Page 81 of Wallflower in Bloom

“Oh fuck yes.” She rested her head on the bed, spread out at his mercy. Jack moved his hand to her pussy, getting his fingers wet. He teased the bud of her ass while his tongue moved over her clit, and Violet clenched her walls, wanting to be filled.

“We’re so bad,” she whispered. He slowly explored the rim before gently pressing in with his finger. She felt exposed and needy, a new craving pulling at her for more of this wicked heaven.

She panted through her cries, rocking against Jack’s face harder and harder. She took what she wanted, how she wanted, and being fucked in exactly the right way that felt so wrong.

“So goddamn perfect,” he ground out as she fucked his face, and she climaxed against him at his words. Nerve endings and muscles twisted pleasure out of her as she moved.

Jack moaned as she screamed, and she felt him pulse under her as she rode him. Pleasure shooting through every nerve ending, craving more more more until there wasn’t another drop to give.

Finally stilled, she looked back to see he’d come without even touching himself. His hands had been on her the whole time.

She sat back on her heels, giving him space to breathe.

“Holy. Mother. Of god.” His breath came in wracking heaves.

“That was…” She leaned on the bed. “Unbelievable.” He still had his finger in her ass, and something about it made her feel so wanton. So sexual, and filthy, and his.

They both caught their breath, and her hand came to his face, covered in her wetness. He looked wide-eyed but happy and satiated.

“Good?” she asked.

He blew out a happy laugh and kissed her thigh. “It’s always the quiet ones who are best in bed.”

Chapter

Seventeen

JACK

“I thought you hadn’t played this game,” Gray yelled.

He and Jack wrestled with game controllers, staring at the large TV screen in Gray’s game room.

“Maybe you’re just horrid at it, Roberts.” Jack jammed his thumbs at the controller, sneaking up on Gray’s character.

The game buzzer sounded. “Ah, fuck,” Gray muttered. He tossed his controller to the side. “Want some food?”

“Only if it’s a salad. I’ve been eating too well at Violet’s house.”

A vision of Violet riding his face the previous week came back to him. He needed to immediately switch gears if he didn’t want to get an instant hard-on next to Gray.

Violet had been under the weather from a cold for the last week after their explosive night together. He’d happily waited on her hand and foot, but the list had to wait until she felt better.

He’d been only too happy to have her tucked in his arms most days, falling asleep as he read to her.

“How’s it going with the whole situation?” Gray levered himself up from the couch. Duke, Gray’s small mutt, hopped up into the warm place vacated by Gray and insisted on pets from Jack.

Jack got lost in thought, thinking about tucking Violet in last night, her sleepy, happy grin.

How it had been torture to sleep in his own bed. How he’d wanted her desperately that morning, but she’d already left for Bloom to catch up from being out.

“You have the dopiest-ass grin I’ve ever seen on your face. You know that, right?” Gray eyed him.

“Because your dog loves me,” Jack said, scratching Duke behind the ears, causing his tail to blur with happiness.

“Bullshit. You said you’d keep your hands off of her,” Gray warned, a steel glint in his voice.

They’d been friends for a long time but had their share of arguments. He’d called Gray out on his shit when he’d started using too much when he was beginning to destroy his life.

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