Page 88 of Rebel Revenge

It was what the old Rebel would have said.

It was what this current version desperately wanted.

“You want him jealous.”

There was no point denying it. I nodded.

“How bad?”

I glanced over at Fang, always so willing to give me anything I wanted. But his dick was hard behind his jeans. He was clearly getting off on this as well. I swallowed. “Do your worst.”

“You might wish you hadn’t said that. It just makes me want to cause a scene.”

My heart hammered, and for half a second, I thought maybe I’d gone too far. That I should take back the permission I’d just given him. Instead, I let him brush my panties to the side, flashing Vaughn.

His gaze was hot on my pussy that was very probably dripping from a combination of the two of them. In retaliation, he dragged the spaghetti strap on Kiki’s dress down, exposing one of her tits. She had a whole lot more going on than I did, her breast spilling over his hand when he cupped her there. He put his head down to take her nipple in his mouth, but his eyes were on me the entire time.

Fang pushed a finger up inside me, and I did nothing to stop the moan that slipped out of my mouth. He alternated between my clit and pressing inside me, quickly adding a second finger when one clearly wasn’t enough.

Kiki was an actress through and through, and one who liked the limelight. She moaned loudly at what Vaughn was doing to her, and a few of the other guys looked over, one starting a slow round of applause for her. She winked in their direction, well used to putting on a show for them.

Vaughn didn’t even seem to notice.

He only had eyes for me.

Kiki pulled her other dress strap down, letting it settle around her hips, both breasts on display for anyone who wanted to see them. With a show, she got to her knees in front of Vaughn, and Amber leaned over to undo his pants. “Let’s see your cock, handsome.”

That jealousy surged again, making me breathless even though I had another man’s fingers inside me, working me toward orgasm.

Vaughn surely wasn’t going to let them blow him right here with everyone watching.

But yes, apparently, he was. The challenge was there in Vaughn’s eyes when he raised his hips up off the couch so Amber could drag his jeans and underwear down.

I hadn’t picked him to be into this. The public nature of what we were doing.

But his dick was hard, and his expression searing.

I clenched around Fang’s fingers, needing more, needing distraction from Amber putting her head into Vaughn’s lap and deep-throating him like it was a fucking Olympic sport.

“Stand up,” Fang ordered.

I was weak with need and so lost in watching Vaughn, I didn’t argue. I just stood.

It was a mistake. From the higher viewpoint I could see every slide of Amber’s tongue as she sucked him. As well as the way he threaded his fingers through Kiki’s hair when they alternated.

Fang yanked down my fishnets, dragging them right down my thighs, over my calves, and then off my feet.

But it was me who pushed Fang down on the couch so he was lying.

He gripped my leg, massaging it. “Get over here, Pix. You know what I want.”

I climbed up his body, legs spread across his broad chest where I paused, waiting because I knew him.

He flipped my skirt up, flashing my bare ass and pussy to the room, then dragged me over to his face. His tongue licked right through my center as I sank down over his lips and tongue.

Pleasure roared its way through me. Spiraling from my nipples that begged for the same treatment Vaughn had shown Kiki. Right through my belly, and lower to where Fang did the thing that Fang did best.

The man ate pussy like he’d been born to do it. Like his life’s mission was giving his woman the utmost amount of pleasure one could receive before their lady bits set up a fan page for his talents. His fingers dug into the sides of my hips and guided me over his face, rocking me back and forth and bouncing me on his tongue.

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