Page 23 of Beautiful Desire
Spitting on Charley’s clit, Georgia uses two fingers to spread it around while she turns her head and looks at me, smirking in a way that lets me know whatever she’s about to say will probably be patronizing. “Tell me, rich boy.” She swirls the pad of her finger around Charley’s clit, the soft, sensual sound of pleasure filling the air before Georgia goes on and asks, “Why do you think we say foreplay shouldn’t be optional?”
“I already told you why me and blondie skipped foreplay, Peach.”
“That wasn’t the question.” She arches a brow. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Clenching my jaw, I exhale through my nose. I’m not loving this notion that I’m inexperienced or bad in bed, especially because she has no fucking clue what she’s talking about. But I’ll play along for now, because when it’s her turn to watchmeshow her how wrong she is, I bet top fucking dollar she’ll be singing a different tune.
“BecauseGeorgia, it feels good and makes it last longer,” I grit out. “I’m not a fucking idiot.”
“Well, you’re not exactly right either,” she states plainly. Charley giggles, flicking her heavy gaze over to me, a potent mixture of amusement and arousal splashed across her face, but the sound quickly morphs into a low, throaty moan that I can feel in my nuts when Georgia slides her middle finger into her cunt. “Women aren’t like men; we don’t have a dick that can get hard and be ready to go.”
It’s a damn miracle I’m hearing anything Georgia’s saying as I watch her ease her ring finger in alongside the middle. I’m pretty damn sure all the blood in my body has been diverted to my throbbing cock. I’m so turned on, it feels like my balls might burst.
“Think of it like that ugly-ass sports car in the driveway,” she says.
“That is a fucking Porsche Panamera.” I scoff. “Far from ugly.”
The corner of her mouth twitches, but she bites it back. “What I’m saying is, you wouldn’t drive your car without giving it time to warmup first.”Not really necessary anymore with most modern engines, but now is probably not the best time to point that out, so I don’t.“It’s the same with women; you have to warm us up before you take us for a ride. If you aren’t making your girl come at least once before you fuck her, you’re doing it wrong.”
Before I can even think of a response, her mouth is back on the pussy in front of her, working in tandem with her fingers. I swallow thickly, absolutely mesmerized by watching her in action. Watching the way she skillfully draws out the neediest sounds from her friend, with what looks like from over here, barely any effort. Two fingers fuck Charley’s cunt with slow, deep thrusts, while her mouth focuses on the clit. Her lips close around the swollen bud, and even though I can’t see what she’sdoing, the way her jaw and right below her chin flex, I can imagine her tongue’s working it.
“Fuck,fuck…”Charley’s hand flies up, gripping the arm Georgia has wrapped around her thigh, jaw slack as her back arches off the couch and her head throws back. “Fuck, so good. So, sooogood.”
Running the flat of her tongue over the swollen pussy, Georgia increases speed with her fingers as she looks over at me. “See the way I’m doing this?” she asks, voice husky and her lips slick with her best friend’s juices. Instinctively, I lick my own as I nod. “When fingering a girl, you need to use slow, deep movements with your fingers, curling them in a come-hither motion to rub over her G-spot. You need to start slow. This isn’t porn. Unless we explicitly ask for it, I can guarantee we don’t want vigorous and aggressive fingers jabbing us. Then, slowly increase your speed and get in tune with her body and the way she responds to what you’re doing. I promise, if you actually take the time topay attentionto your partner, they’ll let you know if you’re doing a good job.” She tips her head toward Charley. “Pay attention. What’s she telling me?”
My cock has its own heartbeat, and I’ve made a sticky mess all over the inside of my briefs. Looking over at her, I do exactly what she says. I take in the low, guttural moan coming from deep in Charley’s chest as she flicks her tongue against her clit again. The way her nails bite into the flesh on Georgia’s arm. How her face is flushed and her forehead glistens with sweat. How pinched her brows are, and how relaxed her jaw is. I take in the rapid breathing, and the way her stomach tenses and her thighs twitch every time Georgia closes her lips and sucks on her. And then as Georgia keeps going, fingers rough and deep in her cunt and her mouth suctioned to the clit, the noises coming from Charley get more desperate and rapid; hoarse moans and needy whimpers filling the air in between heaving breaths.
