Page 86 of The Rivals' Touch

Pleased with my answer, she rewards me with a third finger.

I moan at the delicious stretch. “I also have feelings for Zayd.”

She doesn’t seem surprised. She dives back down, sucking and nibbling, licking and biting until I don’t know what’s up or what’s down. “Do you fantasize about us three together, like the time in the bathroom?”

The tub of makeup brushes next to me falls to the floor as I fail to hold myself up. “God, yes!”

Legacy slaps my clit. “That can be arranged.”

I fall apart on her vanity table as she licks me into blissful oblivion. The orgasm washes over me slowly and holds me in its grip until my voice is hoarse from the loud moans pouring from my lips.

I’m still like jelly when she gets to her feet and wipes her mouth. “I love you like this.”

Satiated but still tingling, I push up on my elbows and close my legs. “Like what?”

She looks at me as if taking a mental snapshot. “Ruined by me.”

I scoot off her table and reach for my jeans and panties, hopping on one leg as I try to put them on. “I’m usually smoother than this.”

She presses her lips together to suppress a laugh.

When my jeans are on, I pounce. I push her down on the bed, climb on top, and slide her cami aside to palm her beautiful breasts. “I can’t get enough of you!”

Her hands tangle in my long hair, snagging deliciously in the strands. “What do you want, Remi?”

To lose myself in her and never resurface.I suck on her bottom lip before replying, “I don’t know! I’m new to this, remember?” Diving down, I sink my teeth into the soft flesh above her nipple. “Fuck, your tits are beautiful!”

She watches me swirl my tongue over her pink nipple and suck it between my lips. “Tell me what you want!”

Why is she torturing me like this? I groan against her skin and release her peaked bud. “I want my name to fall off your lips,” I whisper, crawling up her body and fisting her hair, dragging my nose over her cheek. “I want to flip you over, pull your tight little jeans shorts down, and slap your ass. I want to make you feel so fucking good; I’m all you can think about.”

She seeks my lips for a kiss, but I move out of reach and nip her jaw with my teeth.

“I want to fuck you until you feel me tomorrow!”

“Remi,” she moans, arching her neck as I squeeze her breasts again. The soft flesh molds in my hand, and I lean down, struck with the desire to bite her rosy nipple until she cries out.

Just then, the front door slams and a female voice calls out, “Legacy?”

“Shit!” Legacy shoves me off and rights her clothes. “It’s my mom!”

“Your mom?” I ask, confused as she hurries over to the vanity desk and reapplies her lipstick.

The door opens, and Legacy spins around, smiling at the woman who looks like a mature version of her. I climb off the bed and try not to wobble. I’m still weak from the orgasm Legacy wrenched from my body.

Legacy’s mom eyes me curiously.

“This is my friend Remi from school.”

Her mom brushes her hands down her black suit jacket and extends her hand. “I recognize you from somewhere.”

Legacy looks flustered as she replies, “She was the head cheerleader for Hedgewood, but she cheers for Aycliffe now.”

“Oh.”

“It’s nice to meet you!” I smile, shaking her dainty hand. The diamond ring on her finger reminds me that my own is still somewhere on Zayd’s floor.

“Pleasure to meet you too, young lady.” She looks at Legacy. “We’re about to have dinner, if you want to join us?”

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