I moaned against her flesh, because her watching me go down on her was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. Way hotter than anything I’d seen at Psychos or Sinners.
Because it was her.
Her hips lifted, and her beautiful lips parted, breathy moans escaping.
She was close. I could feel it in the fluttering of her pussy when I drove my fingers inside her, pressing up so I was on her G-spot.
I knew this didn’t forgive the way I’d run out on her. Or what I’d let happen to her tonight. Her letting me between her thighs had nothing to do with me and everything to do with her needing to disappear into some other place where the nightmares she’d lived didn’t exist.
I worked her harder, faster, giving her that because it was all I could do right.
She came around my fingers, her eyes closing and her head pressing back on the pillows. Her pussy gripped me tightly, and with every ounce of my being, I wished it were my cock. I wanted her naked on my lap, riding me, our bodies pressed together and her lips on mine.
I wanted a connection I knew I didn’t deserve and didn’t get to have.
And Violet knew it too, because when she reached for someone to kiss, it wasn’t me. She pulled down Levi’s head, claiming his lips, kissing him so deeply I felt it in my fucking toes.
He kissed her back like he was starving for it, delving his fingers into her hair and cupping her face, deepening the kiss until they moved as one.
It was Violet who rolled him onto his back, and Violet who took control, lining herself up with his cock and then sinking down onto it.
His groan of approval filled the small room, but this wasn’t about him, and we all knew it. This was Violet’s show. She rocked her hips over his, taking what she needed, her thighs spread wide over his hips, her fingers on his chest for balance.
Her long blond hair fell down her back, dry and soft from the way Whip had taken care of her, but now sexily tousled from rolling around in the sheets. It was the most beautiful I’d ever seen her, her rounded ass bottoming down on Levi with each thrust.
She moved faster and faster, chasing down another orgasm, chasing away the night with sex that would get her through until the sun rose.
But she’d already had two orgasms, and I could see her frustrations rising as she fought to find another. Her fingers worked her clit furiously, but it wasn’t as easy for her to find that next way out of her head.
I crawled farther up the bed, fitting myself in behind her. I wrapped my arms around her, grabbing a handful of her breast and tweaking the nipple between my fingers. The urge to drag my hand up her throat and squeeze was there, but with Whip and Levi in the room, there was safety for both of us. I knew they wouldn’t let me hurt her.
“Lean forward while you ride him.” I didn’t want to make a thing out of her inexperience, but watching her struggle to get where she wanted to be was fucking killing me.
She did exactly what I said, dropping down to kiss Levi again like she needed him to breathe. Her tits rubbed on his chest, her clit against his pubic bone.
For long seconds, I stared at her pussy stretched around his cock while she rocked back and forth on top of him, him thrusting up into her from the mattress. It was beautiful and mesmerizing and had me harder than I’d ever fucking been.
My cock ached to join them. To push inside her and watch her take both of us.
But her body wasn’t ready for any of that.
But I could get her to come again.
I rubbed my hand over the tip of my cock, gathering up the precum sitting there, and then spread it over her asshole.
“Oh God!” Her shout echoed around the room.
I gripped her behind with one hand, not entering her, just showing her how good it could make her feel.
Her orgasm came with shouts of pleasure, both hers and Levi’s, her pulsing pussy sending both of them into an orgasm.
She fell down onto his chest, taking every ounce of his cum, him whispering words in her ear I couldn’t make out, nor did I want to, because the jealousy inside me would probably fucking kill me if I had to hear it.
She rested her head down on his chest, twisting it to one side to watch Whip while she caught her breath.
His voice was deep and gruff, strained with a need of his own. “You did good, sweetheart. Look at you, so fucking beautiful.” He leaned in, kissing her again.
The possessive part of me wanted to scream and rip him away from her. To claim her lips for my own.
