They both moaned, but Iris’s was louder.
He worked his hand a little deeper into the tight fabric and managed to get a good angle to rub her clit. One of her hands was still clenching his shoulder and the other clutching his abs, so close to where he really wanted her hanging on to him. Somehow, though, he didn’t even care if she touched his cock. He just wanted to make her come.
He twisted his tongue with hers and rubbed her clit furiously, feeding off the sexy little noises she made against his mouth. He could hear the others in the kitchen doing whatever, voices buried under the soft bass thump of Eva’s house music, and the chance that they might get interrupted made everything more exciting.
A second later, Iris exploded around his hand.
Her whole body shook around him, and he swallowed her moan of completion with his tongue and lips to keep it from reverberating around the house. He brushed her clit, prolonging her orgasm, and she shook even more.
It was like she melted under his touch. All her abrasiveness simply dissolved, and she became this pliant, soft creature that was the furthest thing from the Iris he knew.
It was simultaneously the sexiest and most precious thing he’d ever witnessed, but he wasn’t sure what that second part meant so he ignored it for now. He just knew making her come was his new favorite hobby, and he wanted it to happen again. Like, now.
“Damn it, Meph,” she panted against his mouth, coming down from her climax.
He sensed instinctively that everything had just changed between them. Somehow, making her come had shifted their dysfunctional relationship to the next level. Whatever that even was. He wasn’t sure yet, but he was keen to find out.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” He nipped at her lower lip and brushed her clit again, and she jerked in his arms.
“Sensitive,” she gasped.
He grinned. “Bet I could make you come again.”
“Bet I could make you come faster.”
“Think I’d come if you so much as breathed on me at this point.”
“I don’t wanna breathe on it. I wanna suck it.”
He groaned, unable to keep from thrusting his hips upward into nothing. “Fuck, yes, please.”
And then Raum said, “You guys want a beer or something—Oh.”
Meph whipped his hand out of Iris’s pants and twisted around to find Raum standing in the hall staring at them, the puppy fast asleep in his arms. The broody, sullen asshole who never smiled had the biggest grin overtaking his face.
Meph glared at him harder than he’d ever glared at anyone. If Raum tried to fuck with him right now, he swore by all that was unholy, he would—
“Hey, Meph.” Golden eyes twinkled with mischief. “Come here for a sec.”
Nope. He wasn’t standing up right now. Not with the flagpole flying out the front of him.
His glare intensified.
“Come here, Meph.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Fuck off.”
Raum continued to grin. “Why? Is there some reason you can’t stand up?”
“If I do get up, it’ll be to kill you.”
“Then come here and try. Unless you can’t?”
“What are you bitching about?” Belial demanded from the kitchen, and Meph could hear his heavy footsteps in the hallway heading toward them.