Charley’s eyes find mine, and the way she looks right now—eyelids drooping, blue eyes darkened and glazed over, and how the pleasureGeorgiais giving her is written all over her face—sets my blood ablaze. “You close?” I husk, barely recognizing my own voice. Charley nods as a whimper falls from her lips. “Yeah, I’ll bet you are. You want me to watch you come all over your best friend’s face?”
Lust-drunk eyes gleam with what can only be described as mischief when paired with the smirk tugging on her lips as she says, “I’ve got a better idea.”
Georgia stops what she’s doing and looks up at her friend while I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees, ignoring how uncomfortable this position is when my dick’s this hard. “Oh, yeah?” I cock my head to the side, mirroring the not-so-innocent smile on her face. “And what’s that?”
Capturing her lower lip between her teeth, Charley giggles as she glances down at Georgia before coming back to me. “I want you to get over here and make your stepsister come while I ride her face.”
“Charley,” Georgia hisses as I chuckle darkly, stand up, and say, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
She whips her head around, peering up at me with wild eyes and the faintest tinge of red staining her cheeks. “Absolutelynot!That isnothappening.”
“Oh, come on, Georg,” Charley drawls. “We’ve already crossed a few lines tonight. What’s one more?”
“No.” Turning her gaze toward her friend, a nervous laugh bubbles out of her, and the sound makes me feel tingly all over, mostly because Georgia isn’t a woman who gets nervous—or if she does, she certainly doesn’t allow the world to witness it—so, seeing her flustered right now is so goddamn sexy. “No, we ca—” Breathing out a cute little flustered huff, she instead says, “We are not doing that.”
Coming to a stop in front of her, I lean in and press the palm of my hands down on the couch on either side of her, boxing her in. Jaw tight, she cranks her head back to look up at me with narrowed eyes, darkened with lust, and pinched lips. This close to them, I can smell Charley’s arousal mixed with Georgia’s sweet scent. The combination has me ravenous with a burning need to find out if Georgia is just as soaked as her friend is. Although, there’s no doubt in my mind she is. From eating her best friend’s pussy, yes, but also because of this tension between us, despite probably trying to convince herself that’s not the case.
“Oh, Peach,” I rasp, chuckling. “We absolutely are, and you wanna know why?” Bringing my fingers to her face, I stroke along her jaw, keeping my touch featherlight, and I relish the way her body trembles as she lets out a shaky breath. “Because deep down, I know there’s a fervent voice whispering in your ear, growing more insatiable by the minute, like a devil on your shoulder, and it’s feeding all the filthy, impure desires you have.” Bringing my mouth to my stepsister’s ear, my lips brush against the soft lobe as I breathe, “You’re not fooling anyone, Georgia. You may be too damn scared to admit it out loud, but I know you’re fuckingachingfor me to make you come, and that’s exactly what I intend to do as soon as you get the fuck over your pride.”
Charley giggles once again. Head resting against the back of the couch, she slides a hand down to her pussy, slowly circling her clit with her fingers as she watches the exchange—a battle of the wills—happening in front of her. “Fuck,Georg,” she moans breathily. “Kinda love him calling you on your shit like this.” Another soft moan. “Think you’ve met your match, babe.”
Flexing her jaw, Georgia ignores her friend, face screwed up as she glares up at me. “Just because you’ve got some twisted fantasy floating around in that pin-head brain of yours, don’t sithere and assume you know a goddamn thing about me or what I want, Fletcher.”
I’ll give it to her… She’s almost convincing.
Almost.
Unfortunately for her, I see right through her little act.
My stepsister wants me just as badly as I want her. Whether she wants to admit it or not, I know, and I fully intend to break her resolve. Andfuck, it’s going to feel so damn good watching her fall apart because of me.
