Page 18 of Beautiful Desire (Blossom Beach #3)

Fletcher

M y cock’s so fucking hard, I can’t think straight.

Georgia holds my gaze, her honey eyes now bottomless obsidian pools, and she has her usual fuck-around-and-find-out mask firmly in place as she has me on the edge of my seat.

An hour ago, I was driving home and expecting to have a mediocre, if not boring, evening, and now, I’m sitting in a recliner that I hope like hell is about to become the world’s comfiest cuck chair while I, hopefully, watch my hot-as-fuck stepsister eat her best friend’s pussy.

I’m not even sure how we got to this point, but I’m not questioning it.

Not when I can see the desire written all over Georgia’s face.

Not when I can practically hear the wheels turning as she wars with her own mind about if she’s going to do this or not.

Fuck me, I hope she does. And not even for some seedy, stereotypical guy reason of it being girl-on-girl—because while yeah, Charley’s hot, and I’m fine being her teammate in this sexy little equation, I couldn’t care less about her presence.

It’s all Georgia . The star of the damn show in my eyes.

The idea of getting to witness her walls come down, and see her let go and be wild, is basically teenage me’s wet dream, and coincidentally enough, ever since hearing Georgia make herself come the other night, it feels like I’m fifteen again, with raging hormones flooding my system, making me blind with lust.

It’s like I can’t eat, breathe, or even think without remembering the throaty sound of her moans, or the way my balls fucking ached because of it.

The way I couldn’t help myself as I stood in the hall, with my ear pressed against her door and my hand shoved down the front of my pants, like some freak who belongs on an FBI watch list. I’m goddamn fiending for her.

My blood heats and my skin tingles when I see it…

It takes a minute, but I see the exact moment Georgia makes up her mind—the exact moment I know this night’s going to be one for the books.

Her eyelids grow a little heavier, and her plump, delectable lips curl into a smirk that’s dripping with sex.

My cock throbs against my leg when, in a raspy voice I almost don’t recognize, she says while looking right at me, “What do you think, Char? Wanna show the pathetic little rich boy how fucking gorgeous you look when you come all over my face? What a real orgasm looks like?”

Whether I understand it or not, Georgia has some kind of witchy hold over me, and since fucking someone else didn’t help, maybe this—a wild night of bad decisions and orgasms with Georgia—will be what I need to get her out of my system.

My heart sits in my throat as I watch them have a silent conversation with their eyes for a moment.

The flush to Charley’s cheeks spreads down to her neck as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and nods. “How do you want me, mommy?”

Fuck . Me.

Georgia sits forward, resting her forearms flat on the tops of her thighs, fingers clasped together loosely in front of her.

Even though her body is relaxed, there’s still such a powerful, seductive air around her that I’m drawn to.

Georgia is a force; she harnesses this raw sexual energy at any given moment, and she absolutely knows it—and owns it.

A wicked grin curves her lips before she says, “Take off your pants for me, baby.”

Charley’s eyes flit over to mine for a second before going right back to Georgia while she works the button on her jeans open and slides the zipper down, the sound deafening in the otherwise silent room.

Black and gray ink is scattered all over her arms and chest, and as she shoves the tight denim down her legs, I spot even more on her hips and thighs.

After she kicks the jeans off to the side, she brings one of her feet up, resting it flat on the couch, while her other foot stays planted on the floor.

The position gives us a clear view of her blue lace-covered pussy.

“Good girl,” Georgia coos, her voice like melted butter. “Now, let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”

Peering over at Georgia from beneath her lashes, a sultry smirk twists Charley’s mouth as she slowly hooks two fingers underneath the panties and tugs them to the side.

Heat spreads low in my gut as a low groan sounds from Georgia while we both take in the sight before us.

Even from here, I can see the way her pussy is already glistening with arousal.

Charley scoots down a little, and when something shiny flashes, I do a double take, and that’s when I see it—a piercing.

