“Do you want me to get you off, beautiful, while we listen to someone else?” I ask quietly as I nip her ear.
Cora moans, arching into me.
Spinning, I pin her against the wall. “I won’t fuck you here, but I can take the edge off. Open your legs, beautiful.”
She widens her legs as I drop to my knees. I smirk at how willing and ready she is.
I can hear the panting from deeper in the closet, but I don’t stop. To be honest, it has my cock hard to think about what is going on back there and how wet it’s making my girl.
Licking her over her underwear, I can taste her. Her thighs are covered in the evidence that she is damn near ready to combust.
Pulling them aside, I look up at Cora. Her eyes are at the back of the room, as if she is imagining what is happening back there.
“Eyes on me, beautiful. Hold on tight.”
Her eyes snap to mine as I hike her leg over my shoulder. Then I lick her long and hard. I angle my tongue so that I can stick it inside her as far as I can before I lick and nip my way up to her clit. Her pants are coming faster as her hands dig into my hair.
I glance up, finding her eyes on me like I demanded.
I’m so fucking pleased. I’m going to reward her.
Using two fingers, I thrust inside of her while I attack her clit. She is moaning louder. So loud that I know whoever is in here with us can hear her, but they don’t stop. Their moans match hers as if we are in competition.
Reaching down with my free hand, I stroke my own cock as I eat her like she is the last thing I will ever eat.
When she comes, I feel her gush down my chin. I lap at her, stroking myself harder until I come all over the wall.
I continue to hold Cora up as I pant against her. That’s when I hear it. The quiet in the room.
I glance up and find Cora looking at something. When I look over my shoulder, I see a woman being escorted out by two men. As they get closer, I recognize them.
Our hosts tonight.
Aurora Blake with the Aussie and American.
“Keep him on his toes,” Aurora tells Cora, winking at her as they exit the room. Neither guy looks at Cora, which I’m grateful for.
Lowering her leg, I put her panties back into place. Then I stand and press a kiss to her lips. “Are you okay?”
She smirks up at me. “That was thrilling.”
I shake my head. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“What a way to go, though.”
Ain’t that the damn truth.
twenty-four
Thanksgiving is coming up, and I think I’m going to tell my mom and Clay what I’ve decided about school. I don’t want to do it alone, though. I’m all kinds of nervous.
What if it goes wrong? Or they refuse to let me?
I don’t like arguing with them. I’m more of the passive sibling. Roll with the punches and do whatever I can to make their life easier.
It has me all kinds of fidgety. So much so that Kellan has taken note.
“Are you worried Peyton is going to come back? I thought she had to work tonight,” he asks as he lies naked in my bed with me lying on his chest.
