Page 70 of Sharing Shadow Secrets (High Five Novella #6)
“ P rincess, you have both of us about to explode. We need this now,” I say, running my hand through her hair as I position myself in front of her. She looks up at me, and I smile down at her as Brandon slides on the condom.
“It’s like she doesn’t understand how hard we are,” Brandon jokes, squeezing her hips.
Staring at him as he enters her, tonight is exceeding my expectations.
A sharp exhale escapes as Taylor grabs my cock.
Hungry girl. I guide it into her mouth, then gather her hair into my hand.
The warmth of her mouth causes me to groan.
I think I’ve been hard for the last hour.
From the bath to kissing to eating her and now this. I’m going to come fast.
Brandon slowly thrusts, and I watch his muscles flex as he does.
He’s staring at her ass, then his gaze flicks up to meet mine.
I raise my hand for a high five, to make this official.
He chuckles then claps his hand with mine.
My eyes widen when he interlaces our fingers and pulls me in for a kiss.
Leaning over Taylor, he slams his lips into mine for a needy kiss.
Then he leans back and grunts, thrusting deliberately into her.
She moans around my cock, and I’m obsessed with them. I pull her hair and look down at her.
“Look at you take it,” I praise, then tilt my head back, enjoying her lips and tongue working me. Brandon’s grunt causes me to open my eyes.
He reaches his hand out, and I intertwine our fingers again.
He’s never looked at me like this before, like he’s taking me in.
He pulls me toward him, and we kiss again.
This time, it’s longer, tender. It lingers.
I pull back, on the brink of my release.
I cup my hands around Taylor’s face. “I want to fuck this princess’s face. ”
Her eyes flick up to mine as she hums with a nod.
I guide my cock in and out, slow at first. With each thrust, I pick up the pace and push deeper into her throat.
She’s a good girl, but she knows how to be bad.
Fuck. She can take it. Brandon’s basically stopped his thrusts, his eyes look like they are entranced watching us.
“How deep can you take him?” he asks into the silence, and I push a bit more. Her eyes are starting to water, but she otherwise seems relaxed. She raises a hand and squeezes my cheek, pulling me into her.
“Fuck, she’s nasty,” I pant, thinking she wants me to go deeper.
“She’s the best,” Brandon says, resuming slow thrusts.
I moan as she takes all of me and grumble when she does it again. Watching her, I’m captivated.
“Make him come,” Brandon says, and my gaze darts up to find his. We smirk at each other as he squeezes her ass with both hands. He lightly swats her cheek, and I take control, thrusting into her.
Then Brandon chuckles to himself. “You know she brought up DVP the day I met her.”
“Naughty girl,” I groan, nearing my release. Brandon’s eyes. Are they signaling that? Does he want to do that after this? “I don’t want to break her,” I pant, watching her take me.
“We can go really slow.”
“ We ,” I tease, suddenly liking that idea. We all work together. We could be a “we.” I’m getting drunk on this attention and affection. It’s making me think I want something serious. That they would even be interested in something like that.
I grunt and deliberately thrust into her mouth. She can take it. She could take both of us. The thought is too hot, and I barely make out, “Where do you want me to come?”
She flicks her tongue over my tip, speeding up her bobs.
“I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t answer.
” Taylor hums, and I release. It’s hard, intense.
I groan, then exhale again, feeling dizzy.
I pull out and flop back on the bed. “Pillow princess, we need to recover.” I pat next to me, euphoric.
“I’m fucking her,” Brandon says, squeezing her hips, not letting her move.
“Let her rest while you do.”
She giggles, smiling at me. Brandon releases her, and she flops down next to me, cuddling into my chest.
“My neck will be killing me tomorrow,” she says with a laugh.
“Brandon will massage you. Tomorrow will be a day of pampering I hear.”
“You two …” she barely makes out, a smile glued to her face.
Brandon hovers above her, then leans to kiss me before kissing her. “Are you spent, or can I fuck you?”
“I want you to come.”
He hesitates, looking deeply at her, and they are the cutest couple. They trust each other. They pick up on the unsaid.
“Fuck me, Brandon,” she says, stern.
“The boss has spoken,” I quip and kiss her cheek. Then I grab her chin and turn her head toward mine, slamming my lips into hers. I taste my saltiness on her tongue as she rocks from his thrusts. “You’re so good at that,” I murmur between kisses.
“Brandon says you’re the best,” she says after another.
“Does he?” I break our kiss and look at him. He winks, then rests his hand next to her head as he plows her. Watching her breasts bounce and him rail into her again and again, I’m recovering faster than I would have thought possible.