Just like the one I saw on Georgia. Two small diamond studs poke through the flesh right above her clit, but it’s not a clit piercing—I’ve seen one of those before, but I’ve never seen this—it’s right below her pubic mound, where her outer lips meet.

Standing from the chair, Georgia crosses the room in three long strides, dropping to her knees in front of Charley.

My nuts ache, and all I want to do is free my cock and relieve the tension, but I don’t.

Not yet. Georgia wraps her hands around the backs of Charley’s thighs, gently pulling her closer to the edge of the couch, but also shifting her body slightly to the side.

With the new position and how the furniture is set up, I now have a perfect view of both of them.

Dropping her head until her mouth is about two inches from Charley’s pussy, Georgia pauses and glances up at her friend and waits for…

something. It’s not until a moment later, when Charley sweetly smiles and nods, that I realize Georgia was silently asking for consent.

And now that she has it, it’s game on.

With a pounding heart and a white-knuckle grip on the arm of the chair, I watch as Georgia swirls her pointed tongue around her friend’s clit a few times, a breathy moan falling from Charley’s lips as she gazes down at her with pinched brows and her bottom lip between her teeth.

Georgia throws the leg farthest away from me over her shoulder as she drops the other, allowing me a better view.

Spitting on Charley’s clit, Georgia uses two fingers to spread it around while she turns her head and looks at me, smirking in a way that lets me know whatever she’s about to say will probably be patronizing.

“Tell me, rich boy.” She swirls the pad of her finger around Charley’s clit, the soft, sensual sound of pleasure filling the air before Georgia goes on and asks, “Why do you think we say foreplay shouldn’t be optional? ”

“I already told you why me and blondie skipped foreplay, Peach.”

“That wasn’t the question.” She arches a brow. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Clenching my jaw, I exhale through my nose.

I’m not loving this notion that I’m inexperienced or bad in bed, especially because she has no fucking clue what she’s talking about.

But I’ll play along for now, because when it’s her turn to watch me show her how wrong she is, I bet top fucking dollar she’ll be singing a different tune.

“Because Georgia , it feels good and makes it last longer,” I grit out. “I’m not a fucking idiot.”

“Well, you’re not exactly right either,” she states plainly.

Charley giggles, flicking her heavy gaze over to me, a potent mixture of amusement and arousal splashed across her face, but the sound quickly morphs into a low, throaty moan that I can feel in my nuts when Georgia slides her middle finger into her cunt.

“Women aren’t like men; we don’t have a dick that can get hard and be ready to go. ”

It’s a damn miracle I’m hearing anything Georgia’s saying as I watch her ease her ring finger in alongside the middle. I’m pretty damn sure all the blood in my body has been diverted to my throbbing cock. I’m so turned on, it feels like my balls might burst.

“Think of it like that ugly-ass sports car in the driveway,” she says.

“That is a fucking Porsche Panamera.” I scoff. “Far from ugly.”

The corner of her mouth twitches, but she bites it back.

“What I’m saying is, you wouldn’t drive your car without giving it time to warmup first.” Not really necessary anymore with most modern engines, but now is probably not the best time to point that out, so I don’t.

“It’s the same with women; you have to warm us up before you take us for a ride.

If you aren’t making your girl come at least once before you fuck her, you’re doing it wrong. ”

Before I can even think of a response, her mouth is back on the pussy in front of her, working in tandem with her fingers.

I swallow thickly, absolutely mesmerized by watching her in action.

Watching the way she skillfully draws out the neediest sounds from her friend, with what looks like from over here, barely any effort.

Two fingers fuck Charley’s cunt with slow, deep thrusts, while her mouth focuses on the clit.

Her lips close around the swollen bud, and even though I can’t see what she’s doing, the way her jaw and right below her chin flex, I can imagine her tongue’s working it.

“Fuck, fuck…” Charley’s hand flies up, gripping the arm Georgia has wrapped around her thigh, jaw slack as her back arches off the couch and her head throws back. “Fuck, so good. So, sooo good .”