Burn Down the Night (Everything I Left Unsaid #3)- Molly O'Keefe Page 0,51
fill you. You’ve never been stretched like I stretch you. Imagine my cock, so hard inside of you it hurts. Just a little. Just enough. And she’s still licking you. You like that, don’t you. Her hot tongue. My hot cock—”
“Fuck, oh God. Oh—” Joan clutched Sarah’s head, jerking her hips up into her face and fingers, fucking herself against the woman. Wringing herself out.
Shattering over and over again. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen anything so beautiful.
“Holy shit,” Sarah breathed, once Joan let go. “Oh God. That was so hot.”
Sarah got to her feet and turned toward me. All that straight black hair was wild around her and she took a step toward the bed.
Yeah, I though, come closer. Because my endgame wasn’t coming, it was getting these handcuffs off. And then coming.
But first handcuffs.
“You want this?” I asked stroking myself through the cotton of my underwear. I bit my lip against the pressure building in my cock.
Sarah was at the foot of the bed, about to climb on but Joan grabbed her from behind.
“No,” she said. “That’s not part of the deal.”
Sarah whimpered, sagging a little in Joan’s arms.
“I’ll take care of you,” she whispered into Sarah’s ear. “Let’s go in the other room.”
“No,” Sarah said. “Here. I want him to watch…” We were both silent. “Unless that’s not cool—”
“I want to watch,” I said at the same time Joan said. “He can watch.”
Sarah smiled, easing back against Joan.
She took one of Joan’s hands and pushed it between her legs. “Make me come,” she whispered.
Joan pressed kisses against Sarah’s ear and the side of her face as she lifted that yellow skirt again, slipping her hands into that pink underwear. Joan was whispering something in Sarah’s ear and Sarah bit her lips, her eyes shut tight.
I just watched, feeling like I was seeing something too private. Joan glanced at me and I could see the same thing in her face. This wasn’t for me.
“Harder,” Sarah breathed.
Joan’s fingers were a blur against Sarah’s clit.
“Yes, fuck. Like that. Just like that. Keep—” Sarah was up on her tiptoes and Joan spun her around, pushing her into the dresser. She stumbled, sprawled back, and Joan used both hands. I couldn’t see, Joan was in the way, but Sarah’s hand came up and clutched at Joan’s hair, pushing her down to her knees in front of her.
“Eat me,” Sarah said and Joan complied.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I slipped my hand into my underwear and wrapped my fist around my cock. Two strokes, hard and fast, and I was coming. Sarah was coming, too, and both of us cried out. The room echoing with our shouts and groans.
I was covered in sweat. Replete and exhausted and still somehow tuned up.
Joan stood, stumbling a little like her legs had given out. Sarah reached up and grabbed her elbow, smiling. Laughing a little, like you do when all the hard edges were rubbed away by another person’s hand.
“Whoa,” Joan said.
“Yeah,” Sarah laughed. “Whoa. That was…awesome.”
“It was,” Joan said. I was silent.
Joan put on her clothes and Sarah pulled up her underwear, jumped down off the dresser and smoothed out her hair. “I should get back. My in-laws have the kids out for dinner. They’ll be back soon.”
I felt my jaw nearly hit the floor.
“Sure,” Joan said. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
Sarah walked by, close enough to grab and then closer still. She bent down and kissed my lips. Soft and sweet. I tasted the tang of Joan and my tongue swept out to get more. And then she stroked my face, her eyes taking me in with all my tattoos and bullshit.
Behind her Joan was wide-eyed, probably convinced that I was going to grab the woman by the throat and hold her hostage until Joan unlocked me. It’s what she would do in my place.
It’s what I’d been trying to make happen.
But I couldn’t do it.
“My husband would have loved that,” Sarah said, her eyes unbearably sad. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” I said, and then she was walking out the door.
Joan was smart enough to not get too close. I might let the sad mother leave unscathed, but if Joan got close, I wasn’t sure what I would do.
“I want the number,” she whispered, her face hard.
And then she, too, was gone.
Chapter 15
Joan
I closed the door behind Sarah and leaned my head against it, trying so hard to pull myself back together. But I couldn’t even find the threads to grab on to.