Page 52 of Filthy Little Pretties
Liam looks over his shoulder and gives that crooked grin. “Come on, Van.”
They each lower themselves down on the couch, leaving a sizeable distance between them. It’s for me, but only if I’m basically lying down.
I look at Grey as he spreads his legs, adjusting the large bulge in his pants, and lets out a low growl. My arms join behind my back, grasping my shirt as he stares at me. I’m nervous, but I want their eyes on me. I like it. I shift my eyes to Liam, who runs his hand over his head and lifts a book from the end table. I recognize the cover immediately from school,Lady Chatterley’s Lover.I smile as I bite my lip, giving a tiny giggle.
He pats the space on the couch next to him. “Remember when we were little and I would read to you when we had slumber parties?”
My feet are moving toward the couch, to Liam, as I nod. “I do.”
The fabric of the couch brushes my knees as I stand, clad in Grey’s T-shirt, looking down at Liam. If I sit, I won’t be sitting. This entire night has been a series of one thing meaning another. And now I’m standing here, just like in my dream. They heard it all. And they’re recreating the moments. I’m living in my own fantasy.
“Cherry, sit down and let Liam read to you.”
I stare at the fabric of the oversized black couch. Am I doing this? Are we really doing this?
Liam’s hand runs up my leg, leaving a trail of chills, and ducks under my shirt, stopping at my hip.
“Van, would you like me to read to you?”
Words said one way but that ask a completely different question.
My voice is husky, a breathless plea. “Yes, please.”
Grey
DONOVAN’S KNEES FIND THE CUSHIONSas she crawls onto the massive couch. She keeps them tucked under herself as she cozies up next to Liam, drawn into the crook of his arm, so her back is partially against him.
She’s flushed, turned on, maybe even nervous, and it’s everything and more than I thought it would be. I woke up a half hour before her because my dick was rock hard. The leg she had hitched over me was giving way to her slow and soft drags up and down my leg. She was fucking herself in her sleep, moaning my name and then Liam’s.
It was all I could do to not wake her up and do my worst. But when Liam woke up, something happened. The energy changed. Because the more she moaned our names, the more we knew. Donovan’s always beenours, and this was bound to happen. It’s not as if Liam and I are inexperienced in this particular kind of fun. Girls are always more than willing. We’ve had our fair share.
But this is different. Donovan makes it that way.
I’ve wanted to watch, eat, fuck, and savor her since she stepped out of that damn limo. Now more than anything, I want to hear my name cried from that gorgeous mouth. I want her to beg me to come. And I want to make this fantasy real for her. Every filthy little part.
I reach out, gripping her ankles, and pull them to my lap as she huffs a breathy sigh, giving me her bright eyes. Laying one over the other, I run my fingers over her petite ankle, entranced by her smooth skin. She smiles as she watches my finger glide over her skin. My tongue drags over my bottom lip, catching it with my teeth and letting it drag out as I let my eyes drift up her body, until my eyes are captured by the sight of her panties.Damn that’s pretty.
Liam’s fingers trace her collarbone, but my eyes are drawn back to the white that peeks out, a small blue polka dot on it, exposed by my wayward T-shirt she’s wearing. I glance up at her face again, but she’s looking down to where my eyes just left. Her hands reach for the shirt, and I expect her to try and cover herself, so I reach to stop her, but she doesn’t. Instead, she looks back to me, darting her tongue out and giving a small lick of her lips as if she’s hungry, and draws her shirt up a little bit more—showing me what she wants just as Liam lifts her chin, running his hand down her throat.Fuck.
“Read.”
I don’t just speak it, I growl it. I want him to read, so I can do what I know she wants me to. That’s what she said, as she slept between us. She thanked Liam for reading to her, then asked what I was doing, before arching her back and letting out the most exquisite moan. My hands are kneading her ankles now, barely holding myself back as she lifts her knee, tugging her leg away only to lower it back.Squirm for me, Cherry.
Liam pulls her hair over her shoulder, a sinful smile playing on her luscious lips, gripping it hard and forcing her head to tilt back to his face. “Do you want me to kiss you, Van?”
“Yes,” she sighs.
His face shifts to mine, lifting her to look at me. “Do you want Grey to kiss you too?”
Her body rocks as she squeezes her thighs together, fingernails digging into the couch, “Yes. Please.” The way her mouth wraps around those words makes my dick so hard I may come before I get to slip inside of her.
My eyes dart to the apex of her thighs, seeing wetness bloom through the fabric of her panties, and I growl, tipping my head back to the ceiling. Liam’s lips lower to hers, sealing over them, as her hand lifts to pull his head closer. I lift her ankle, slowly parting her legs, watching him kiss her like he’s never tasted anything so fucking divine before. He hasn’t. Donovan is one of a kind. The way her tongue mingles with his, teasing and causing her chest to push forward, makes me want to try her too. My hand kneads up her calf, leaning forward, planting a kiss on the inside of her knee as I bend it, pushing it open.
Donovan moans, and I kiss her soft flesh again, as Liam’s hands begin to roam. He fists her hair, taking a nipple between his fingers as I drag my lips upward, taking small bites to the inside of her thigh, leaving my mark.I’ve been here. This is mine.
“Yes,” she pants, as he teases and plays with her nipples.
I let my tongue glide slowly up the inside of her thigh, taking my time to taste, lick, and bite, listening to her groan. I pull her other leg up to bend and press it open, splaying her cunt for me as I blow the wet mark left by her want. Her back arches, as she sucks in a gasp that’s devoured by Liam’s mouth.
