Unwrapped

“Am I allowed to speak?”

He chuckled, pressing down hard enough on the circle of wet to make her gasp. “Yes.”

“Enough. Sometimes more than enough.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’ve done enough to have had my share of orgasms,” she said impatiently.

Tris smacked three fingers against her pussy and she jolted. “Thanks for putting that image in my head.”

“Uh-oh,” Matt said from behind his buddy. Matt had taken a seat on the couch and had already undone his belt. Obviously he was prepared to spring into action at a moment’s notice. “Cait, have I taught you nothing?”

She licked her lips. “I’ve done everything but actual penetration.”

“So you’ve let a guy eat your pussy,” Tristan said nonchalantly, still circling. When she blanched, he chuckled again. “You wanted this. Now you’re going to get it.” He waited a beat, then demanded, “Or are you blushing for a different reason?”

“Uh, I’d vote for a different

reason,” Matt offered from the couch.

Tristan pressed his finger harder. This time he didn’t stop until he could feel the swollen bud between her folds. “Did you let Matt eat you out, Caity?”

“More like skim some off the top,” Matt said when she didn’t respond.

“You’re lucky you’re over there,” Caity muttered, making Matt laugh.

“So, like this, then? Through your panties.” Tris bent and arrowed his tongue into the cleft of her sex, flicking hard. His dick tightened painfully.

Holy shit, she was delicious.

Now he understood why Matt had looked so smug when he’d talked about tasting her. Her flavor was as hot and sweet as the peaches she always smelled like.

She released a long moan, the most perfect sound he’d ever heard. “Yes. Like that.” She threw back her head and exposed the long, vulnerable line of her throat. “More. Please.”

He did it again, alternating the speed and pressure of his strokes. Her body bowed before slumping down to wait for the next swipe. She spread her legs wide and tipped her pelvis to give him maximum access, her body responding so enthusiastically to his attention that occasionally a drop of her juice seeped onto the chair.

“He’s better at this than I am. I’d say I’m better at other things, but I’ll leave you to decide that for yourself.”

“Braggart,” Matt said, making Tristan shoot him a grin over his shoulder. Matt had already taken out his cock and fisted it as he slid his hand up and down. Tris’s own shaft lurched, and he hissed out a breath.

He needed to get this show moving or he’d be impressing Caity with how fast he could come without any stimulation at all.

“Prove to us what you want, Caity. We want to hear you beg. See you open yourself up for our mouths.”

“My hands—”

Tristan untied her, but not for the reason she thought. He pulled off her coat and discarded it on the hearth, then did the same with her cardigan sweater. Beneath she wore nothing but a tiny scrap of bra that matched her panties. With two flicks of the front clasp, her breasts were free. They were small, compact like the rest of her. But her puckered, dark pink nipples were not. They already looked as if they’d been sucked. Hard.

He brought her shoulders flush with the chair. “Arch your back.”

She did, thrusting her sexy breasts high, and he grabbed her arms. She jerked in his hold, making quiet noises of protest in her throat.

“Stay still,” he growled, pulling them behind her back. He looped the rope around her wrists and then around the back of the chair. Once she was secured, he went back to his post. With one swift move, he ripped her panties off her body.

“Keep your legs open wide.”

Visibly shaking, she spread her light golden thighs, revealing the copious liquid saturating the thatch of downy blonde ringlets and coating her swollen lower lips.