Page 80 of Pretty Poisoned
When her tongue runs over my clit, I freeze. Waves of pleasure send goosebumps up my spine, and I let out a muffled cry. Luca takes over setting the pace again with that hand in my hair.
"Don't stop, baby, or I'll make her stop, too."
I tighten my grip on his cock and start working him again with my mouth, sucking him and pumping his dick in my fist while River sucks on me. Her tongue circles my clit with the kind of precision that has me arching my back, silently begging for more.
"You like that, Teagan?" Luca groans. "You're dripping down her fucking face, baby."
"Mmm," I moan, and my legs start to shake.
"She fucking loves it, don't you, Riv?"
"Mmhmm," she moans against my pussy. "Your angel tastes like heaven."
She buries her face back inside me, sucking my clit into her mouth, nuzzling her entire fucking face into me while she flicks it with her tongue, and I explode, digging my nails into Luca's thighs as the orgasm wracks my body.
"Don't stop, Teagan," he says again, my cries muffled by his cock. He uses my mouth while I wriggle my hips against her face. My pussy is still pulsing when she pulls away, still dripping and exposed.
Luca's cock jumps in my fist, and I refocus my attention, taking him deep into my throat and quickening my pace.
"Just like that, Teagan. Oh, fuck," he groans. "There you go baby, take it all."
With a firm grip on my hair, he comes against the back of my throat.
"Keep it in your throat, Teagan," he says. "Get every drop, or you're licking it up."
I suck and swallow until he finally releases me, and then I sit up, pull my skirt down and try to catch my breath. I look around the table and feel my cheeks flushing redder than they already are. Luca throws his arm around my shoulders and kisses my neck.
"So, who eats pussy better?" Hazel asks. "Out of the three of us."
"Don't fucking start that shit, Hazel," Luca says. "Don't answer that, Teagan."
"Hey."
I look up and see Eli standing at the end of the table, his arm around another girl I've never seen before. Guess he ditched the two he brought home—two-stop rule.Heseems to like bloodsluts just fine. Exclusively, even.
"I didn't want to interrupt, but the cars are here," Eli says. "Let's get out of here."
We all file out of the booth, then through the back door and around to the front of the building. But I notice someone is missing.
I can't stop myself from asking. "What about Declan?"
"He left on his own," Eli says.
Two black town cars take us to the hotel, where we all pile into the elevator and up to the seventh floor. We start down the hallway together, me under Luca's arm. Declan stands in the doorway to one of the rooms, shirtless. His hair is wet like he just got out of the shower, but there's still some dried blood on the side of his neck. A pair of white joggers hang low around his waist—low enough that I can follow that deep 'v' below his abs until it gives way to trimmed dark hair.
He looks unsteady as he leans against the doorframe, his dark eyes glazed over like he's had far too much to drink. Which is hard to imagine—that Declan would relinquish control like that.
Well…except for when he lay in the grass next to Layla's dying body.
"Teagan," Declan says. "Come here."
"Um, why?"
"I told you—I have a surprise for you."
"Go, baby," Luca says, then leans down and whispers in my ear. "Don't hurt his feelings."
His hand drops to the small of my back, urging me toward Declan.
