The Confession

Beck worked his way down her body, squirting whipped cream everywhere that looked inviting—under her tits, across her stomach, just above her pussy—then licking her clean.

Above him, Seth slurped and tongued a puddle of champagne from Heavenly’s navel. With a smoky, half-lidded gaze, she tossed her head back, her hips writhing restlessly. Her feminine scent saturated the air.

Beck’s restraint snapped.

Rounding the table, he grabbed the chair he’d discarded and positioned it between her legs. His possessive stare zeroed in on her slick cunt.

Impatiently, Beck yanked on the towel, sliding her hips to the very edge of the table. Then he took her thighs in hand, positioning them over his shoulders. A feral growl rumbled from his chest as he leaned in and inhaled her earthy, feminine spice. “The way you suffer for us is so pretty.”

“I could watch you all day.” Seth laved her hip.

“Please. Help me. I’m on fire,” she begged.

Beck slid a thumb up her puffy, pink folds and grazed her distended clit, working a hungry whimper from her. Then he reached for the whipped cream.

Seth’s gaze latched onto her cunt. “There’s the best part of dessert, man.”

“Absolutely.” And since that was true, why frost Heavenly with anything that would change her taste?

Instead, Beck set the whipped cream aside and parted her folds with his thumbs. The cool air combined with his hot breath hit her overstimulated flesh. She was a thing of beauty as her back twisted, her nipples stabbed the air, and she moaned. More nectar spilled from her narrow slit.

He wanted that.

Heart drumming ferociously, Beck dragged his tongue up her flowing furrow. His taste buds exploded. More cries tore from her throat and filled his ears. Her hips lifted in entreaty.

Pressing his palm above her mound, Beck held her in place as he tormented her thoroughly, scraping his tongue over and over her sensitive clit.

“You like his mouth on you, don’t you, angel?” Seth cajoled as he rolled, pinched, and tugged on her nipples without mercy.

“Yessss,” Heavenly hissed.

Good. Beck loved having his mouth on her. And he wasn’t going to stop, not even to tell her that, until he wrung every bit of pleasure he could from her.

Ravenously, he ate at her. It wasn’t long before her peachy-pale skin turned rosy, her whimpers morphed into mewls, and her small opening fluttered.

“Oh, she’s close,” Seth murmured between swipes of his tongue across her erect nipples.

“She is.” Satisfaction blistered through Beck.

“You’re going to be a good angel and come for us, right on his tongue, aren’t you?” Seth goaded.

“Yes. Yes!” She tossed her head back in abandon.

“Good. I’ll help you along,” he murmured. “And help him drag every last ounce of bliss from you.”

Beck watched through heavy lids as Seth nestled the rim of the champagne against Heavenly’s golden curls. A second later, he tipped the bottle, spilling the liquid over her clit and straight into Beck’s mouth.

As the bubbles met her flesh, Heavenly yelped and wriggled against Beck’s firm hand.

Her muscles seized. Her clit turned to quivering stone. She sucked in a gasp and screamed his name as she shattered with a sensual thrash and roll of her body.

Fuck, he couldn’t wait to be inside her.

Beck kept at her, licking and sucking at her pussy, to the soundtrack of her orgasmic cries while he grabbed a condom, ripped it open, and fisted the latex down his angry cock. She was still roaring out as he lifted from her, gripped her hips, and drove balls deep into her. Her cunt clamped down on him instantly. He clenched his jaw, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, as he forced his way through her taut muscles and fought for control.

As he thrust in and out of her gripping heat, he watched Seth suck, nip, and pinch her nipples. It was erotic as fuck, and Beck beat back the urge to follow Heavenly into climax. But he refused to end the pleasure this soon.

“Send…her…back up…man,” Beck panted.