Trials and Tiaras (Untouchable #7) - Heather Long Page 0,14

strain in my dick. There was no way to hide the tent in the sweatpants now, especially not with Frankie’s breath coming in short, hot pants. A cry fell from her lips, and I glanced down as he slid his hand between her thighs and speared two fingers into her. The rocking of her hips had me wanting to surge forward, but I stayed right where I was.

The whole point here was two-fold—giving Frankie pleasure and seeing if Bubba could handle it. God, my balls hurt watching this. They hurt in the best way. He slid his free arm up to catch her chin with his fingers and tilted her face. All at once, she stiffened as a sharper cry broke forth, and he kissed the sound right off her lips, chasing it with his tongue. Probably the same way I did. I wanted to swallow every bit of her pleasure.

Finally, he eased his fingers from her and spread her wide before he glanced over at me. The indecision on his face was utterly absent as he gave her pussy the lightest of smacks, then nodded to me and then down at her.

Fuck man, he did not have to invite me twice. I crossed the room in two strides and went to my knees, even as he lifted her and spread her thighs wider, cradling her against him, and I darted my tongue along her slick labia. A shout came from above, but I just canted my gaze up to where she and Bubba kissed with ferocity as I swirled my tongue through her soft folds and almost groaned at the sweet muskiness. I fucking loved how she tasted.

As much as I wanted to savor, my cock hurt and I wanted to make her come again. I dipped my tongue into her, keeping her thighs apart with my hands, then up to her clit. The swollen little nubbin strained at the first brush of my tongue, and a whimper ripped free of her. When I locked my lips around her clit and thrummed it with a combination of humming and tongue strikes, her hips bucked like mad and her cries grew more desperate. Another glance up, and I found Bubba had started tweaking her nipples in time with her gasps, and I had the perfect view of her falling absolutely apart.

Another few licks, and I wiped my cheeks against the covers. Frankie looked wrecked and flushed, and then Bubba shifted her again, and at this angle, I couldn’t miss the way he lifted her leg and then pushed himself up into her. His sweats had vanished, and the first push of him up into her had her crying out all over again. Tears slid out from beneath the bandana, but she let out a stream of curses that almost made me laugh.

“Holy fuck, fuck, fuck…” It was beautiful and hilarious and perfect. Then she added, “Oh fuck, thank you…oh… Can I suck you? Can I please, Ian? Can I? I know you said quiet…oh…”

Frankie rarely asked for what she wanted, and fuck, I wanted to give it to her, but Bubba slowed his thrusting to look past her shoulder to me and then down at her. He pressed a kiss to her ear and then rolled them so they were on their sides. Snagging a pillow, he eased it below her head before he pushed her leg higher, bracing it out of his way for access, and then he looked at me.

He’d already let me play way more than I expected, but he just smiled faintly and then nodded to her.

Licking her lips, Frankie panted as Bubba started to thrust again. Holy shit? Fine, I shoved the sweats down and moved to kneel at her face. It wasn’t going to take me long, I was fucking dying to come. A couple of strokes, and I’d be a goner. As it was, I fisted myself so I didn’t just come all over her face.

She’d made a specific request about facials—as in never. I intended to honor that request. The moment I tapped my dick against her lips though, she smiled with such abandon, my whole heart constricted, and another cry escaped her as she opened up and wrapped her mouth around my cock.

Holy fuck.

Hot, wet heat closed around me, and I had to remember to be easy, to not choke her. I didn’t brag about my dick, but I knew exactly how big it was. She didn’t give me much choice