Page 157 of So This Is War
She rests her hands on my shoulders and starts moving her hips over mine. “Would he like this?”
I bite my bottom lip as I grow even wetter because, how could I not? The couple on stage is undressing each other, Samantha’s on top of me—her beautiful breasts thrusting in front of me, her hips rotating over mine—and Levi’s staring at us, watching every moment. It’s checking all of my boxes and might be one of my best sexual experiences.
So I decide to take advantage of it.
“Can I touch you?” I ask her. “I want to make sure you’re absolutely perfect for him.”
“Please do,” she says.
Excited, I move my hands up her sides to her breasts where I palm them and lightly drag my thumbs over her nipples, loving the feel of her piercings against the pad of my thumb.
I’m throbbing.
I’m so turned on. So hot. So ready for whatever comes next that I get lost in the feel of her breasts.
“Levi would love this,” I say. “He’d play with your nipples all night.”
“God, I hope so,” Samantha breathes.
I squeeze her breasts again, pushing them together this time. “You’re so hot,” I tell her.
She looks down at me and says, “You are too.”
Her teeth pull on her lip.
I lean close to her breast, ready to take one in my mouth, when she cups my chin.
“Have you ever kissed a girl, Wylie?”
“Yes,” I say as I slide my hands down her back to the waistband of her pants.
She pushes me back on the couch and drags her fingers up my stomach to my breasts, where she draws a circle around my hardened nipple.
I nearly let out a loud, boisterous moan.
“Don’t you think you should test to see how I kiss, to make sure I’m good enough for Levi?”
I nod my head. “Yeah, I think I should.”
She leans forward, her tits pressing against mine as she grips my cheek.
I slide one hand over her ass and cup the back of her head with the other hand.
Every bit of me throbs as she lowers her mouth.
At the last second, I wet my lips, ready for her—and then feel her being pulled off my lap.
What?
My eyes flash open, and I catch Levi standing beside her, his hand in hers. He bends down, picks up her bra, and stuffs it in his back pocket.
Then he threads their fingers together and says, “Back room. Now.”
Samantha smiles up at him . . . as realization hits me.
Wait, he’s taking her?
She’s . . . she’s the one he’s choosing?
