Page 103 of Hard to Hold
I pulled back, allowing Amy a turn. We continued the trade-off until Rhys put a stop to it, mumbling something about death and taxes and coming before he was ready. While Rhys tried to get himself under control, I turned my focus on the sexy naked woman kneeling beside me. Wrapping one arm around her back, I pressed my lips to hers, then lifted her off the floor and deposited her on the bed, never breaking the kiss.
Her hands cupped both sides of my face, her breasts crushed to my chest, the heat between her thighs pressed against my leg. While I devoured her, I allowed her to ride my thigh. Her moans intensified and I was forced to break the kiss, anxious to watch as she made herself come.
“Wolfe…” Her eyes closed, her body undulating, hips grinding as my thigh provided friction against her clit.
“That’s it, darlin’. Rub your pussy on my leg.”
“I’m…” Her nails dug into my biceps.
“Come for me,” I demanded softly. “Then I’m gonna watch Rhys eat that sweet pussy till you’re screamin’ for him to let you come again.”
Amy cried out, her hips stilling, chest heaving. I would never tire of watching her come apart. She was so fucking hot, so sensitive, so uninhibited. I loved that she could trust us enough to let herself go like that.
Reluctantly, I rolled off her, sliding my hand beneath her knee and spreading her legs. Rhys was right there, leaning down, his tongue diving to that sweet spot between her thighs.
Her soft moan seemed to go on forever, her hand digging into the comforter as her back bowed slightly.
“I like that,” she whispered hoarsely. “So much.”
Her eyes were on my face.
“One of these days,” I said, inching closer to her, cupping her breast and rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, “you’re gonna call me.”
One dark eyebrow lifted and she moaned again.
“You and Rhys are gonna be somewhere—maybe his house or yours, perhaps in his truck, it won’t matter… Wherever you are, he’s gonna be eatin’ your pussy just like he is now. And you’re gonna tell me in explicit detail exactly what he’s doin’ to you.”
“Oh, yeah?” she rasped, her eyes rolling back in her head.
“Definitely. And while you’re tellin’ me how his tongue is flickin’ your clit, how he’s makin’ you beg for him to fuck you, I’m gonna stroke my cock.”
“Rhys…” Amy’s back bowed, her hand reaching for his hair. “That … oh, my God … feels so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Amy took a deep shuddering breath, let it out. “Why wouldn’t you be with us?”
“Because it makes me hard just thinkin’ about the two of you together without me.”
Amy released a long, slow moan, her eyes closing. “I’m so close…”
“Make our girl come, Rhys,” I instructed, never looking away from Amy’s face.
Amy’s breath came fast, her hand sliding behind my head, her short nails digging into my neck. I was pretty sure this was my new favorite pastime, watching the sexiest woman alive when she came.
Seconds later, she did just that.
“That was … amazing,” she whispered, her arms and legs relaxing.
Rhys chuckled as he crawled up onto the bed with us.
“We’re not finished with you yet, darlin’,” I told her.
Amy cocked her head as though thinking. I waited to see what was on her mind.
“You said I would call you while Rhys is … you know.”
A smirk curved my mouth. She was so damn cute.
“Yeah,” I confirmed.
“What about you and Rhys? Will one of you call me?”
