Page 62 of Seeking Two Lovers

“I want to taste you too.” Lily’s whisper to Blaine rolled my eyes back into my head, and I gritted my teeth.

“Let her, B. Please…fucking let her,” I pleaded for what I’d yet to see.

No woman had put her mouth on his dick, only their hands. While he’d never mentioned blow jobs as a trigger, I’d often wondered because what sane man didn’t want a hot mouth and tongue wrapped around their dick?

Blaine watched Lily rather than my eyes in the mirror as she scooted to the floor and rearranged herself to access his zipper and the thick ridge I knew waited for her.

He shifted, laughed a curse.

She giggled.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned the word, his tone rumbling ball-tinglingly low as his head fell back against the seat.

Welcome to the world of blow jobs, my love.

I bit my tongue, ears straining for the little utterances leaving Blaine’s lips. Moans and gasps tightened every muscle in my body to spring over the seat to join them. Curses and her whimpers while she sucked him flooded my mouth with drool.

A fucking orchestra of lust-inducing music to my ears, a moving near-crescendo to my body that seized my balls up tight against my groin.

Don’t blow, don’t blow.

I cursed, needing to strangle my dick.

“Give it to her, B,” I demanded, my voice as shaky as my hand attempting to tug down my balls.

Before I bust a nut like a goddamn teenager in my jeans.

“Lily—” Blaine’s voice cut off with a guttural moan that shivered my skin. A delicious sound I’d memorized with his every climax I’d been lucky enough to hear over the years.

Beautiful.

I hissed through my clenched teeth, my one-handed grip on the steering wheel ready to snap the metal beneath it.

“Shit. I’m sorry,” he muttered a few seconds later.

“Don’t be.” Lily’s husky voice hinted at pleasure, a crooning happiness over a mouthful of cum.

Fuck, did I need to give her another load to swallow down.

“Come here.” Blaine’s murmur whispered over my skin like a caress, and goosebumps rose over my arms.

I glanced back to find Blaine clasping her neck, their mouths once more fused. A peek of tongue rushed adrenaline and lust through my blood.

Goddamnit.

Teeth gritted, I pulled into my driveway, every cell, every atom in my body on the verge of explosion. I imagined Lily felt the same considering she faced having her fantasies fulfilled.

I parked. Turned off the car. Contemplated grabbing her up and fucking her against the nearest wall.

But I wanted more—for all of us.

And that started with the man I loved beyond life. I needed him to be free for the first time with a woman. I lusted to soak that shit up, edge myself while watching him finally let go, because finding release after that would be fucking fantastic.

Legs shaking, I led the two of them to my bedroom, thankful as fuck the cleaning crew had come through earlier in the day, putting new sheets on my bed.

Lily and Blaine still held hands, trailing along behind me, but stopped in the middle of my room as I settled into the lone chair facing the king-sized mattress and down comforter.

Blaine’s eyes flared with heat when he realized what I planned even though my body tensed to devour like a ravenous animal.

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