Page 104 of Hard to Hold
“When?” I wanted to hear her say it. “When would you want one of us to call you?”
Amy’s gaze shifted to Rhys. “When you’re together.”
“What would we be doin’?” Rhys inquired.
I leaned down and brushed my lips against her ear. “Tell us. What would we be doin’ to each other when we called you?”
Amy sucked in a breath but didn’t speak.
“Would Rhys call you while I’m suckin’ his dick?”
Amy moaned, her eyes closing. I continued to fondle her tit.
“Or would I call you while my dick’s slidin’ in and out of his hot fucking mouth?”
“Yes…” She opened her eyes. “And touching each other.”
“How?” I wanted her to elaborate. Sure, I might come without ever having the pleasure of being inside her body, but holy shit, it might just be worth it.
Something passed through her eyes, and I was almost positive she was imagining the two of us together, on the phone with her.
When she didn’t say anything more, I knew I couldn’t wait much longer. I ached, my dick throbbing.
“Think about it, darlin’,” I told her. “And when you’re ready, you can tell us. In the meantime…”
I rolled onto my back, bringing her with me, my hand cradling the back of her head as I held her pressed to my body. She straddled my hips, her hands resting beside my head.
Keeping my voice low, soft, I decided to tell her exactly what I wanted.
Amy
“I want to feel your pussy milkin’ my cock.”
Wolfe Caine had a dirty, filthy mouth.
And—something I had just learned about myself—I freaking loved it. The dark cadence of his voice, his rough, dirty words … they made me want things I'd never dreamed of wanting.
And I wanted them now.
“Come on, darlin’. Ride me.”
A tremor raced through me, lighting up my insides.
Feeling slightly self-conscious, I pressed my mouth to Wolfe’s, needing a distraction. While I was exploring his mouth with my tongue, I felt hands near my butt. I turned my head, trying to see what was going on.
“Condom,” Rhys informed me.
Oh, my God.
Rhys was putting a condom on Wolfe, and it was … hot. Like, seriously hot.
When Wolfe gasped, I peered down at him. His eyes were closed, his teeth clamped together.
Apparently he liked it.
“Put my cock inside you,” he ground out, still not opening his eyes.
I shifted and with Rhys’s help, I eased down on Wolfe’s cock.
