Mateo’s hand moves through my hair, more tenderly than Adrian’s did, but then he fists it, just the same. “You like that, don’t you, Mia?”
I can’t speak with his cock in my mouth, but I offer an enthusiastic moan in place of words.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, guiding my head as I take his cock faster. “You’re my nasty little whore, aren’t you, Mia?”
I squeeze my legs together, forgetting what he could do to me with that mouth of his. My own excitement only makes me more enthusiastic. I want to make him come. I want my lips on his cock to be the thing that sends that pleasure coursing through him as he empties himself into my mouth.
And then he does, and I’m so greedy for it, I take every bit.
I’m almost sad as I pull back, my lips closing over his tip before coming off, giving him one last kiss.
Relaxing against his pillows, Mateo gifts me with a warm little smile. “Good girl.”
—
My heart races and I can’t look at either one of them. “And they all lived happily ever after.”
The silence in this bedroom is terrifying. I want to die from mortification, so I yank the blanket up over my face. “You told me it had to be really dirty!”
Meg reaches over, snatching the blanket off my head and pulling it down. She’s gaping at me in amused horror. “Bitch, I’m supposed to be the kinky one! And you bring that to the table.”
Mateo seems amused. “Adrian, huh?”
“No,” I object, my face so hot, I don’t know how I don’t combust. “I don’t really dream of being double-teamed by you and Adrian, but Meg said I wouldn’t be able to bring it, and…”
“And you brought it,” Meg states, warily impressed.
“It’s fiction. All fiction. Those aren’t really my fantasies,” I swear, even though part of that is a total lie. Obviously I can’t tell Meg I’d really like to worship her fiancé’s cock.
Well, not without wine, at least.
“Holy shit, Mia,” Meg says, shaking her head.
“I’m sorry?”
“I can’t have sex yet, so you should be,” she says, laughing a little.
“You can come tell naughty bedtime stories anytime,” Mateo assures me.
“Ugh.” I bury my face under blankets again. “I knew I should’ve said no.”
“I would’ve never accepted no for an answer,” Meg assures me. “I wanted a peek inside your fantasies. Mission accomplished.”
“I already told you those aren’t my fantasies,” I say, still hiding.
“No?” she asks, lightly. “So, if I told you I wouldn’t mind if you relieved my very aroused fiancé by sucking his cock right now, you totally wouldn’t be interested?”
I jerk the blanket back, watching her with wide eyes.
Mateo’s staring at her too, as stunned as I am.
Meg merely lifts a perfect eyebrow in challenge.
I don’t speak, because I’m afraid. Is this a trick? Meg and I are obviously best friends, but she just listened to me very vividly describe sexual relations with her man—maybe I overstepped.
Mateo’s the one who breaks the silence, since I can’t. “Are you serious?”
He’s on the other side of her—we always sleep with her between us when I spend the night, to remind us all of Meg’s place. Rolling to face him, she lets her hand drift down between his legs, feeling how hard he is.
“Just this once,” she says, meeting his eyes and caressing him. “With me watching.”
His hand comes up to cup her face and he kisses her. “Have I told you lately how incredible you are?”
This makes my heart hurt a little bit, but there’s so much promise in the air right now, I don’t even feel it the way I expect to.
Planting one more kiss on Meg’s mouth, he climbs across her body to come to me, and all of a sudden, the only pain I feel is the little pinch of arousal, knowing I’m not going to get off in this scenario. That’s okay, though. As long as Meg’s game, I’m more than happy to serve Mateo.
“Your story was pretty fucking good,” he tells me, his hand reaching for mine. Placing it on his cock. I caress him through the dark grey sweatpants he wears to bed when I’m here. I still can’t believe Meg’s okay with this, so I dart a look at her, just to make sure.
“Just pretend I’m not here,” she tells me, bracing her elbow on the pillow and resting her head on her hand.
That’s impossible. If she wasn’t here, I could kiss him. I could touch him everywhere. I could let him fuck me. How do I pretend she isn’t here?
Mateo sees me struggling so he takes charge, bending to kiss my neck. He comes in at just the right angle, on the right side, and now I can’t see Meg anymore. Now Mateo is filling my senses—the smell of him, the feel of him. His hands roam down my sides, his warm breath on my ear as he whispers, “It’s okay, Mia.”