“Well, that might have been your past experience.” I take a chance and place my hand on his cheek. Happiness blooms in my chest when he doesn’t pull away. “But I am okay with it. All of it. Better than okay,” I assure him.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and an image of his mouth on me earlier causes warmth to pool in my core. I clench my legs together, and I guess he doesn’t miss my reaction because the corner of his mouth curls up. He brushes back my hair and trails his teeth over the sensitive skin of my throat. “You were exceptional today, my little buttercup,” he whispers. His hand runs up my legs to my thighs, fingers dusting across the bite marks he left there. I shiver on his lap. “You liked it when I marked you as mine?” He tugs my panties aside.
“Y-yes.” The word leaves my mouth on a desperate moan.
“Does thinking about it make you wet?” he chuckles softly, his hot breath dancing over my skin. I try to squirm, but he holds me still.
“Does it?” he asks again, running a fingertip through my folds. “Or should I just find out for myself?” Flicking my tampon string, he curls his finger around the end and gives a gentle tug that moves it only the slightest fraction but makes me gasp.
“Yes!”
He presses a soft kiss on my collarbone. “Yes what?”
“Yes, it makes me wet.”
Releasing the string, he places his finger on my clit instead, sparing my blushes. For now, at least. He rubs the hypersensitive bundle of nerves in slow, teasing circles. “Good girl.”
I fist my hands in his shirt as pleasure coils in my gut. “Zeke,” I whimper.
“You still got cramps?”
“No, but that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
“Oh, I’ll never stop.” With a dark laugh, he sinks his teeth into my neck. My back bows, and he sweeps the tip of his tongue over where he just bit me, soothing the sting. “You’re mine now, buttercup.”
“I am?” I pant, a mind-blowing orgasm building deep in my core.
“Damn fucking right you are. That’s the thing with me, Lily. I’m a fucking monster, but I’m your monster now.” He presses harder on my clit, and searing hot pleasure skitters up my spine. “You kept on pushing me, daring me to let you in. And now that I have …”
I rock my hips, arching into the euphoria he’s giving me with only one finger. “W-what?”
“I’ll never let you go.”
“I d-d-oh, fu-oh!” My climax rips the words from my throat, leaving me unable to tell him that I never want him to.
“You look so fucking pretty when you come for me,” he groans as he goes on massaging his finger over my clit, drawing out my orgasm for as long as he can.
“Zeke,” I pant, my hands still fisted in his shirt.
He puts his finger into his mouth, eyes burning into mine as he sucks it clean. “You taste pretty fucking good too.”
“Only pretty good?” Xander says, and we both look up to find him and West standing in the open doorway. “I’d say abso-fucking-lutely delicious, wouldn’t you?” he asks West, who hums his agreement.
Despite the two of them having seen me come before, my cheeks still burn with embarrassment. “How long have you two been standing there?”
“Not nearly long enough, unfortunately,” West says with a wicked grin. He strides across the room and leans down to give me a soft, lingering kiss. Then he turns his attention to Zeke, who licks his lips. West grabs Zeke’s hair, tilting his head back and crashing their mouths together. I watch, transfixed. Zeke parts his lips, allowing West to slide his tongue inside, and Zeke’s already hard cock twitches against my hipbone. The sight of these two like this is so damn hot. I want to slip my hand between my thighs and get myself off to the spectacle. But that would be selfish of me, right? Especially after Zeke just gave me an incredible orgasm. So instead I slide my hand into Zeke’s sweatpants and squeeze the base of his shaft, making him groan into West’s mouth.
West flashes me a quick wink before returning his attention to Zeke. Not all his attention though. With his free hand, he yanks my damp panties out of the way and flicks his thumb over my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper. Working Zeke’s cock while watching him get tongue-fucked by West as he plays with my pussy has me about ready to implode. That familiar tingle begins to spread, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek. Stealing a quick glance at Xander, I find him sitting on the armchair opposite us, palming his cock over his pants.