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And when I feel that first pulse of climax roaring through me, Soren’s tongue continues to tunnel inside, his thumb circling my clit in tandem…

I’m almost there…

So close…

White dots swim behind my closed eyelids.

And from the corner of my consciousness, I hear the locked door handle jiggle, followed by a loud knock. Soren stops, his head snapping up, eyes growing wide with concern. I shake my head, drawing my finger to my pursed lips.

We remain still and silent as I hold my breath and wait for whoever it is to leave.

And then comes an all-too-familiar voice.

“Yo, Ali-kins. You in there?”

I stare at Soren, biting down my lip, and notice how his mouth glistens with my wetness and his eyes burn with intensity yet he looks alarmed.

WTH, Tanner? Goddammit, my brother is a cockblock.

“Yeah?” My voice sounds husky and breathless from my nearing climax. I clear my throat. “Go away. I’m changing.”

It’s the first thing I can think of to make him go away.

“Okay. Well, hurry up. I can’t find the Solo cups.”

Soren stifles a chuckle by returning his mouth to my center and rolls his tongue over my clit—slowly and seductively. I grab my pillow and shove it onto my face to smother the moan that escapes.

“Mm-hmm. Will do.” The sound is muffled and sounds like I’m teetering on the edge. Which I am.

My clit throbs and pulsates with each circular motion of Soren’s tongue and my thighs shake. I’m barely holding on against the clawing need to come. I thread my fingers through Soren’s messy blond hair, grasping roughly at the ends—to either push him away or keep him from stopping. I’m not sure.

There’s a pause as we wait, as I teeter on the precipice trying not to scream out Soren’s name with my release. Soren flutters his tongue over my clit like he has all the time in the world. Until we finally hear Tanner’s footsteps recede as he stomps back down the hallway.

Not even a moment later, after one more long swipe of Soren’s tongue, I’m releasing a lusty groan into the pillow, breathing through the most spectacular orgasm I’ve ever had.

In. My. Life.

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Soren

Jesus Christ, that was close.

How stupid am I to start something up with Ali right under Rossy’s nose? It was dangerous and reckless to mess around while the party is going on, but from the euphoric expression on Ali’s face, it was totally fucking worth it.

I wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand and smirk at the beautiful woman laid out in front of me. Ali is flushed a pretty pink all the way from her chest to her cheeks. The gorgeous afterglow of her orgasm.

Fuck, I can still smell that intoxicating scent of her release and taste her on my lips. That’s not something I’m going to forget as long as I live.

I cup my hands under her hips and slide her forward in one snapping motion so the V of her legs is locked snugly against my aching cock. She’s still wet and warm, and all I want to do is thrust inside and find my oblivion, but it’s far too risky.

I need to put a stop to this.

Ali presses a hand into her mattress and, drawing out a deep, shuddering breath, pushes herself to a sitting position. She bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes lowering to the bulge in my shorts. With a sexy grin, she palms my hard erection. My dick surges to life, pulsing with a need so strong I think it might break free from my shorts.

My heart hammers wildly in my chest, and my breathing becomes stilted and uneven. I want her so badly. I could take her right now behind her locked door, free my straining cock and slam into her wet and willing body.

But no, now’s not the time. I shake my head, hoping to convince us both. I swallow.