Page 85 of Twisted Play
Fuck, that’d been the hottest moment of my life. And discovering that Cole shared my obsession, that he’d found a way for both of us to have her?
And that she got off on the way he degraded her?
Fuuuuuuuuccckkkkkk.
I lapped at her folds, digging my tongue deep inside her then reaching for her clit.
Eva moaned in her sleep, and I adjusted her legs to give me better access.
I ate and ate and ate without regard to her pleasure, enjoying the meal before me, a perfect fucking snack, until she started pushing back against my face, rubbing her clit against my chin as I devoured her.
I slid a finger inside her, then a second, and fucked her with them as I nibbled on her clit.
A moment later, she exploded, crying out then collapsing on the bed.
Cole propped his head on one arm, his expression sleepy and amused, absolutely delicious, wearing nothing but his pajama pants.
Unthinkingly, I moved up Eva’s body until we sandwiched her between us, and I reached for Cole, intending tooffer him my fingers as a taste. Instead, he leaned forward and licked across my lips before he licked his own.
“Fucking delicious.”
Cole fucking licked me. And fuck me, I wanted more of that.
Eva rolled over, then tried to sit up, distracting me from Cole’s unexpected advance.
“Don’t move, kitten,” I said softly.
“Good morning,” she rasped, her green eyes meeting mine. “Where am I?”
“My room,” Cole said, “at the hockey house.” He dragged her back down to the bed and arranged her so she cuddled against his chest with her head on his bicep. I moved in closer, molding my body to hers, my cock pressed against her bare back.
“You weren’t in any shape to go anywhere last night,” he continued. “We fucked you so stupid, you couldn’t even remember your name.”
Eva blushed and buried her face in his chest, as if he wasn’t the source of her embarrassment in the first place.
“Couldn’t leave you at your place alone, not like that,” I said, nuzzling her cheek. “I brought you clothes and your school stuff, or at least, whatever was in your tote.”
Eva looked down at her half-clad body. “Yes, I can see you made a serious effort at clothing me.”
If she was joking, she was going to be okay. I didn’t examine why I was so relieved.
Cole watched me over her head, and I couldn’t get his earlier move out of my head, the way he darted forward and licked Eva’s juices off my lips, or how fucking hot it’d been when he licked his own when he was done.
Cole was straight-ish? I wasn’t sure. He didn’t fuckaround much these days. I fucked whomever I wanted. And right now, that was Eva. Cole too.
Shelving that thought for another day, I reminded myself why we were in this situation—Eva was a liar and a spy, and Cole had blackmailed her then dragged me into it.
Fuck, I was a mess.
“Let’s get clean,” I said, swinging my legs out of the bed. “Eva can blow me in the shower, and then we’ll get breakfast.”
I kept my tone even and casual, as if my heart wasn’t pounding with my audacity.
“Eva can blowbothof us in the shower,” Cole answered. “Isn’t that right, sparrow?”
“Fuck you,” Eva said with a sigh, but she followed me anyway.
“Promise?” I asked, wrapping my arm around her waist and dragged her to me so I could kiss the top of her head.
