The Ex (The Boss 4)

“Would you like me to put a condom on?” Neil asked Gena as she wet her lips and leaned in toward his cock.

“Only when we’re fucking,” she said. Both her hands were wrapped around Neil’s shaft and she opened her mouth wide to take him in.

Shouldn’t you be feeling a little more upset to be watching this? I shushed my judgmental inner voice. How was I going to be jealous or upset when I was enjoying Ian’s hands on me so much? He pressed his thumbs lightly on either side of my clit, rolling in opposite directions. I’d never felt anything like it.

Maybe this was the fun of it. Being with someone who would touch me differently, fuck me differently, but making it an intimate experience that involved Neil, too—just as we had with Emir. The only difference was that we had a woman with us, as well as a man.

And she was a beautiful woman. I’ve always been able to look at my fellow girls and judge their attractiveness honestly, but being in a sexual situation with another woman, even if we weren’t interacting directly, my perception shifted. The curve of her ass—and the two dimples on either side of her spine—captivated me. Her pace was leisurely, her hand gliding up and down Neil’s length while she licked the head of his cock like an ice cream cone. She held his gaze as she did, and I thought, oh, we both do that.

It was nice to have yet another thing in common with her.

Ian still rubbed me gently, but his thumbs picked up pace a bit. One middle finger slipped into me, one of those long, elegant fingers that I’d stared at all through dinner. I clenched on it.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Gena’s mouth on Neil’s cock, his hand in her hair. He caught my eye, and I winked at him, reaching up to cup my breasts and rub the pads of my thumbs over my nipples. Neil watched Ian’s hands between my legs, and I spread them wider to give him a better view. My wet pussy made soft, sucking pops as Ian moved his finger in and out. The evidence of my own desire was almost too much to take. My arousal rose higher, grew more desperate, until I was panting and rocking on his lap.

“Tell me what you like,” Ian murmured beside my ear. “Tell me where to go, and we’ll get there.”

“I…I…” That was too much. That declaration of confident, uncompromising sexuality, and I shot over the edge, moaning in surprise and relief.

Gena leaned back, a long string of drool hanging between her bottom lip and the underside of Neil’s cock, just for a moment. She wiped her mouth with a dainty finger. “First one of the night?”

“First of many,” Ian promised. He’d stilled his hands, but left them exactly where they were while the spasms in my cunt subsided.

I looked up at Neil. There was something unreadable in his expression. He wasn’t unhappy, but he looked…uncomfortable? I tilted my head, silently questioning him, and he just barely shook his head in response. A slow smile tilted his lips. “That was beautiful, Sophie.”

“It certainly made me wet,” Gena purred, and I blinked at her. No clever retort came to my mind. I’d never had such an overtly sexual compliment paid to me by a woman before.

And I’d lived with Holli.

“Is that so?” Neil asked her, reaching down to tilt her face up. “I’d like to see that.”

“Would you like to taste it?” I asked him, gasping as Ian’s finger moved inside me, his fingertip rubbing over my g-spot.

“Isn’t she just full of great ideas?” Ian chuckled, and Neil nodded in reply.

“I think I would like to, Gena. With your permission, of course?” Neil motioned to the bed.

“My permission,” she scoffed. “You Englishmen are so formal.”

“Scots aren’t so formal,” Ian said then growled beside my ear, “Get up and let me get my mouth on that cunt.”

Oh, fuck, I was in trouble, if he was going to talk to me like that.

“Where do you want me?” I asked, my voice shaking. There was something a little intimidating about a guy who’d made me come so easily. I felt the pull of my submissive side, but I pushed it firmly down. Neil was being very careful not to lapse into anything close to Dom territory—when was the last time I’d ever heard him ask, “with your permission” during sex?—so I couldn’t betray my Sir by submitting to another man. It was surprisingly easy for me to venture toward that line, because Ian was as sexually commanding as Neil.

But he wasn’t my Sir, so I didn’t have to wait for an answer. I climbed off his lap and turned, putting a knee on both of the chair’s wide arms. “I have an idea.”

“There’s that imagination,” he said with a grin. “Tell me what to do.”

“Slide down.” I put one hand on his head and smirked at him. It was kind of fun to be in-control-ish.

He grabbed my ass and made an appreciative noise, slouched deep in the chair to rub his cheek against my hairless mound. He kissed me at the top of my slit. His tongue rolled out, and he gave me a long lick, from the bottom up. “God, when you get wet, you really get wet.”

“Oh, oh!” I heard Gena shout behind me, and I smiled to myself, letting my eyes drift closed. It was easier to concentrate on the sensation of Ian’s tongue flicking over my clit. Gena’s exclamations grew in volume, and my own body tightened along with the sounds. When she came, she was loud, and Ian groaned.

I heard Neil gasp for air, and giggled, giddy from the arousing sounds and Ian’s mouth on me. He wasn’t quite as good at hitting my buttons orally as Neil was, but I wasn’t going to turn down a man who wanted to spend a long, leisurely time eating me out.

Gena’s breathy moans didn’t subside, and Neil said, low, “Keep going.” I followed that instruction, even though it wasn’t for me, and grasped Ian’s hair, rolling my hips against his face.