Page 13 of Grade A Girl

She does as I ask, her breathing calming down, but the way she’s looking between us—like she wants to devour us, has me straining against the zipper in my pants. I want to toss her over my shoulder, deposit her on the bed, and spend the rest of the night exploring her. Learning the sweet spots on her body that turn her into a quivering mess, begging for a release.

I lean closer and breathe in her scent. It’s a mix of apples and vanilla. She smells like the perfect dessert, and I have a sweet tooth.

Jaxson rubs his hand up and down her thigh, gently stroking her. When the bottom of her dress pulls up, exposing more of her soft thigh, I’m done for. I lean over as she turns to face me.

“Can I kiss you, Charlie?”

My lips are centimeters away from hers. Her breath is warm against my skin. I’m insane with need for her. She nods, and I press my mouth against hers. The kiss starts off soft. Her lips feel good pressed against mine; I can only imagine where else they would feel this good. She moans against me, and I deepen the kiss, dipping my tongue past her lips for a taste. Charlie is driving me insane. Quiet whimpers urge me on, and I feel Jaxson’s eyes on us, watching, enjoying.

I pull back and she pouts.

“My turn,” Jaxson says and wraps his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her close to him.

She holds on to his bicep with one hand and reaches her other arm back in search of me. It’s all instinct, like she knows she needs both of us. I link her fingers with mine and pull her away from him. Jaxson looks at me in question but doesn’t say a word. He knows what I want—what I need. I help her stand and tug her hand to follow as I lead her to the bedroom.

We barely make it through the threshold when I press her against Jaxson’s hard body and weave my fingers through her long dark tresses as I explore her mouth with my own. Her pink lips are soft and supple under mine. I need more of her. Jaxson’s hands explore her body, and she moans in pleasure as he pinches one of her hardened nipples through her dress.

I press my pelvis against hers, my growing erection pressing into her soft skin. Her fingers rest on the hard plains of my chest, and I’m not sure if she is trying to push me away or pull me closer. As long as she’s touching me right now, I don’t care. I need to feel her small hands on me, exploring.

I pull back to watch her. She licks her lips as she tries to get her breathing under control, and Jaxson spins her around to have some fun as well. I undo a few buttons, then pull my shirt up and over my head, dropping it on the floor by my feet. It’s been too long since I’ve been lucky enough to have this. Watching is as much of a turn on, especially knowing she wants us both.

Now, I just hope she doesn’t stop us.