Page 64 of Stolen Faith

Then one of Rowan’s hands was skimming down her side, making her abdominal muscles flutter.

“Look,” he said, and it was almost a command.

Izabel opened her eyes, looking not at the wall but down at Brennon kneeling before her. Rowan had fisted his hand in Brennon’s hair and was holding him away from her. Brennon’s gaze was hot, almost dangerous, as it flicked between them.

“Do you want him to lick your pussy?” Rowan asked.

“Yes.”

Brennon gripped her panties and yanked them down, startling her into a soft yelp. Brennon froze, eyes going wide with worry.

“That was sexy,” she breathed. “Not scary.”

Brennon’s face relaxed into a smile, and he tried to lean in, but Rowan tugged on his hair, stopping him. Brennon’s hands flexed on Izabel’s legs, his fingers pressing into her ass.

“Let me lick our wife’s pussy,” Brennon demanded.

The word wife sent a little shiver down Izabel’s back that turned to a moan when Rowan tugged on the nipple he still held.

“Do you want me to press his face into your pussy?” Rowan asked her, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

“Yes.”

“You’ll have to open up to make room for him.”

Izabel stepped wide, Brennon’s fingers kneading her ass as she did. But it wasn’t enough, wasn’t going to be, so Izabel leaned back against Rowan. For a second, he swayed, then stiffened behind her, becoming a hard wall she could lean against.

Izabel lifted one foot, and Brennon slid her panties off that leg. Then she hooked her knee over his shoulder. Brennon turned and kissed the inside of her leg. She watched the path his mouth took along her inner thigh, his lips soft, his cheeks and chin rough with stubble. She didn’t know if Brennon was doing this on his own, or if Rowan was guiding him, and somehow the not knowing made it better.

Brennon paused, panting against the crease of skin where thigh met hip. His stubbled cheek was pressed against her pussy lips. Izabel pushed her hips forward, almost grinding herself against his face, but he leaned away.

Frustrated, she reached down, putting her own hand over Rowan’s in Brennon’s hair. Together, they guided him, turned his head so his lips touched her pussy. For a moment, he just breathed against her, and it was so soft and intimate that Izabel’s throat worked with an unnamed emotion. She raised her other hand, tangling it in Rowan’s hair as he kissed and licked her neck.

Then Brennon let out a low groan of need, and his tongue parted her labia. She hissed in pleasure as he licked her with a long stroke of his tongue that went from her entrance up to her clit. Brennon wiggled his head, nuzzling between her pussy lips to get better access to her clit.

He licked with long, slow strokes of his tongue, touching her everywhere with each pass, and he pressed his tongue flat against her.

“Yes, more,” she demanded, dragging in deep, long breaths as the pleasure built.

Brennon pressed his tongue flat against her clit, his nose buried in her mound. Then he started to work his tongue in a circular motion, without lifting it. The flat, soft pressure was unlike anything she’d ever had done to her before.

“Brennon,” she breathed. “How…what…”

Rowan’s lips lifted from her neck, and he peered down as if he could see what Brennon was doing. Brennon looked up, his face buried in her pussy, and winked at Rowan.

Izabel started to laugh, but his tongue was still pressing, massaging, stroking. Like a wire pulled tight, the pleasure hummed and vibrated in her, and then it was too much. She screamed as she came, Rowan’s hand covering her mouth to muffle the sound as he sucked and nipped her neck. His fingers plucking, pinching, and twisting her nipple kept the orgasm going.

Izabel tightened her leg muscles, grinding her face against Brennon until it was too much, her body sensitized by the pleasure to the point that even the touch of Brennon’s soft tongue was pain.

She unhooked her leg and tried to step back, but Rowan was still behind her. His hand lifted from her mouth, but then he traced her lips with one finger. She opened her mouth, and he pressed his finger inside.

“Suck.”

Izabel sucked, tasting Rowan’s skin.

“Tell us now if you want to stop,” Rowan said.

She shook her head, and he pulled his finger out of her mouth. She sucked hard as he did it, so there was a popping sound as he withdrew.

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