Page 113 of Pucking Tangled
“I want you,” she whispered. “But you’re all still overdressed.”
There she was. His version of Mia, with her sassy mouth.
“You heard the woman.” He looked between the guys. “What are we waiting for?”
They wasted no time. Clothing was tossed around the room until they were all as naked as she was.
Owen, ever the responsible one, grabbed condoms and lube.
The bed dipped as Casey kissed the inside of her ankle, slowly dragging his lips across her skin and nudging her legs to fall further open.
Luca’s hand found hers, holding her tight as he settled with her head in his lap.
Owen slid down her body. He spread her thighs wide and settled between them. Then he looked up, caught her gaze, and held it as he leaned in.
She cried out the moment his tongue touched her pussy.
Not loud. Not dramatic. Just this sweet, broken sound likerelief.Like someone had finally pressed the right button. Her hips rolled up instinctively, and Casey pinned her down.
“She tastes like fucking heaven,” Owen murmured, voice thick with reverence.
Luca made a choked noise in response.
The Rookie was going to have to learn how to play tonight.
Waylon circled the bed, gesturing for Luca to shift so he had better access, then Waylon rubbed his cock over her lips. “Open,” his voice came out gravely.
Her lips parted, and he stuck his cock in her mouth. He moved in and out, slowly, torturing himself as she sucked on him. “Fuck, Mia. Just like that, baby.”
For a second, he locked eyes with Luca, who looked unsteady and unsure.
Waylon pulled out and turned her head. “On your knees, Luca. Shove your dick in her mouth.”
“Please,” she whimpered.
Luca knelt near her head and fisted himself before he slipped between her lips.
She hummed around him as Owen continued eating her out.
“She sucks so good, doesn’t she?”
“Y…y…yes,” Luca stuttered.
A few moments later, Mia came, mumbling Owen’s name around Luca’s cock.
“Such a good girl, Mia,” Waylon praised her, tracing his thumb over her cheek.
Waylon turned to see Owen pull away and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Fucking perfect,” he growled.
Casey slid between her legs, condom already on; kissing up her belly, licking the hollow of her throat.
“I need to be inside her,” he said, his voice frayed.
Mia nodded, reached for him, and when he slid into her, everyone in the room seemed to hold their breath.
Casey buried his face in her neck, whisperingsomething Waylon couldn’t hear, but Mia’s answer—soft, desperate—made Luca suck in a breath.
