“You’re a fucking tease.” She pulls her lips from Drake's, hissing.
“If you think we’re bad, just wait until E and Santi get their hands on you.” Drake smirks, making her whimper.
I continue my soft exploration of her center, driving her mad.
“She’s drenched for us,” I tell Drake, watching his eyes flare.
He pulls my hand from under her dress to his lips, painting them with her wetness. Then he leans forward, pulling my face to his. As soon as his lips meet mine, my tongue darts out to taste our girl. His meets mine and we both groan.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Aurora murmurs.
When I pull back and look at her, I find her glazed eyes locked on us. I smirk at her, licking Drake’s lips once more.
“You taste sweet,” I whisper to her.
“So sweet,” Drake echoes.
The cab comes to a stop all too soon. Drake pulls a couple bills out of his pocket, tossing them toward the cabbie as I pull Aurora from the car.
It doesn’t take long for us to stumble through the lobby and up the elevator. Once at the door of our hotel, I unlock it, opening it wide.
“Ready for some fun?”
* * *
“Ready for some fun?” Liam’s voice is deep and filled with hunger.
My heart races and my body feels as if it’s on fire.
Watching them kiss in the car, knowing it was me they were tasting, was something that I will never get over. That will live in my spank bank for the rest of my life. It was the single hottest thing I’ve ever experienced and I won’t lie. I want more.
Still, the door clicking shut sounds like a gunshot going off, making me gasp. Liam turns toward me and slowly checks me out.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, clenching his fists.
I’m nervous, but not enough to stop this. I worry I won’t live up to their expectations, but I want them, nonetheless.
Licking my lips, I stare at him in the eyes. “Yes.”
I watch as a slow smile spreads across his face.
Drake steps up behind me and slowly trails his hands down my bare arms, making me shiver.
“Are you cold?” Drake rasps.
“She’s not cold,” Liam says, eyes shining as he shakes his head, stepping forward. “She’s turned on.”
The loss of Drake’s body heat when he steps back is noticeable.
“May I?” he asks, fingering my zipper.
I nod, unable to give him verbal permission.
“Words, Beauty. I need to hear you say it,” he scolds.
“Y-yes.”
Liam steps forward and trails his finger down my cleavage, in sync with Drake lowering the zipper.
