Page 71 of Ashes

“I know the last thing you want to do right now is leave this room.” I tweak my head toward the bed. “Ask her. If you’re scared, ask her.”

Sam hesitates for a moment, then strides forward. “Nova?”

She sits up, leaning away from Mack while he watches her. “Don’t go.” She smiles, meeting Sam’s gaze. “Please, don’t go.”

Standing behind him, I slide my hands under Sam’s tee and push it up over his shoulders. Old and new scars pepper his skin. Silver slashes, purple grooves. I step around him and sit back down on the bed. “You haven’t done this before, have you?” I ask.

Sam shakes his head.

How a guy with a body like that can still be a virgin, I have no idea. But the thought of all the things he’s about to feel and discover sends a wave of arousal to my dick. “Then come here and let me show you what she likes.”

As I speak, Nova releases a small mewing sound and lies back on Mack’s chest. He strokes her hair, runs gentle fingers down her throat, caresses her breasts through her shirt.

Sam is standing next to the bed. “Kiss her,” I tell him. He sits down at her side. Slowly, he leans over her. He gazes into her eyes. She closes them as he brushes his lips against hers, hesitant at first then bolder. Searching. He runs his tongue along her lower lip. She pushes her fingers through his hair. At the same time, Mack nuzzles her neck.

They kiss for a long time. Nova arches her back and presses her body against Sam’s chest. His back ripples as her hands skim his scars. She moans into his mouth, then says, “Tanner, don’t stop…”

Not needing to be told twice, I crawl up to the other side of her. I tell Sam to kiss her throat. He obeys. As his tongue teases her skin, I slip my hand under Nova’s shirt and draw small delicate circles on her stomach.

Behind her, Mack eases her up and pulls her shirt over her head.

“Here,” he tells Sam, bringing his hand to Nova’s black lacy bra. “See if you can feel her nipples through the fabric.”

As Nova lies back down, wriggling into Mack, Sam smooths his thumbs over her breasts.

“Can you feel them?” I ask.

He nods. “Yes.”

“Do you want to touch them?” Mack traces his fingers across Nova’s chest.

“Yes.”

“Slide the straps over her shoulders,” Mack tells him. As Sam does what he’s told, Mack says, “Good boy.”

Nova groans and closes her eyes. Instantly, my dick is rock hard. I tug my pants down and take my length in my hand, but then realize Nova is reaching for me. I move closer so she can wrap her fingers around me. Expertly, she runs her thumb over my slit, gathers the pre-cum then sucks it into her mouth.

Sam’s eyes widen. He’s watching her tongue swirl around the tip of her thumb, but then he remembers her bra. Reaching around her back, his hands grazing Mack’s chest, he fumbles to unclip it. When he finally succeeds, he laughs and shakes his head. “We’ll practice that one,” Nova says, sweeping her bra to the floor before returning her hand to my cock.

Now her breasts are exposed, Sam stares at her. “Fuck,” he breathes.

Mack cups them for her, taking their weight in his palms. He looks at me. “Why don’t you show Sam how she likes her nipples to be sucked?”

I grin eagerly and pepper her stomach with kisses as I make my way up her body. When I reach her breasts, I look at Sam and wait for him to position himself next to me. Nova looks at us both, mouths poised to take a nipple each. Her eyes roll back as she breathes, “Holy hell.”

Slowly, deliberately, I make a circle with my tongue. Then I close my mouth and suck, keeping the pressure, tweaking her between my teeth, then lapping until she cries out.

As Mack moves his fingers over her wet breasts, taking the place of our tongues, Sam and I sit back. I look over at him. His dick is so hard, his pants look like they might split open.

Nova tilts her head back. “Kiss me, Daddy.” She pulls Mack toward her. He kisses her upside down, holding her face still as his mouth hungrily devours hers.

“Fuck,” Sam breathes again.

I tug his hand, pull him to the bottom of the bed, then ease Nova’s legs open for us. “You know where her clitoris is?” I ask.

Sam swallows hard and nods.

“Show me,” I tell him.

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