Page 12 of Paper and Passion (Ghostlight Falls #2)

Alex

I ’ve never heard such sweet words. I spin away from Adrian and throw myself at Tillie, kissing her the way I’ve been dreaming about since that first day. She moans into my mouth as I cup both her ass cheeks in my hands.

“Come on, loves,” Adrian says. “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”

“Not… gonna… make it.” I gasp between hungry kisses, my body is burning up, my belly cramping. “Need her. Now.”

Tillie’s wearing a skirt today, and I praise whoever invented the clothing item.

Easy access is just what I need. I slide my hands up her stockinged thighs.

Fucking tights. Whoever invented them was not nearly as smart as whoever invented skirts.

It doesn’t matter, though, because my nails make quick work of them.

I gather the stretched material at her ass and rip while sucking her tongue into my mouth.

The noise she makes in response is indecipherable, but it’s full of pleasure.

My nipples tighten into stiff peaks like they’re trying to reach out for hers. Fuck, it’s gonna feel so good to rub against her with nothing between us.

“The shop,” Tillie gasps when I release her tongue.

“That’ll work.” Adrian scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder.

I complain, not liking being separated from my girl, but then Tillie takes my hand, and all feels right with the world.

Adrian squeezes my ass. Tillie tightens her fingers around mine.

Anticipation thickens the air between us. We’re about to make magic.

Adrian jogs across the street, Tillie running to keep up.

I’m hanging over his shoulder, but I lift my head so I can watch her as she runs.

Hmm, delicious. Licking my lips, I think about having my tongue on her.

I’m not wearing any panties, and Adrian’s groan lets me know he smells the gush of arousal between my legs.

He slaps my ass. “Wait till we’re inside.”

He throws open the unlocked door, and as soon as it closes behind us, the store shakes. It’s not swaying, so I know we’re not moving on this plan of existence.

Adrian sets me down on the counter next to the register, sweeping his arm across it and knocking things off so he can lay me back, outstretched like a feast.

“Yes, eat me, big boy.” I grab his face and pull it down between my breasts. My dress has buttons down the front, and one tug is all it takes to pop them all and expose me to my mates.

“Tillie,” I moan, reaching for her.

She’s standing off to the side, arms held around her middle, expression hesitant.

“None of that,” Adrian says, looking over at her. He grabs her hand and tugs her closer. “Alex needs you.” He hauls her against him with his hands on her round ass. “I do, too,” he whispers before kissing her.

They look so good together. A sense of contentment fills me even as the fire of my heat intensifies.

This is everything I’ve longed for, and so much more.

I slip a hand down my body to finger myself while I watch them, teasing myself with a light pressure that shoots tingling sensations across my skin.

Tillie wraps her legs around Adrian, and he lifts her onto the counter next to me. “Now, be a good girl and sit on Alex’s face. Let her get you good and wet for us.”

A cute little whimper slips out of her as she looks down at me. Her ass is right by my head, so I turn my face and nip at her through her skirt. “You heard the man. Get up here.”

Tentatively, she climbs all the way up on the counter, positioning a knee on either side of my shoulders. She looks down at me, and her hair falls around her face like a waterfall.

“Are you sure?” she asks.

“Don’t you dare doubt this,” I snap. “You’re mine, and I want you to suffocate me with your cunt while Adrian fucks me with his tongue. Got it?”

She gasps. Such a sweet girl. A good girl.

She’s not used to such coarse language. When I grew up, cunt was just what you called it.

There wasn’t the negative connotation that it has now.

Plus, I love how it sounds and the reaction it gets.

I throw her a smirk, then grab her thighs and pull her forward with enough force that she stumbles, hands hitting the wall with a thud.

“That’s right, sweet girl. I want my mouth on your cunt more than I’ve ever wanted anything. ”

I tug her roughly down, spreading her open so I can feast. The first flick of my tongue has her muttering a curse, the second has her thighs quivering.

The whole place is still vibrating, sending tremors through my body and hers.

Adrian pushes my thighs apart, coming to the edge of the counter.

His fingers work me with an experience that only comes with practice.

His touch is heaven. Her taste is nirvana.

And the sounds she makes drive me fucking wild.

I lift her skirt, widen the hole in her tights, and spread her cheeks.

Adrian slips a finger inside her and two inside me while I caress our girl’s clit with my lips and tongue.

Every lick gets his thick finger drenched in even more of her sweet flavor.

I move my hands to her breasts, scratching my nails gently over her nipples through her shirt, and she falls apart.

Gasping and moaning and yelling, “Yes! Yes! Yesssss!”

My focus wavers as Adrian picks up his pace, giving me a little more pressure, just like he knows I like. His head drops down, and he laps my center with the same eagerness I showed Tillie. My eyes roll back, and I gasp against Tillie’s dripping core.

She swings around, turning so she’s kneeling just above my head, facing Adrian so she can watch what he’s doing.

“He looks good between my legs, doesn’t he, sweet girl?” I look up at her and give her nipple a hard flick. “You want to feel his tongue, too?”

Adrian never slows his ministrations. My muscles tense, tingles circling my spin.

“Later,” Tillie says. “Right now, I want…” She doesn’t finish her sentences because she yanks down my bra, bends over, and sucks my right nipple while fingering the left.

I bow off the counter, arching into her mouth.

Her breasts hang heavy above my head. Fuck, boobs are pretty.

They sway with her movements like they’re bells tolling a new day.

They’re gonna get even bigger when she’s pregnant with our child, swollen and full so she can nurse our young.

I imagine being in this position then, milk dripping down on me because she’s a messy, leaking mother goddess.

I lift my head so I can lick a nipple just as she switches to my other breast and Adrian slides a third finger inside me. I come with images of her—round, fat, powerful, creating life.

Adrian gasps, and when he stands, I know the wet spot on his pants is more than just pre-cum. I give him a satisfied smile, loving that he lost control like that.

The shop has stopped vibrating, and Tillie looks out the window. “We’re in my backyard,” she says .

“Perfect.” Adrian grins, then he throws me over one shoulder and Tillie over the other.

“Hmmm, my big strong mate.” I slap his ass, then grab Tillie’s hand. We kiss, hanging upside down, draped over our man’s back, as he carries us out into the yard.