Pleasure is a slow roll sweeping through my body. I’m so close I can taste it.
My stomach quivers and I buck my hips.
I’m so turned on I don’t even care that it’s a girl who’s about to make me come, or that Phoenix is getting off to the show.
I just need it to happen. Soon.
My grip on the back of her head constricts, keeping her right where I need her. “Don’t stop.”
I shoot my gaze past her, taking in the giant cock with my panties wrapped around it. The wide mushroom head is slick with precum and the thick veins running along his long length have me wishing I didn’t abhor him with the fire of a million suns so I could take him into my mouth.
Phoenix must be thinking the same thing because his stare bounces between my mouth and pussy and he tightens his grasp.
The muscles in his forearms flex as he speeds up his movements, and the girl sucks harder, driving me out of my mind.
“Stop,” Phoenix snarls, and her movements come to an abrupt halt.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
I was seconds away from climaxing.
Bastard.
“Keep going,” I urge, imploring her to listen to me instead of him.
Leering at me, Phoenix growls, “Who are you here for?”
Faster than I can blink, she gets off the bed and drops to her knees before him.
The tendons in his neck coil as he strokes himself a few more times and covers her face with his cum.
“That’s all you’re getting.” Backing up, he tucks himself into his jeans. “Grab your shit and get out.”
Jesus.
Her embarrassment is tangible as she stands up, grabs her dress off the floor, and scurries to the door.
I narrow my eyes. “You’re a dick.”
My outburst only amuses him. “I simply gave her what she kept begging me for earlier.”
Slowly, he lowers himself onto the bed. “Besides, we both know she’s not the one you want.”
My heart punches against my ribs and I press my thighs together as he slithers toward me. “I prefer her over you.”
The look he gives me makes it clear he thinks I’m full of shit as he wrenches them apart. I force myself to ignore the heat in his eyes and the vulnerability that slams into me as he zeros in on my pussy.
“Is that why you whispered my name when you were getting ready to touch yourself before?”
I hate him. So damn much.
“It was a dream.” A tremor flits through me as he settles between my parted thighs. “Correction. It was a nightmare.”
Shoving my shirt up my torso, he kisses my hip bone. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” The corner of his lip curls. “Or in your case, not sleep because you’re too busy getting yourself off while thinking about me.”
My belly clenches when his mouth moves down. The stubble on his jaw tickles my sensitive skin, taunting me.
Common sense has clearly taken a back seat to basic, primal need, because even though I should stop him, I want the release.
Doesn’t mean we’re friends, though.
“You were right before.” His lips graze the inside of my thigh and it’s all I can do not to rock into his face. “She’s not the one I want.”
He stills, watching me beneath long, dark lashes…waiting for me to continue.
To give him what he wants.
“That would be George.”
A low, threatening sound rumbles out of him before he sinks his sharp teeth into my flesh. “Liar.”
The sting of pain only turns me on even more. Damn him.
“There’s only one liar in this room.”
It’s something he seems to need a constant reminder of whenever we’re alone.
My heart feels like it’s going to pound right out of my chest when the tip of his nose skims the length of my pussy. “Phoenix—”
His teeth clamp down and he draws my tender flesh into his mouth, sucking and biting my lips like I’m succulent fruit.
I need him to do all that to the inside of me, though.
My frustration rises to dire levels when he shifts a mere centimeter and repeats the movement.
I drive my hips into his jaw. “Make me come. Now.”
But he doesn’t…he continues torturing me with his tongue and teeth.
I whimper, desperate for him to alleviate all this pressure he’s building.
“Beg,” he groans between harsh sucks and pulls.
I’m about to tell him to go fuck himself, but then he finally spreads me open with two of his fingers.
I swallow the words, not wanting to give in.
“Come on, Groupie. Be a good girl and beg me to eat this tight little cunt.”