Page 25 of Give Me What I Want

I was starting to get pissed off, so I drove my tongue into her pussy. Forceful. Back in control. My fingers followed, two, stretching, curling, and I finally heard her again. With my tongue lashing at her clit and my fingers drumming against her g-spot, I heard her cry my name along with a hundred colourful curses.

Glancing back up at her I couldn’t stop myself from grinning, pulling back and licking my lips, savouring the taste of her as I pushed her to the place I wanted her.

Her back arched, her head slamming against Cole’s chest as I played her like I played my favourite guitar. I’d make her remember the way my hands made her feel for the rest of her life. I’d make sure that whenever I played a solo she’d think of this moment. The moment when I made her come all over my fingers.

Her walls fluttered around me as her body shook. I loved how she felt, but I wanted to taste her. The potent, sweet juice that coated my fingers. I pulled my fingers out, sucked them, then flattened my tongue over her cunt, ensuring I didn’t miss a single drop of her pleasure.

The music skipped to the next track, and Cole lowered the volume just enough to be heard clearly over it. “Thank you, Mav.”

“For what?” I asked, licking my lips.

“You didn’t see her face, but it was fucking beautiful when she came. I won’t be forgetting that, ever.” Cole’s grin wouldn’t quit, it kept getting wider and wider.

“Do you know what would make her face look even better?” I asked him, rolling my shoulders and pushing up onto my feet so that I could look down on them.

“What?”

“You, fucking it.”

Cole nodded then looked at Bea, a question silently passing between them, one that she answered by shimmying up the bed, resting her head on a pillow, and beckoning him up towards her.

“Here.” I tossed Cole my phone. He caught it and frowned. “Video her, she should see how beautiful she looks with your cock in her mouth.”

“Can I?” he asked, staring down at Bea as he began to slip his sweats off, boxers rolling down too, cock springing free.

Bea choked on air, squeaked, then nodded eagerly, her eyes never leaving his solid cock for a second.

I watched them for a moment, memorising the way her lips puckered as she took his tip between them, teasing just a little as he got himself comfortable, straddling her chest, twisting the fingers of his free hand into her hair and opening the camera on my phone.

“Fuck,” Ronan groaned, still in his place, still not fighting me on my choice to put him there, and I wondered if he’d make it all the way through watching us without having a tantrum or storming out.

Jordan still stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his head shaking, and lips pursed. “This isn’t going to fix anything,” he whispered, annoyance in his tone as he took in the scene before him.

“It will,” I said with complete certainty, jerking my head and urging him into the room.

Ronan laughed when Jordan didn’t move. My attention dropped to him, sitting on the floor, adjusting his cock beneath his boxers, only the one item of clothing covering him. He had been so ready to fuck her again, but that opportunity hadn’t even been on the table. Although, I had a sickening feeling that she’d have caved if I hadn’t dragged him away.

A slurping noise, followed by a groan from Cole, made his brows pinch. Ronan was getting frustrated. I liked him this way. It pleased me.

“Go get a better look, Ronan.” I nodded at Cole’s ass, smiling as he thrust into Bea’s throat, making her choke.

“I’m good here,” he said coldly.

“You sure?” I asked, bending to push my shorts down to my ankles, then tearing my shirt up over my head. I tossed my clothes his way, grabbed my cock, and began to stroke myself, holding his gaze the entire time.

Fire burned behind his dark eyes, and I bit my lip and chuckled deep in my throat.

“You sure, Ro?” I asked again, rolling my thumb over the head of my cock, smearing precum over myself then turning back to the bed. “Or are you hoping to learn something by watching me?”

He snorted. “You couldn’t teach me anything I don’t already know. Especially when it comes to our little Queenie. I already know how to make her scream.”

“Were you not paying attention? I had her coming in minutes.”

“I did it in seconds.”

“Bullshit.”

There was no way. No way in hell had he managed that. But with one small comment and the tug of his lips, he had set off something between us that felt like a competition. I didn’t know, nor care what the prize was, or how the score would be kept, but I did know that I was going to make Bea scream and choke on my best friend’s cock as she came all over mine.

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