“I want to watch you come, sweetness,” I whispered, nipping the shell of her ear. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Tell me,” I insisted.
“I want you to watch me come, Professor.”
Damn, but she was sweet. I could feel her vibrating, her need trapped beneath all that soft, smooth skin.
Sliding my hands down over her breasts, I inched them lower, over her belly, between her legs. Pressing my palms against the insides of her thighs, I spread her legs wider, holding her there, keeping her close and opening her pussy to Cav’s hungry gaze.
“I need to watch Cav taste you,” I told her.
Jamie shifted, but I realized it was to allow me to have the perfect view of Cav.
“Have you ever had your pussy eaten, sweetness?”
“No, Professor,” she said on a rush of air, her breaths racing in and out of her lungs.
“Do you want to feel his tongue on your pussy?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Ask him nicely.”
Her voice was raspy with desire when she said, “Please, Professor. Will you please lick me?”
“Explicitly,” I growled.
I heard her swallow hard, her voice trembling with desire. “Please, Professor. Will you lick my pussy?”
For fuck’s sake. My dick lurched, my body rock hard. Hearing those words from her sweet, innocent lips was nearly enough to have me shooting in my pants like a fucking teenager.
“It’ll be my pleasure, cupcake,” Cav told her, his eyes locked on her face.
He leaned forward, pressed his lips against her inner thigh, just beneath my fingertips.
Jamie moaned softly.
“Color, cupcake?” Cav insisted.
“Green, Professor.”
“Are you ready, sweetness? Are you ready for him to make you come?”
“God, yes.”
Evidently, Cav didn’t need any more permission than that. As he leaned in, I observed the scene playing out, holding on to Jamie, feeling more emotion than I’d ever felt before. Just touching her, holding her, feeling her move against me… It was intense.
I also realized the voice was gone.
And wondered how long that would last.
Jamie
NEVER.
Never, ever, ever.
I’d never in a million years expected so much feeling to bombard me. The overwhelming desire had my breaths labored and my muscles coiling tightly. And that was before Cav’s lips touched my skin so intimately. I thought it would be awkward to have an in-depth conversation during such an act, but I found it helped to soothe me. Knowing that Edge and Cav were right there with me every step of the way made it that much hotter.
Although I’d been out of my mind with lust the night Cav and I made out in his truck, it wasn’t anything like this. This felt way more intense.
On top of the overwhelming sensations, I didn’t expect so much … intimacy—yes, that was the right word—in what I’d always viewed as a taboo act. Yet here I was with Edge’s big, solid arms wrapped around me and Cav’s head between my thighs, his tongue doing wicked things to the sensitive folds of my pussy. Every now and again he would graze my clit, making me jump. It was a tease. Or perhaps a promise of what was to come.
I felt both cherished and vulnerable at the same time, but I didn’t want them to stop. In fact, I wasn’t sure I would ever want them to stop.
Cav’s lips wrapped around my clit and he flicked his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. My hips shot forward, trying to get closer, needing more of that exquisite sensation. I’d never felt anything like it before. My vibrator didn’t hold a candle to his skilled ministrations. When Cav didn’t relent, my insides coiled tightly, drawing me closer and closer to the edge of sanity.
“Professor,” I whimpered, pressing against him, trying to get away from the almost painful pleasure Cav was inflicting. My entire body hummed with arousal, a tremor that started as a low vibration and was now sending shockwaves through every nerve ending, sparks of electricity firing in my cells. I was doing my best to remain quiet, but it wasn’t easy. The way Cav’s tongue flicked my clit had me crying out in ecstasy, on the verge of begging for more.
“What do you need, sweetness?” Edge mumbled in my ear, his deep, velvety voice an anchor in the chaos surging through me.
“I … I…” Truth was, I didn’t know what I needed. I’d never felt anything so pleasurable. Cav knew exactly where to press that delectable tongue to send violent surges of pleasure shooting into my core.
And when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Edge’s hands shifted from my thighs to my breasts. He wasn’t gentle as he kneaded them, every so often tweaking my nipples until I was crying out, air racing in and out of my lungs as I thought I would die from the sheer magnitude of what I was feeling. They were overloading my circuits, my mind spiraling in a desperate attempt to keep up with the heat coiling deep in my womb.
