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“Share,” Duke grits out. Breathing heavily, the two friends stare at each other for several seconds, almost as if it’s a competition to see who will give in first. In the end, they move at the same time, their mouths colliding in a frenzy of passion and lust.
I can’t help but stare. “So hot. Why does that turn me on?” I whisper.
Bear chuckles beside me, then rolls to his side and steers my face to his, his gold-eyes gaze sending a shiver through me. “They’re tastingyou.And that’s really fucking sexy.” He captures my lips and explores my mouth so fucking slowly I feel like I might die. Easing away, his eyes dilate until only the pupils are visible. My chest stutters at the sight of it, my entire body flushing from head to toe before it bursts into flames.
“Little Gazelle. Come sit on Daddy’s face.”
EIGHT
BEAR
Lennon’s lust-filledeyes connect with mine as I roll to my back, keeping ahold of her gaze. I know she didn’t mistake what I said. She heard me. And I’d wager the beautiful rosiness of her cheeks and her erratic breathing are a direct result of my words. She sits up, her eyes flicking from me to Mason and Duke, and I can practically see the thoughts swirling through her head. I told her to sit onDaddy’sface. Do I care that they know about that particular nuance of our relationship? Nope. Or hell, maybe it has nothing to do with them, but everything to do with demanding that she grind her cunt on my tongue. “Lennon, I’m giving you the control you crave. Ride me. Give me that sweet pussy. I’m begging. I need you.”
A hard swallow works its way down my throat as she stares at me, unblinking. I do need her. I have to get my mind off everything that’s wrong in my world—and frankly, it’s a shit ton at the moment. Life weighs so heavily on me, I want to go outside and bellow my rage and hurt and desperation. My nagging shoulder injury on top of the upcoming fight with that highly-touted Sigma Iota Nu fucker, the possibility that my father could make life so incredibly difficult for me in so many ways—all of it threatens to take me under. I’m drowning. Add the fucking disaster with the auction and Lennon’s disappearance to the mix, and I’ve never felt such intense panic like this in my entire life. I want to rage, want to know why this happened, where the fuck she was, but how do we begin to figure it out when she can’t remember a damn thing? After several seconds of internal struggle, I wrench my mind free from my thoughts and bring myself back to Lennon, who continues to stare at me as if I asked her to smother me to death. I mean, I won’t complain either way. I can see my headstone now.Here lies Bear… he died eating his favorite honey.
“You want me”—she points at my head—“there…?”
“Yes, I fucking do.” I breathe deeply, watching her eyes widen. Mason and Duke must have come up for air because the next second, the three of them are kneeling on the bed at my side, my friends whispering softly to her. Who the fuck knows what they’re saying, but her eyes positively glow with desire as they scramble to help her straddle my face, bringing her pretty cunt where I want it. My eyes roam over her swollen, pink sex. Thank fuck she’s okay. I keep having to remind myself that she’s here with us. Real. Alive. But possiblynotunharmed. Have to take care with her, but also give her what she needs. And if she tells us she wants to be in control, I’m good with that. She needs me as much as I need her right now. This girl gives me life.
My eyes rove over her from the wide-eyed nervousness to the tremble of her lush lips, and the defiant tilt of her chin. She draws in a breath, the swell of her breasts rising with it. Hovering over me, she stares into my eyes, hers full of hesitation. My lips twitching, I growl, “Sit, baby girl.” The heady scent of her invades every damn breath I take, making my head spin. Hooking my arms under her thighs, I grip her hips, tugging her closer, a gruff groan falling from my lips. “Don’t fucking tease me. Show me who’s boss around here.”
Her head tips to the side, studying me, and a slow smile spreads across her face. “I am.” Her tongue darts out to slide over her lower lip in a way that makes my cock so fucking hard I’m very aware that it’s tenting my joggers. This isn’t about me, though, and I don’t have much time to worry about it, because a moment later, she lowers herself, and her pussy meets my mouth, hips automatically rolling.
Lennon lets out a startled moan when I drag my tongue through her wetness, her pussy flush with my mouth, and I can’t resist sucking on her clit. God, this view. I could die happy. Her entire body jolts in pleasure with every suck and every stroke of my tongue.
Mason cups her breast, leaning in to murmur near her ear, “Grab the headboard, Lennon. You taste so fucking good. Come on his face. Drown him.” She tips forward, grasping it tightly, the change in angle making me groan aloud.
