Page 49 of Single Mom's Bodyguards
Her hands shake, her thighs tremble, but her eyes never leave mine until they roll back in her head.
I keep one hand in her hair, the other braced behind me on the rooftop ledge, letting her use her mouth however she wants. She takes me deep, slow, then fast—messy, beautiful, so goddamn eager I forget how to breathe.
Behind her, Sean grunts.
I glance over and watch him grab her hips tighter, buried in her to the base, fucking her with steady, unforgiving strokes. His jawis tight, sweat on his brow even in the wind, like he’s holding himself together by sheer will.
Bailey lets go of my cock with a gasp and leans her forehead against my thigh. “Fuck, I’m close again.”
Huck strokes her back gently, reverently. “Let go, baby. We’ve got you.” His hand disappears under her dress. Sean changes his angle, and Baileyscreams.
Not loud. Just raw, torn out of her. “Right there—guys, please—don’t stop?—”
They don’t. And she shatters.
Her knees slide on the tile, but Huck catches her. She sobs into his shoulder while her whole body jerks from the force of her orgasm, thighs clenched, core fluttering around Sean’s cock.
Sean curses. “Turn her around.”
Huck does, just as Sean pulls out fast and strokes himself once, twice?—
“Open your mouth,” he growls.
Bailey tilts her head up, lips parted, eyes glassy.
Sean groans and spills across her tongue, hot and thick and so much of it. She swallows without being told, licking her lips like she wants more.
Huck and I both juststareat her. Ravished. Ruinous.Perfect.
“Come here,” Huck says, voice low.
Bailey crawls into his lap, dress bunched at her hips, still catching her breath. “I want you inside me too,” she whispers, clutching his shirt.
He kisses her, then lifts her effortlessly, pulling her onto his cock like she weighs nothing. She whimpers and rides him. Flashes of her ass catch my eyes as her dress whips in the wind. And I sit back and watch, stroking myself slowly, waiting for round two, knowing we’re not done.
Not even close.
Bailey is moaning into Huck’s neck, her voice broken and blissed-out. She bounces in his lap, every grind of her hips making him curse under his breath. She rides him like she knows she owns him. Like she ownsus all.
And she does. No matter what games we play.
Her skin shines with sweat and moonlight. Her dress is nothing but a tangle of silk clinging to her ribs. Her lipstick’s long gone, her hair’s a mess, and she’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
I stroke myself as I watch her come again—her whole body shaking, thighs trembling, back arching, crying out into Huck’s mouth.
He comes with her. Hard. He holds her close, face buried in her neck, body tense as he groans through it. When he finishes, he kisses her like a man praying at an altar, arms wrapped around her like a shield.
Bailey turns to me next. She doesn’t say anything. She just reaches out.
I cross the space in two steps, take her hand, and pull her gently off Huck’s lap. She stumbles into me, boneless and grinning.
“You good?” I murmur.
“Better than good,” she breathes. “But not finished.”
That’s all I need.
I back her against the rooftop’s railing next to her unconscious ex, hike her up into my arms, and slide into her like we were always meant to fit. She’s wet and hot and open for me, and when she gasps into my ear, I nearly lose it on the first thrust. “Wes—fuck—yes?—”
