Page 30 of The Order of Disorder
“Mm, that’s it,” he murmurs, as Rox lowers her head and licks a long, slow stripe up my slit. I let out a low moan, hipslifting, and his hand slides to my chest, cupping one breast gently, thumb circling my nipple. “Doesn’t that feel good, baby? When she eats you out like that?”
“Yes,” I breathe, closing my eyes and arching my back. “God, yes.”
All I can feel is Maze’s fingers, running lightly through my hair, and Rox’s tongue, slick, soft, and hot, stroking over the most sensitive part of me. She sucks lightly at my clit and my whole body tightens.
Maze leans closer, his mouth brushing my temple.
“That’s good. Let yourself go, honey,” he continues. “You deserve to feel good.”
Rox moans against me like she’s the one being touched, sucking my clit softly into her mouth and flicking the underside with the tip of her tongue, and I gasp.
Maze kisses my temple, then my cheek, then finds my mouth. I open for him without hesitation as his goatee brushes my lips. His kiss is slow, deep, and unhurried. I lose all sense of orientation with both their mouths on me.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers into my mouth, voice thick with awe. “I wanna watch you come.”
Rox presses two fingers into me while her tongue flicks over my clit, and my whole body arches off the bed. Maze anchors me with one broad palm on my stomach, whispering soft encouragement as I fall apart.
“That’s it, baby. Let yourself go. That’s so good. Come for me.”
And I do.
I come hard, with a cry I don’t recognize, and Rox doesn’t stop—she works me through it, licking and stroking until I’m gasping. Convulsing under her touch.
“Fuck,” Maze groans. “Fuck, that’s so unbelievably hot, honey.”
Rox is smiling when she lifts her head from between my legs, mouth slick and eyes glassy. She crawls up over me and kisses me, open-mouthed.
“You’re fucking delicious,” she whispers against my lips, then turns to Maze.
“I love you,” she murmurs.
I can feel the love between them as if it were tangible.
He grins and sits up, moving behind her. “Love you too, baby.”
He puts his hands on her hips and pushes against her in a way that makes her rock forward, and I know he’s inside her by the way she breaks from my mouth on a gasp, hands bracing on either side of my head as she rocks back against him.
“Oh yes, baby,” she murmurs, eyes fluttering closed.
I reach up and cup her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples as Maze sets a slow, deep rhythm behind her.
“You feel so good,” he groans, voice low and rough. “So fucking good for me.”
Rox moans, opens her eyes, and looks down at me. Her expression burns in a way that makes my insides clench. Then she lowers her chin and kisses me, gasps and murmurs spilling from her lips as Maze fucks her.
“His cock is so good,” she stutters, breathless. “Oh, it’s so fucking good.”
Participating like this makes me feel honored, like I’ve been invited into something bigger than just the three of us. It’s more than sex. It’s love. And being part of this expression of love between Maze and Rox is transcendent. It’s beautiful.
Rox’s moans build, cresting higher as Maze thrusts into her harder, jolting her against me until—
“I’m coming,” she gasps, almost a whisper. “Fuck. Fuck, Maze. I’m coming—”
Maze growls low in his throat and keeps thrusting as she cries out and shudders all over, cheeks flushed. Then she draws in a long breath, bracing herself on her arms, and looks down at me, eyes glittering.
“Fuck, that was good,” she beams.
Maze pulls out and she rolls onto her back, panting. He bends down and kisses her, long and slow, and then lifts his head and turns to me.
