Then he backed up and released me with a faintpop.
He looked up at me, so pretty on his knees with my cum on his chin.
I swiped my fingers through it. “This the same mouth you want to kiss Harlow with?”
Rico licked his lips and smirked, averting his gaze.
“Answer me.”
“You know the answer,” he grumbled, getting to his feet.
“Still wanna hear it,” I told him, grabbing the back of his head to bring our mouths together.
Tasting myself on his tongue was an experience I was still falling in love with.
Between us, his erection pressed against his linen shorts, straining toward my spent dick. All I wanted to do was climb on this bed and sit on it until he came but we’d had way too much BBQ for me to be playing reckless games.
I knew how I was gonna make him come though. The toy in our nightstand and reminding him Harlow was down the hall would do the job in record time.
I was used to pleasing this man. Loved having the privilege. And I didn’t care how unconventional our bond was. It worked for us in its own convoluted, messy way. And regardless of how things went at dinner, I had a good feeling Harlow wouldn’t be on the other side of that door much longer.
She’d be in here with us, where she belonged.
Can’t Look Away
Leaving Soul asleep in my bed, I walked into the hall and headed for the staircase.
I needed to grab the crystal vase I promised Yvette I would bring to dinner today. We weren’t leaving for a few hours, but the vase was in the guest room closet. And if I didn’t take it out now and put it in front of the door downstairs, I’d forget.
Turning the knob on Christian’s door, I didn’t hesitate to walk in because I’d seen him and Harlow walking down the beach with paddle boards earlier.
But I didn’t walk into an empty room.
Nope. I got the opposite.
Christian was still here.
On the bed.
Head thrown back.
Legs spread.
Dick in his fist. Along with a black scrap of material that looked a lot like a thong.
Oh shit.
Oh fuck.
His chest heaved and white streaks of cum painted his abdomen. He was still coming. And what hadn’t hit his stomach was dripping down his knuckles.
The panties weren’t spared by his release and from the way he had them wrapped around his length, it looked like that was exactly what he wanted.
“Oh, shit.”
My best friend didn’t start at the sound of my voice. Instead, he peeled his sleepy eyes open and looked at me with an unreadable expression.
Christian didn’t wear the look of someone who had just gotten caught. No, he looked completely satisfied and too blissed out to give a fuck.
