Page 48 of The Rivals' Touch

While we wait for Zayd’s breathing to return to normal, Legacy digs inside her bag for her makeup and a compact mirror. She reapplies her lipstick and smacks her lips. “Are we good, baby?”

He slowly nods his head. “Never been better!” Then he blinks his eyes open and pushes off the door. The bathroom is empty when he swaggers out and leaves us alone. I follow him out of the cubicle.

“He loves a two-girl blow job,” Legacy says as she goes to wash her hands.

I tear my gaze away from the door and stare at her in the mirror. Of course, I know that. The other day, I was in the lunch hall when he invited another girl to join them.

Is that what they did? Sucked him off together? Or did he fuck them both? I bet his dick feels amazing!

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she tells me.

I try to reply, but no answer comes out. I don’t know how to feel.

After drying her hands, she steps up to me and traps me against the counter. “Are you horny, baby?”

Her question takes me by surprise; so does her proximity.

Her eyes flick to my lips, and I feel it down to my toes.

She strokes her fingers down my neck, softly, slowly. “Is your clit throbbing like mine?” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, her eyes on my mouth. “Does your wet pussy ache with the need to be filled?” Leaning in, she brushes her mouth against my ear, drugging me with her flowery perfume, whispering, “Mine does.”

I whimper and grip the counter behind me to stop myself from grabbing her.

“Baby.” She reaches up, sliding my strap down until my breast pops out. If anyone walks in now, they’ll be in for a shock. “Tell me you want me to touch you,” she whispers, her hot breath fanning my skin as she trails her plump lips down my chest and over my aching nipple.

She looks up at me beneath her long lashes. “Tell me you want my hands on your body. My lips on your skin.”

I can’t speak. I’m breathing too hard, fighting the urge to give in.

She bites down on the skin next to my nipple, smearing her pink lipstick over my pale breast and squeezing my other tit. “You know you want it!”

“Please,” I plead as she circles my nipple with her tongue. She palms my soft flesh and sucks on the rosy bud. My knees buckle as the sensation explodes inside me. Watching Legacy, with her long lashes and dark-brown hair extensions, nibble and suck on my nipples is beyond erotic. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. The wanton moan falling from my lips is unlike anything I’ve heard before, filled with need and longing.

Kneeling down, she unbuttons my jeans and looks up at me as she slowly lowers my zipper. “What do you want, Remi?” Her fingers hook the hem of my jeans and panties, sliding them down my thighs. “What do youneed?”

Her perfect, plump lips… They’re inches away from my pussy.

She smiles, teasing me. “Speechless?”

I whimper, my hips rocking forward, seeking the relief she promises. She grabs my waist and leans in to trace my wet slit with the tip of her tongue before burying deeper.

“Oh god!” I moan, my head falling back between my shoulders.

She flattens her tongue and licks me in one long, torturous stroke. “You taste so good!”

I see stars. My breaths are growing choppy.

“I’ve fantasized about this for so long.” Her nails dig into my waist, and I moan again, rocking against her mouth. “Please!”

“I know,” she whispers, lapping at my clit. “I know what you need, baby!”

She nibbles and sucks, licks and kisses until all I can think about is her and the wicked things she’s doing to me.

I’m so close.

“Come for me,” she orders, rubbing my clit with her fingers until every muscle in my body tenses, and I climax with a drawn-out cry.

I moan her name, shuddering against her mouth on my throbbing, tingling sex.

She gets to her feet and licks me off her fingers. Her eyes are on my heaving chest, and her smile spells trouble. “I’ll have to cut my nails.” Then she winks and walks out, leaving me to stare after her.

Cut her nails?I think, confused as fuck.

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