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I closed my hand around her throat, but I didn’t squeeze. My palm rested against her as I pulled her mouth against mine. She huffed and cried and moaned for us, and truly, I was reminded just how much I liked being a team player.
When her lips were properly swollen from being kissed and her eyes were glassy with lust, I slowly lowered myself to my knees. Matthew looked down at me from behind her, his dark brown eyes widening.
“Too much?” I asked them.
“No,” he said. “I didn’t expect to be this turned on. I feel like I’m about to explode.”
Evie made a breathless sound, almost a whine. “Touch me.”
Touch me.Her plea was my command. It occurred to me that we were still in the foyer of her house and could move this elsewhere, but I didn’t even care. I tugged at the robe and it slid off her body, a curtain of silk falling to the floor and revealing her to be completely naked underneath. Matthew and I both groaned together, and I loved the way adoration etched his features. He wanted her just as much as I did.
My hand slid to the back of her thigh and I lifted, throwing her off balance, but Matthew caught her, steadying her.
“Lean back into him,” I said, “He’s got you, baby.”
He pulled her back against him, her head falling against his hard chest as I pulled her thigh over my shoulder. Her pussy was already drenched, glistening for us. I dragged my fingertips over her slit, feeling just how soaked her pussy was. It was glorious—the scent of her arousal, her wetness.
“She’s so wet,” I said in approval.
“Taste her,” Matthew urged.
Fuck. My cock was pressing so hard against my zipper, it ached. Without hesitation, I buried my face against her cunt, circling her clit with my tongue as I pushed two fingers insideher. Evie cried out, her hands gripping my hair as she rolled her hips, grinding against my eager mouth.
“That’s right, princess,” he murmured. “Keep fucking his mouth.”
Fuck.My eyes rolled back as I kept licking. Her walls clenched around my fingers, coating them in her essence. Her fingers tightened in my hair and I gripped her ass cheek with my other hand, my fingertips digging into her softness. She kept grinding against my mouth as Matthew whispered in her ear. I could feel her getting more and more wet with every word.
I was going to come, I realized. I could feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, my balls aching, the familiar rush drowning me as I kept tasting her, consuming her, worshipping her.
Heat burst from my cock and I gasped, panting against her pussy as I came in my jeans. I pressed my forehead against her, staring down at myself in shock. I watched as the damp outline formed, my chest heaving with breaths, my mouth wet from her.
“You okay?” Matthew checked in.
“I just came in my pants,” I said, still staring at myself.
“You what?” Evie asked.
“I came in my pants.” I let out a low laugh and looked up at them. “I’ve never done that before.”
“I want to clean you up,” Evie said.
Matthew groaned. “Bedroom. We need to go to the bedroom.”
I licked my lips and stood up, kissing Evie on the mouth then looking past her to Matthew. Were we going to kiss? Were we going to wait? Or were we just focusing on her?
Evie slid a finger through my belt loop and gave me a playful tug. “I can’t be the only one naked. You guys strip, and follow me.”
Matthew and I stood, a little dumbstruck, gawking as Evie’s hips swayed and she walked away from us.
“I’m a fucking goner,” he whispered.
“You and me both.”
Matthew grinned, but then rushed after her. I laughed as he spun her around and lifted her, throwing her over his broad shoulder. He was fucking strong, and seeing her manhandled was sexy as fuck.
I was definitely a fucking goner. Forbothof them.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
