirt that really give her away. And it’s all the confirmation I need to know we’re about to do something we’ve only ever done once before—something we’ve never told anyone about—and while I’m sure I’ll hate myself in the morning, there’s not a single part of me that plans to stop it.
“Because I’ve experienced it for myself,” Charley rasps, dragging her gaze back to Fletcher. “Georgia works magic with her tongue and fingers.” Her eyelids flutter as she moans, the soft, breathy sound making my clit throb, and when I look over at Fletcher, his green eyes are nearly black as she says, “She made me come quicker than even I can do. Trust me when I say, my girl knows what she’s doing.”
My body is on fire as I watch Fletcher’s jaw tic once more, the ache between my thighs only growing more intense as he pokes his tongue out and wets his lips. It feels like there’s electricity running through my veins. As his eyes slice over to mine, goosebumps dot my flesh and my heart thunders against my ribs while I wait on bated breath for what’s about to come out of his mouth.
Holding my gaze, Fletcher says—no, hegrowls—two words that have me completely unraveling. “Prove it.” Standing up, he then closes the short distance between us and leans down, his facemaybetwo inches from mine as he grips the arms of my chair. “If you’re as good as you say you are, then prove it. Teach me something, Peach.” His breath is hot and sweet against my lips as mine gets caught in my throat. Never taking his eyes off me, Fletcher tips his head toward Charley, and with his voicenothing more than a gravelly rumble, he says, “Get over there and make your friend come, and I’ll sit right over here and watch, like the good fucking boy you want me to be. Then when you’re done, I’ll show you what a good student I am when I have your toes curling and you’re screaming out my name.”
His smirk is full of swagger and taunt as he dips his head down, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling and tugging on the skin before pushing off the chair and taking his seat again. It’s not until he does, that I let out the breath I’d been holding, my skin on fire and my pulse racing. I don’t think I could formulate a response even if I tried.
“Well, what’re you waiting for, Peach?” he drawls, gesturing an arm toward Charley. “Class is in session.”
10
Fletcher
My cock’s so fucking hard, I can’t think straight.
Georgia holds my gaze, her honey eyes now bottomless obsidian pools, and she has her usual fuck-around-and-find-out mask firmly in place as she has me on the edge of my seat. An hour ago, I was driving home and expecting to have a mediocre, if not boring, evening, and now, I’m sitting in a recliner that I hope like hell is about to become the world’s comfiest cuck chair while I, hopefully, watch my hot-as-fuck stepsister eat her best friend’s pussy. I’m not even sure how we got to this point, but I’m not questioning it. Not when I can see the desire written all over Georgia’s face. Not when I can practically hear the wheels turning as she wars with her own mind about if she’s going to do this or not.
Fuck me,I hope she does. And not even for some seedy, stereotypical guy reason of it being girl-on-girl—because while yeah, Charley’s hot, and I’m fine being her teammate in this sexy little equation, I couldn’t care less about her presence. It’s allGeorgia. The star of the damn show in my eyes. The idea ofgetting to witness her walls come down, and see her let go and be wild, is basically teenage me’s wet dream, and coincidentally enough, ever since hearing Georgia make herself come the other night, it feels like I’m fifteen again, with raging hormones flooding my system, making me blind with lust.
It’s like I can’t eat, breathe, or even think without remembering the throaty sound of her moans, or the way my balls fuckingachedbecause of it. The way I couldn’t help myself as I stood in the hall, with my ear pressed against her door and my hand shoved down the front of my pants, like some freak who belongs on an FBI watch list. I’m goddamn fiending for her.
My blood heats and my skin tingles when I see it… It takes a minute, but I see the exact moment Georgia makes up her mind—the exact moment I know this night’s going to be one for the books. Her eyelids grow a little heavier, and her plump, delectable lips curl into a smirk that’s dripping with sex. My cock throbs against my leg when, in a raspy voice I almost don’t recognize, she says while looking right at me, “What do you think, Char? Wanna show the pathetic little rich boy how fucking gorgeous you look when you come all over my face? What arealorgasm looks like?”
Whether I understand it or not, Georgia has some kind of witchy hold over me, and since fucking someone else didn’t help, maybe this—a wild night of bad decisions and orgasmswithGeorgia—will be what I need to get her out of my system. My heart sits in my throat as I watch them have a silent conversation with their eyes for a moment. The flush to Charley’s cheeks spreads down to her neck as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and nods. “How do you want me, mommy?”
Fuck.Me.
Georgia sits forward, resting her forearms flat on the tops of her thighs, fingers clasped together loosely in front of her. Even though her body is relaxed, there’s still such a powerful,seductive air around her that I’m drawn to. Georgia is a force; she harnesses this raw sexual energy at any given moment, and she absolutely knows it—and owns it. A wicked grin curves her lips before she says, “Take off your pants for me, baby.”
Charley’s eyes flit over to mine for a second before going right back to Georgia while she works the button on her jeans open and slides the zipper down, the sound deafening in the otherwise silent room. Black and gray ink is scattered all over her arms and chest, and as she shoves the tight denim down her legs, I spot even more on her hips and thighs. After she kicks the jeans off to the side, she brings one of her feet up, resting it flat on the couch, while her other foot stays planted on the floor. The position gives us a clear view of her blue lace-covered pussy.
“Good girl,” Georgia coos, her voice like melted butter. “Now, let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”
Peering over at Georgia from beneath her lashes, a sultry smirk twists Charley’s mouth as she slowly hooks two fingers underneath the panties and tugs them to the side. Heat spreads low in my gut as a low groan sounds from Georgia while we both take in the sight before us. Even from here, I can see the way her pussy is already glistening with arousal. Charley scoots down a little, and when something shiny flashes, I do a double take, and that’s when I see it—a piercing. Just like the one I saw on Georgia. Two small diamond studs poke through the flesh right above her clit, but it’s not a clit piercing—I’ve seen one of those before, but I’ve never seen this—it’s right below her pubic mound, where her outer lips meet.
Standing from the chair, Georgia crosses the room in three long strides, dropping to her knees in front of Charley. My nuts ache, and all I want to do is free my cock and relieve the tension, but I don’t. Not yet. Georgia wraps her hands around the backs of Charley’s thighs, gently pulling her closer to the edge of the couch, but also shifting her body slightly to the side. With thenew position and how the furniture is set up, I now have a perfect view of both of them. Dropping her head until her mouth is about two inches from Charley’s pussy, Georgia pauses and glances up at her friend and waits for…something. It’s not until a moment later, when Charley sweetly smiles and nods, that I realize Georgia was silently asking for consent.
And now that she has it, it’s game on.
With a pounding heart and a white-knuckle grip on the arm of the chair, I watch as Georgia swirls her pointed tongue around her friend’s clit a few times, a breathy moan falling from Charley’s lips as she gazes down at her with pinched brows and her bottom lip between her teeth. Georgia throws the leg farthest away from me over her shoulder as she drops the other, allowing me a better view.
