Page 43 of Dev Girl

“See? That leaves so many reasons to not stop after one. Otherwise it would be like saying you want to learn to play the bass, but only picking it up once?”

Onyx furrowed his brows. “How so?”

“Each time you pluck those strings, you learn better which ones make the best sounds.” I gave Alys my full attention. “If we don’t ever fuck again, how will we figure out which of your strings makes the best sounds?” I gripped her hips as I stepped closer to her.

The tiniest whimper—barely loud enough to hear—escaped her throat. “You have a point.”

I lifted her enough to set her on a wooden counter, and slid between her legs. “We can start to get a feel for each other’s likes at the same time. If you like your ears nibbled, or your nipples sucked until they’re swollen and puffy and you’re ready to come. Or maybe you just like a face buried between your legs until you scream with pleasure.”

“How did this all become about me?” Alys’s voice was soft. So tempting.

I couldn’t stop staring at her lips. Couldn’t help but think about how easy it would be to lean in and kiss her. Have her, even for just a little while. “You’re the one who wanted to masturbate.”

“Yeah, that was me talking about circle jerks.” One corner of her mouth pulled up.

“Tell me this is okay.” I didn’t beg for sex, but I was willing to make an exception tonight.

Her smile grew. “This is better than okay.”

Thank every single god and goddess of sex in every pantheon ever.

I brushed my lips over hers, which were soft. Yielding. Better than I remembered.

This was going to be incredible.

I dug my fingers into her hips and crushed my mouth to hers as I pressed closer to her. It was impossible to see a downside to doing this again and again. Every time I touched Alys, electricity raced through me, and she made the most delicious noises.

Hell, Onyx did too, from his perfect vantage point of the two of us.

I dragged my mouth along her jaw, and moved one hand to her hair to yank playfully. At her gasp, I pulled harder, exposing her neck. Kissing up her ear, to draw my tongue along the shell. “Where do you want me to start?” I whispered.

She shivered against me, and somehow my dick got harder. “I’m open to suggestions. There’s a long list of what I like.”

Fuck yes. I nipped her earlobe and kissed down her neck again, mixing in licks and kisses. “If there’s a list, we’re going to have to do this a lot more.”

“Oh, damn.” Alys smirked and squirmed against me.

“When do we get the sexy music? When does the dialog turn bad?” The levity in Onyx’s questions lightened the moment, rather than shattering it.

I nipped Alys’s shoulder. New sound. Fun. “With us, the dialogue is never bad,” I said.

“We could give it a shot.” The teasing in Alys’s voice mingled with a husky, breathy sound. “Um… I need your long, hard meat in my lady pillow.”

Onyx and I laughed.

“That’s pretty bad,” Onyx said. “Possibly hard-on killing.”

He could speak for himself. I pushed Alys’s T-shirt up her stomach. If I made her squeal or scream, would they hear it out front? There was something tantalizingly naughty about the thought. “My man meat is even harder now.” I kissed the tops of her breasts, along the edge of her bra. “But I do want clarification.” I pressed her breasts together, and teased my thumbs over her nipples.

She arched her back and pressed into my hands.

So. Good.

“Are these the lady pillows in question? If so, impaling them might be bad.” I tugged down her bra, exposing her, lowered my head, and drew one of her nipples into my mouth.

This was so much fun. So fucking hot. And Alys’s gasp made it even better.

“What were we talking about?” Her question was breathy.

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