Page 111 of Whips and Chains
Iwoke to the creaking of the bed, my back smushed up against the wall but Violet’s soft, curvy, very naked body curled up in front of me. I snaked a hand around her belly, barely awake, but my fingers heading straight down to cup her pussy.
She moaned in her sleep, and without even opening my eyes, I massaged her clit.
“Are you leaving?” she asked.
“Are you insane?” I mumbled into her shoulder, inhaling the scent of her skin. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“She meant me.”
I cracked open an eye to see Whip off the bed and putting on his clothes. “Oh. You.”
He rolled his eyes but leaned down, sinking his palms into the mattress so he and Violet were face-to-face.
Though how he could keep his eyes off her exposed tits and the sheet slipping down her thighs so I could get my fingers in between them was beyond me.
“I’ve got some things I need to sort out this morning,” he told her.
She swallowed hard. “Do you have a client?”
I paused my assault on her clit, waiting to hear his answer.
“No. I’ve cleared my schedule for the next week.”
I let out a sigh of relief I didn’t deserve. It was bad enough I got jealous watching Violet touch him. I was going to give myself an aneurism if I let myself think about his clients all over him.
The vision of other women, other men, trailing their hands all over his body, wrapping their fingers and mouths around his cock had me suddenly wanting to punch holes in the wall.
But I took a deep breath, pressing my mouth down on Violet’s shoulder so I didn’t say something stupid.
Like begging him to get back into bed and start fucking my ass the way he had with Violet last night.
The thought was so fleeting and hot it seared.
The part of me that was still firmly clinging to being a complete virgin when it came to guys quickly dumped a bucket of cold water over me.
As if to prove the fact, my morning wood found its way between Violet’s thick thighs, searching for her entrance.
Like I needed it to prove I was still straight.
Fucking hell, I was so not straight. Straight men didn’t lie here, getting as turned on by his body as I was by hers.
He needed to put a fucking shirt on.
“Levi.”
He also needed to stop saying my name, because even his voice got me going.
“What?” I snapped at him, instantly regretting it because it wasn’t his fault I was having a midlife crisis. Or a bi awakening. Or whatever the hell this was.
Was I into all guys now?
No.
Just him.
Fabulous.
Whip seemed like he was going to say something different, but the harshness in my tone had him shaking his head. “Fuck her good.”
