Houston made quick work of my garter and panties but left my black thigh-high stockings on my legs. The three of them seemed to like whenever I wore them because they always took off everything except them, so I made a mental note to buy and wear them more often.
I tilted my head back, resting on Houston’s shoulder when his hands cupped my breasts from behind, and he began kissing my neck. His chest was hard and warm against my back, and the comforting aroma of vanilla gave me no choice but to lean against him.
I always felt like I could rule the world when I was in Houston Morrow’s arms.
His fingers slowly drifted down my stomach, making the muscles quiver in anticipation, and he didn’t stop until he was possessively palming the smooth, bare skin of my pussy in a show of ownership.
“Yours,” I gasped around the cherries drenching my tongue. I knew what he wanted to hear.
Moving my hair over my shoulder, Houston kissed my nape in response.
He didn’t make me beg before he moved to my clit, teasing and circling until my back arched and then tunneling two of his fingers inside of me. He groaned the moment he was knuckle-deep and discovered how wet he’d gotten me.
Suddenly, I felt like I’d been caught red-handed.
I knew just by the sound that poured deep from his chest that I had a long night ahead of me.
“Houston—”
“Sit on his face.”
My lips parted, but I couldn’t respond.
Houston was still fucking me with his fingers when my gaze shot to Jericho, who watched us through half-lidded eyes.
He was no longer fighting sleep.
By the second, Rich was becoming more and more alert.
A shiver shook my body, but I was quickly distracted from my unease when Houston nipped my shoulder harshly and without warning. I had no doubt he’d left a mark. Letting my skin go, he placed his lips near my ear.
“I don’t want to ask again.”
As soon as I took a trembling step forward, Houston let me go. I missed his fingers inside of me even as I felt his eyes watching to make sure I obeyed.
I climbed onto the bed that, until now, I hadn’t realized was pretty high, and crawled my way up Jericho’s body. As soon as our lips were lined, we met each other halfway for a kiss that rattled my soul.
I loved Jericho’s kisses.
They were soft and sweet and slow.
And they smelled like freshly bloomed berries.
Unlike Houston and Loren, he always let me set the pace, and somehow, I still gave him all of me anyway. I trembled once again as a slash of fear sliced me open without warning or cause.
I always assumed he was the safest, but…what if I was wrong?
What if Jericho was the most dangerous of all?
He broke the kiss.
“As much I love your lips, it’s your pussy I want to kiss. My face, Braxton. Sit on my face.”
Preoccupied by the need in his voice, I stared down into Jericho’s eyes. Those silver pools were like quicksand. You don’t know you’re screwed until you’re already in too deep.
A whimper I hadn’t intended slipped out of me, and then I was rising onto my knees. I heard footsteps, and when I peeked over my shoulder, it was in time to see Houston slipping out of the room. Strong hands gripped my ass while I was still frowning at the door, and then Jericho was yanking me forward until I was straddling his head.
Apparently, he’d grown impatient waiting.
My yelp was cut short, a moan replacing it when I felt his felt tongue swipe my slit. Eyes fluttering closed, I lowered myself more as my thighs spread when he began to plant open-mouth kisses on my lower lips.
“Oh, Jericho, fuck,” I moaned when he eventually turned to my clit. Those slow teasing licks were going to send me to the looney bin.
Having mercy on me, his attention returned to my entrance, and my mouth fell open at the feeling of his tongue stiffening as he burrowed it inside of me as far as it would go. Pulling free, he repeated the move, and in and out, his tongue darted. I made a sound I didn’t recognize as I began winding my hips. I was fucking his face in earnest now, and that was all it took for his easy rhythm to end.
Needing something to hold on to when I felt my control slipping, I fell forward, my