curtain of my hair, I expect to find him sitting there, on that chair that looks more like a throne, with a look of repulsion on his face, but instead, it’s quite the opposite. His face doesn’t give anything away, but his eyes…they’re filled with fire. Roaring flames that are licking at my flesh, flaying and charring my skin.
That isn’t the look of a man who is disgusted. No, that’s a man who is angry and turned on, all at once.
“Nervous?” I jolt at the nearness of her voice, as she crawls next to me on the bed. Her voice is soft yet entirely seductive. When our gazes lock, her eyes are filled with understanding, and it’s like she knows this isn’t about her. This is about Baz and me. I tip my chin up and down in a jerky nod and swallow thickly. I let my arms drop limply at my sides, even though I so desperately want to keep myself covered.
Sheri reaches out, taking a strand of my hair and twirling it around her finger. “You’re gorgeous.”
I take a quick glance at Baz, and I’m just about to respond, when her lips descend on mine, and she’s kissing me. Her soft, delicate hand settles on my shoulder, and she pulls me closer to her, just the slightest bit. In the process, her breasts graze across my chest, and I gasp into her mouth. She’s sweet and soft and tastes like strawberries. Her tongue darts out, toying with me, stroking mine tentatively at first.
My core clenches, and I find myself arching into her touch, my own tongue seeking hers. She pulls away, trailing her lips and tongue down my neck, and I gasp, my stomach flipping with arousal. Through hazy, lust-filled eyes, I glance at Baz and expect to find him turned on by what’s currently happening on the bed, but instead, he looks angry. The haze clears, and I blink, focusing on him. His jaw is grinding back and forth, as he watches Sheri trail her lips down my neck. My mouth drops open in surprise when she pulls the lace cup of my bra down, exposing my breast, her tongue flicking my nipple. Electric bolts of pleasure shoot straight to my center, and I fist the bed sheets at my sides for support.
As if sensing my gaze, Baz looks me in the eye, his own gaze burning with fury, and beneath it all, I see the lust. The heat there kicks up several notches. For whatever reason, this makes him angry, but he is a man, and two women kissing each other does still turn him on.
“Spread your legs, Mackenzie,” he grits out. His voice is sharp like razor blades yet husky at the same time.
My breath hitches when understanding dawns. Sheri grazes my nipple with her teeth before laying me back. Slowly, I spread my legs, baring myself to both of them. Like he’s unable to help himself, Baz leans forward, eyes intently focused on me, and husks his demand out to Sheri.
“Show her a good time, Sheri.”
She grins seductively up at me and slithers between my legs. Her soft, delicate hands toy and play with my skin. She smells so good, and her skin, it’s so…different. She’s unreal. The way she can send tremors wracking through my body with a single touch; it’s like she knows the exact places to touch, lick, and caress to drive me crazy. My eyes slam shut as my heart pounds violently in my chest. My core is throbbing, and I jump when I feel her hands toying with my nipples.
Her mouth descends, working its way down my stomach, and I let out a strangled gasp, staring up at the ceiling, as she flicks her tongue up and down my center. Delicately, she spreads my lips and presses a kiss against my clit, which pulls a long-drawn-out moan from me. Sheri alternates between fluttering her tongue over my clit to sucking on my clit softly, like this is her favorite pastime. Of their own accord, my hips twist, in small approving circles, at how good this feels. My skin is on fire, my center sopping wet, and my pussy clenches painfully, dying to feel more, something inside me.
Sheri’s tongue circles my clit, then dips inside me, and I buck wildly off the bed at the sensation. She kisses my pussy slow and deep just as she kissed my lips. My core is throbbing, and I feel my orgasm looming, threatening