“Hold on tight, and ride him good, Stella. He’s desperate for your pussy.” Duke’s positioned himself at my other side, but in a way that allows him to keep his eyes pinned on his stepsister’s ass as she writhes on top of me. I can imagine the thoughts rolling through his head.
Her body shakes in response to their dirty words… words that I’d say, but I’m currently busy eating her gorgeous cunt—which I definitelyamdesperate for—and making her let loose so that she gushes on my face. I lap up every bit of her juices, reveling in how our girl falls apart for us.
Us.Because while I get the privilege of her riding my face, Mase and Duke are right here, encouraging her, touching her, and saying filthy things that only make this hotter.
Lennon’s breasts swing freely as she grips the headboard, attracting Mason’s full attention. His hand roams over her nipples, alternately pinching and tweaking, then caressing. She throws her head back, grinding down on my face. I fucking take it all, spearing my tongue deep inside her. I savor every moan and cry ripped from her throat.
“Fuck, so hot, Kin.” Mason leans in again, brushing his mouth over hers. Watching him kiss her lips while I kiss her pussy is something else, and it sends unexpected fire racing through my veins. The sound of blood pounding in my head takes over, and the only thing that breaks through it are Lennon’s gasps and moans.
I’m so wound up, I hardly notice when Duke takes Mason’s place, only he nudges her lips apart with one finger. “Suck, baby. Get it nice and wet for me.”
I groan against her flesh, causing her movements to falter, then renew my efforts, sliding my tongue along either side of her slit, the taste of her filling my senses, before bringing my mouth up to cover her clit. I’m relentless, flicking at it until she falls apart with her hips grinding down on my face and her plump lips wrapped around Duke’s finger. I can see it on his face that it’s about to do him in. We’ll all be lucky if we don’t come in our damn pants.
“That’s it, Stella. Suck it good while Bear makes you come.”
Her legs tremble at his words, and she looks down at me. “Oh fuck,” she wails around his finger, her hips jerking in rhythm as she floods my mouth. I slide my tongue inside her, feeling the delicious clenching of her muscles.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Mason says softly. “I wanna watch you lose it again. Erase all lingering doubts about how we feel.” He grins, clasping the back of her neck and guiding her face to his. His eyes connect with hers, and he leans in to nip at her lips before sliding his hand down her back. She exhales a huff of surprise. I think he’s got a handful of her ass. Hard to tell from here. But then he whispers huskily, loudly enough for everyone to hear, “Keep holding onto that headboard. I have a feeling things are about to get a little wild.”
I glance at Duke, seeing the look of absolute fire in his eyes, and immediately understand what Mason’s referring to. I squeeze Lennon’s thighs gently. “But you’re in control. You don’t like it, it’s done.” My gaze bounces between my friends and back to Lennon. “Everyone understand?”
The guys murmur their assent, and Lennon nods. I go back to work, slowly licking over her already-thoroughly-excited pink parts as Mason dips his head to catch her nipple in his mouth. “We’re gonna make you feel so good, Kin.”
Her legs are already quaking on either side of my head while Duke dips his finger into her mouth once more. Her clit is so swollen, it’s practically begging for me to play with it, and when I flick my tongue, Lennon releases Duke’s finger, her head falling back on her shoulders. “Fuck. That’s good. Just like that. Mase, don’t you stop either.”
A moment later, Duke’s hand slips between Lennon’s legs from behind, close enough that his fingertips brush my chin. She jerks at the contact, and I can’t tell what he’s doing, but it’s making her shudder and squirm all at once.
“You want me to touch you here?” Duke’s question comes out rough, but not demanding at all. Leaving everything up to her. Good.
“Oh god.” Her eyes flutter shut, her mouth going slack as she reacts to whatever’s happening back there. I have a pretty good idea that he’s playing with her ass, circling the puckered skin with his wet fingers. Her eyes go wide, taking away all doubt. Knowing he’s touching her like that makes the situation in my pants dire. I have absolute confirmation of what Duke’s up to when he juts his chin toward Mason, who then lunges toward my nightstand and yanks open the top drawer. The sound of the cap of the lube flipping open is like a gunshot in the quiet room. Lennon tenses over me, her thighs literally squeezing my face.
