Page 96 of Lavender and Lightning

“Yes, sir,” I pant, skin flushing hot at the intent in his icy eyes.

My eyes go back to Lydia’s, watching as the black of her pupils swallows the bottle-green irises. Rhett and I move in tandem to the end of the bed, positioning Lydia so she sits between Rhett’s spread knees while I kneel on the floor at her feet. The towel falls away, revealing how much he wants this. My mouth waters at the sight of his cock, but I can wait for that treat. I have another meal in mind.

Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I slowly drag the material of her yoga pants down her legs. I toss the garment carelessly to the side, my hands returning to massage the muscles of her legs. Rhett slides her shirt up and over her head, and then deftly pops the clasp of her bra. The way her breasts drop makes my brain short circuit, and I can’t help but stare as Rhett takes the globes in his hands and kneads, occasionally rolling her nipples between his finger and thumb. I’m so caught up in the sight that I jump when Rhett subtly clears his throat and I remember I can move.

My gaze roves to the apex of Lydia’s thighs, the patch of curls just barely visible through the sheer black lace of her panties. I lean in, nuzzling my nose against her soft thigh as I breathe in the sweet scent of her arousal. She shifts and I move in, laying down long, broad sweeps of my tongue over the damp fabric covering her pussy. She tastes like sweetness and sunshine, and I moan low in my throat.

“Like ambrosia from heaven, isn’t she, pet?” Rhett purrs.

I hum my affirmative response, helping Lydia lift one of her legs over my shoulder so I can access her core more fully. I continue my teasing licks, smirking to myself at the whimpering noises Lydia can’t seem to hold back. Bringing up one of my fingers, I tease the edge of the lace, pushing it to the side just enough for me to press a finger into her tight heat. She bucks and I move with her, continuing to lick at her clit through the ruined fabric.

I lose myself in the taste of her, the steady flow of slick coating my face and hand. I could spend an eternity here and die a happy man. I need more of her, need to taste her fully. I let her leg fall just long enough to yank her panties off and throw them away, diving straight back into her delicious pussy.

She moans long and low at the first brush of my tongue against her swollen clit, and I reward her with more, swirling and flicking over it until she’s breathing hard. I dip my tongue into her opening, moaning as more of her cream fills my mouth. I lap it up, drinking deep until she’s squirming, her hand in my hair holding me in place. As if anything could make me leave my current state.

A second hand comes to the back of my head, pushing me deeper into Lydia’s core. I close my lips around her clit, sucking and flicking the bud with all I have. I curl my finger deep and moan as someone pulls my hair taut.

“Come for us, little one.”

Rhett’s command is all it takes for Lydia to shatter, her legs shaking around my head as her pussy spasms and coats my face in a flood of cream. I drink it down eagerly, the honey and vanilla and earthy rain taste heavenly on my tongue. I work her through the waves of pleasure, slowing, but not letting up until she’s utterly boneless and whimpering.

“Do you think Lucas deserves a reward for his performance, my love?” Rhett asks into the silence, bringing our focus back.

I look up at Lydia, who stretches one arm up luxuriously, hooking it around the back of Rhett’s neck as she considers me. The sight of her, pale skin pink with the last traces of her climax, eyes hazy with desire, takes my breath away. She could ask me to walk across hot coals right now, and I wouldn’t hesitate.

“I want to taste him,” she practically moans, beautiful lips tilting up in a sensual smile.

I’m moving before my brain fully catches up, and I launch myself onto Rhett’s bed, sitting up against the headboard with my legs spread. Rhett and Lydia both chuckle at my eagerness, but I don’t care. She gives Rhett a lingering kiss before pulling herself away from his arms and prowling her way up to me. The sway of her hips has me hypnotized, my jaw going slack as she crawls up to settle between my legs. I can’t take my eyes off her, enthralled as she wraps her slim fingers around the base of my cock, hardly able to encircle its girth completely. Her tongue darts out, and she gives the head a little kitten lick, gathering up the pre-cum gleaming there.

I hiss in a sharp inhale, my head dropping back as she teases me with her tongue. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I fist my hands in the sheets as I struggle to keep still. When she finally takes me fully into the wet heat of her mouth, I can’t help the groan that spills from my throat. Rhett had described being with Lydia as a nearly religious experience, and I can’t deny the truth of his words as my soul leaves my body the first time the head of my cock slips down the back of her throat.

“If you come before she does, then you won’t get to come again tonight, understood, pet?”

I look up as Rhett growls, finding him lining his cock up to take her from behind. She wiggles her ass delectably, and he gives it a playful swat, which makes her squeal around my cock. I moan at the sensation and Rhett chuckles.

“Yes, sir,” I pant when I remember he asked a question.

Rhett moans as he slides forward, and I moan at the look of bliss that comes over his face. Lydia echoes the noise, and I buck involuntarily at the vibration. She chokes and backs off, and I look down in panic. I gently push her hair back so I can see her face, then immediately relax when I see how her eyes are scrunched closed, mouth open in pleasure.

“Tap my legs if you want me to stop, okay, sweetheart?” I whisper, leaning down to speak into her ear.

“Are you going to fuck my throat?” she whimpers, body shaking as Rhett thrusts into her with a hard but steady rhythm.

“If you want me to, I will.”

She turns her head and captures my lips with hers, and I move with her as our tongues tangle. She pulls away when Rhett hits her sweet spot, cursing and moaning.

“Make me choke on your cock, Luc. Please,” she begs, voice high and breathy.

I don’t need telling twice. I shift so I’m sitting on my heels and gather a more solid handful of her hair in my fist. Rhett growls, but I don’t pay him any mind, guiding Lydia’s mouth back to my cock. She takes the tip eagerly, hollowing out her cheeks as I thrust up, letting her get used to my size. She moans and whimpers, saliva running down my cock as Rhett and I pick up speed. His thrusts drive her deeper down onto me, and she chokes a few times before she adjusts and lets me slide even deeper.

“Touch your clit for me, sweetheart,” I pant, tugging her hair slightly to slow her down.

She obeys without thought, one of her hands slipping between her legs. Rhett moans and drives deep, grinding his hips against hers to work her into a frenzy. Lydia pulls her head up to suck in a deep breath.

“I’m gonna, I’m close—”

“Come on our sir’s cock. Do it for me,” I beg, pulling her up for another bruising kiss.

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