Page 17 of Chloé

Ever so slowly Chloé began to sit, and it was easy to see when Ethan’s plump head met her sensitive skin. She sucked in a breath and let out a low moan.

“Feel good, Red?”

She panted and nodded as she continued down, and when she was finally seated, Ethan put a hand to each knee and spread them over his thighs. The shirt fluttered down between her legs as she leaned back against Ethan’s chest, and Zayne thought she’d never looked sexier. Cute, cozy, and one hundred percent disheveled. By the time they were done with her, she was going to look thoroughly debauched.

Ethan slid his hands up her legs and down between her thighs, and Chloé began to move.

“Yesss. That’s it, beautiful. Ride me.”He took hold of the ends of the shirt and inched it up to reveal his cock deep inside her. “Show me how good you feel. Show Zayne…”

Zayne groaned, his eyes feasting on the erotic image the two of them made as Ethan began to circle her clit and Chloé moved up and down his shaft. She leaned her head back, and Ethan began to kiss and suck his way up under her ear, making her moan. She ran her hands up her shirt until she was squeezing and molding her breasts as she writhed on Ethan’s lap like she couldn’t sit still. The visual was one of the sexiest things Zayne had ever seen.

“Christ,” he cursed, and Ethan’s eyes found his with an invitation to come closer. Zayne was on his feet in seconds.

At the sound of movement, Chloé opened her eyes, and her glassy expression showed just how far gone she was. Zayne put a finger under her chin and angled her face up toward his.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now?”

Chloé’s breasts strained against her shirt, her hard nipples playing hide-and-seek with him behind the white material. He fisted his length and gave it several pulls right by her parted lips, but just as he was about to direct it toward her mouth, he heard, “I don’t think so.”

Zayne looked to Ethan, and the wicked light in his eyes didn’t bode well for Zayne’s frustrated state.

“Get on your knees.”

Zayne got down to his knees as Ethan moved his hands to the top button of Chloé’s shirt. He began to undo it, and when he reached her navel and gently parted the material, Zayne groaned as her rosy-tipped breasts came into view.

“Want a taste of her?”

Fuck yes, he did.

“You can taste whatever you want. But I told you, tonight, you get to come when I let you—and that is not now.” Zayne’s eyes narrowed, and Ethan smirked. “Who’s nice now?”

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FOR SOMEONE WHO prided himself on having the utmost control, Ethan sure as hell didn’t feel in control right now.

Ever since they’d gotten back from Paris, Chloé had been exploring new facets of her sexuality. And when she stepped out onto the balcony tonight, he’d wanted to see how far their naughty girl was willing to go.

He now had his answer—all the way.

The warm, wet heat of her tight body surrounded his cock in a way that made his balls ache, and every time she shifted on his lap, Ethan clenched his jaw. The pleasure of being deep inside her tested his stringent limits.

Add in Zayne’s greedy stare and steely hard-on and it was all Ethan could do not to end this right here and now. But that would be too easy on Zayne, and, well, his boy deserved a lesson in running his mouth earlier—even if it was a soft lesson. So to speak.

Zayne between his legs and Chloé on his cock? Ethan was in pure fucking heaven right now.

Zayne brushed Chloé’s shirt tails apart and lowered his head, Ethan’s hips thrust up, and Chloé moaned.

“Fuck yes, moan for us,petite fille. Let everyone know how good you feel with my cock in you and Zayne’s tongue teasing your clit.”

Chloé leaned her head back against his shoulder and began to writhe around on his lap, and Ethan reached out and put a hand to the back of Zayne’s head, pulling him closer. A second later, Chloé let out an ear-blistering cry and her pussy clenched around his cock like a vise.

She was dripping wet, her arousal sliding down Ethan’s cock and coating his balls—and no doubt Zayne’s face—as he let go of Zayne’s head and reached up to cover her hands where they cupped her breasts.

He kissed the hair by her temple and pinched her nipples, rolling and teasing them as Zayne and his cock drove her wild.

“Ethan…” she whimpered, and began to roll her hips in a sensual dance, thrusting her hips forward. “Zayne…”

A low growl came from Zayne, who looked up from between her spread thighs, and his face was a fucking mess—swollen, wet lips, dark, blown-out pupils, his mouth, chin, and cheeks glistening with Chloé’s arousal, and more than likely some of Ethan’s.

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