And holy sugar. He was big.
Big and smooth, his skin stretched tight and soft as satin.
He groaned as I closed my hand around his shaft.
I delivered long, slow strokes to his dick and a fresh wave of pressure built at my center. I could almost feel him pushing inside me. Could almost feel him fucking me.
I rocked faster on his hand, sinking into the pressure of his thumb, making slow circular motions on my clit.
He lifted his head to look down at me with glassy eyes. “You going to come, cupcake?”
“Yes!” I gasped.
“Fuck yes,” he said. “Come so I can taste you. Come so I can fuck you and make you come again.”
I cried out as I tipped over the edge and he slammed his lips onto mine, absorbing the sound with a kiss that threatened to swallow me whole.
His tongue plundered my mouth as I shuddered around his fingers, rocking my hips to wring every ounce of pleasure from the tremors rolling through my body, and I dropped into a black hole of pleasure, a place where everything was quiet and dark, everything except the intense pleasure sparking a thousand fires under my skin.
He didn’t break our kiss until I went limp against his upper body. The orgasm had wrung me out, left me breathless. I was hardly even aware that I still had his dick in my hand.
He looked down at me, his eyes burning with raw desire, and opened his mouth to speak.
Except the voice that sounded in the kitchen didn’t come from him. It came from behind him.
“I’m kind of offended I wasn’t invited to the party.”
Startled, I looked around Beck to see Noah, leaning again the wall, arms folded over his chest.
“Sugar!” I took my fingers out of Beck’s sweats and hurried to cover my tits with my tank top while Beck removed his fingers from my pussy.
Beck scowled but seemed otherwise unperturbed. “What are you, a fucking creeper?”
Noah shrugged. “Seemed like a bad time to interrupt.” He glanced at Beck. “I’m hurt I wasn’t included.”
Beck grinned. “Sucks to be you. That would be up to Avery.”
Noah walked toward me on the island. I probably should have been embarrassed that my legs were still spread, my nipples still hard, but everything was moving way too fast for embarrassment.
He leaned in without warning and captured my lips in a kiss that had me wet all over again.
He pulled away and looked down at me like I was a puzzle he was desperate to solve. “What do you say, sweetheart? Willing to let me third-wheel next time?”
“I… um…” My brain was short-circuiting, all the wires crossed and fried from the tantalizing suggestion on the heels of the mind-blowing orgasm delivered by Beck’s fingers.
Noah chuckled and reached for the uneaten half of my cookie, still on the counter where Beck had set it down before getting me off with his fingers.
“You can get back to me,” he said. “It’s an open invitation.”
The words rang in my ears as he popped the cookie in his mouth and left the kitchen.
20
BECK
I came downto the kitchen the next morning hoping to find Avery. I’d barely slept, the memory of our make-out session in the kitchen enough to keep me tossing and turning, dreaming about the sweet heat of her pussy clenched around my fingers, the plushness of her mouth under mine.
I was still annoyed Noah had cock-blocked me from making her come again. I’d been looking forward to burying my face between her thighs, bending her over the kitchen island, making her come again.