I’d lost control, and she’d enjoyed it.
“Easy there, tiger.” JC’s shoulders tensed and I realized he was prepared to knock some sense into me if I went too far. And more of my reservations in his direction dwindled away.
If he was willing to fight and defend my Lily—even against me—I couldn’t hate the guy. I couldn’t even want him to disappear. Because when it came to keeping her safe, I’d take all the help I could get.
When it came to her being fulfilled, I’d take that help too.
“You’re not a virgin.”
She shook her head. “No. I haven’t been in years.” She tilted her head, her color deepening. “Are you a virgin, Em? If not, then I don’t think you have room to get all up in my business.”
JC started to laugh, and I shook my head, fighting the urge to smile. She was right. I’d been so hell-bent on keeping her chaste, and here I’d missed some dude swooping in under my nose.
Maybe more than one dude had swooped.
Not thinking about it.
“Got a good point there, babe.” JC kissed her shoulder blade. “Let me just get it out there now—I’m not a virgin either.”
Yeah, that cracked me up. I couldn’t help it.
Lily stared up at me, her features softening, making her look even more beautiful than she had before. “I like when you laugh.”
I sobered, but not like before. She was right. I’d been glowering and glaring and being a general asshole too much lately, and obviously, she’d noticed. I’d been trying so hard not to loosen my hold on my needs, and now they were spilling out everywhere.
Saying nothing, I brushed my fingers over her cheek. She opened her lips again without me asking, and I nudged back inside her warm wet mouth, unwilling to deny either of us this.
I’d been denying too much for too long.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Right back where you left off.” JC’s hand disappeared between her thighs again as he smoothed kisses up her back. “And me too. I wanna fuck you, babe.”
One of us jolted. Her gaze flicked up to mine and her cheeks hollowed, as if she was asking permission with her shallow sucks. My balls filled, the pressure already becoming uncomfortable again.
I wanted to watch them fuck, and Jesus, how could I do that? How could I have fallen that far that fast?
JC’s hand moved faster and though I couldn’t see what he was doing, her whimper traveled along my cock and made me fist my hand in her hair again. This time, I guided her up and down, fighting with every stroke not to push her for more than she could take. Slow. She needed slow.
“You want that?” I asked, rubbing my thumb along her damp chin. I was dripping into her mouth. “Him inside you?”
She nodded around my length, but the question remained in her eyes. If I didn’t want her to, she wouldn’t. Damn, even that knowledge made me swell between her lips.
I glanced at JC. “Condoms?”
He nodded and rose, picking up his discarded jeans. He flipped out his wallet and took out two, though I shook my head. I wouldn’t be taking a turn after him. Not like that. Not tonight.
Not with Lily.
He suited up and settled between her legs, shifting them apart so he could brush his latex-covered cock against her flesh. I was the only one still mostly dressed, and my skin felt itchy and so hot beneath my clothes. I wanted to be naked too, to be the one sliding against her pussy, to be the one causing her eyes to roll back. I edged forward and she made a strangled noise, sucking harder, her small hand curling around mine on my dick with surprising strength. She worked with tools to build her miniatures day in and day out, and she was stronger than she looked. The compression of her fingers had me breaking off an oath, timed just as JC pulsed his hips, drawing back then driving forward and pushing her face into my groin.
Lily cried out and JC muttered something incoherent against her hair. He gripped her waist and drew back again, sliding forward slower and deeper this time, forcing her to take more of my dick whether she wanted it or not. From the avarice in her half-mast green eyes as she pulled on my shaft, she did.
Oh, she fucking did.
Jesus, the sounds we were making. Hungry, animal sounds. And she was wet, so wet that it didn’t take long for me to be able to hear every time he entered her. The music was still playing on low, all slashing guitars and wild drums, but I was tuned to her moans and the music of her body. Even to his. He was panting now, his movements jerky, sweat glistening on his arms and torso. When he yanked back, I saw his condom-sheathed dick was glistening too. From her. From what they were making together.
Fuck, I couldn’t hold on anymore.
I cupped the base of her head, stopping her mid-bob. She’d set up an incredible rhythm, soon losing her initial awkwardness. She still wasn’t taking much of me beyond those few accidents caused by JC, but man, she’d teased the sensitive tip until I was on the verge of coming. I’d never been worked over so thoroughly.