But I didn’t stop him. As directed, I kept my eyes trained on the screen.
He found my clit, keeping his touch light and teasing at first. He stroked in tiny circles around and over it, barely moving his wrist. I lost focus on the movie, letting my body fall back against his and my eyes close, just enjoying the touch of my man and the feelings he could bring out in me so easily.
The movie continued, the actor’s voices distant in the background while Liam’s fingers worked my clit until I was wet and aching for more.
He didn’t disappoint. Silently, his hand wandered lower, fingers pushing between my folds to gather my arousal, coating his fingers in it. I let out a tiny gasp.
If Rowe and Heath heard it, they didn’t comment.
My pussy throbbed, and the need to spread my legs wide so he could spear into me and get all the angles I desperately wanted rose swift and fast. But there was another part of me that was thrilled by what he was doing. It was like sitting in the back row of a movie theatre and making out while everybody else was engrossed in the screen.
His lips brushed along my jaw, his tongue rasping over my ear, while his erection grew behind me. He ground against my ass so subtly that to anyone else, he might have just been adjusting himself on the floor because it had started feeling hard.
I knew the moment we’d been busted.
Liam plunged a finger up inside my core, and it was all I could do not to cry out his name. He hit my G-spot perfectly, and the noise I muffled was barely better than a dirty groan of need.
Heath chuckled. “If you two think you’re being subtle, you’re not.”
I glanced over my and Liam’s shoulders, my gaze meeting Heath’s. His mouth was twisted in a smirk, but the hard-on behind his shorts was a dead giveaway for the fact he wasn’t minding watching.
Liam laughed against my neck. “Oops.” His tongue darted out to lick me while he dragged the fabric of my skirt and panties over my hip bone. The gap between my skirt and top widened beneath his hands, my top riding up to expose my belly and bra, and I raised my hips so he could push my skirt off all the way.
He had me bare from the waist down, his fingers buried deep in my pussy, with my nipples hard. I wanted to remove my bra and get naked with him, but Liam had other ideas that all centered around getting me off. Still on our sides, he maneuvered my top leg up and back so it rested over his. This opened me up to him, creating room between my thighs for his fingers to plunder. I moaned as the need for him grew, and when he stopped to undo his fly, I frantically took up the job of working my clit myself.
Liam’s erection, free from his pants, slid between my legs from behind.
He put his hand over mine, controlling the speed and pressure we put on my clit. I let him guide, setting the pace he wanted. He was so in tune with me, I couldn’t have done any better myself. If anything, I would have gone too hard and fast, desperate to come, but he slowed things down, making me take my time.
My orgasm would be better for it. I knew it, but I still blew out hot, hard, impatient breaths.
Liam gave me what I wanted. His cock slid inside me, stretching me deliciously. Neither of us let up on my clit, but he took his time filling me, then withdrawing, sometimes sliding in shallowly, sometimes diving deep. He held me tight in place until I was squirming against him, desperate to come.
Rowe groaned, and then he was on his knees in front of me, his camp chair hitting the floor behind us in his haste to get on the rug with us. But it was Liam’s gaze he met. “Don’t let her come yet.”
I whimpered.
He flipped the cups of my bra down, my breasts spilling out over the top. He grabbed greedy handfuls of my flesh, cupping, groping, his finger and thumb squeezing my nipples hard so that sharp spears of pleasure joined the ones emanating from between my thighs.
He worked my breasts, but his gaze was fixed on my slit, full with Liam’s cock. Rowe’s gaze grew deeper and darker while he watched Liam fuck me. He brushed my and Liam’s hands away from my clit so he could see better.
Heat flushed my body. Then his head lowered, and he flicked my clit with his tongue.
I moaned so loud, Liam clapped a hand over my mouth. But none of us stopped. Rowe’s tongue was relentless, and the orgasm building inside me became a tornado, wild and furious and impossible to avoid. It ripped through my body, swirling up pleasure I couldn’t describe. I yelled against Liam’s hand as the orgasm destroyed me, and I clamped down on his cock, sending him into the swirling abyss right along with me. He pulsed inside me, spilling into my body while I writhed between his dick and Rowe’s tongue.
Liam’s erection eventually faded, and the two of us stilled for a moment. But Rowe didn’t stop. He continued licking at my clit, slowly but surely, building me up once more.
I couldn’t come again. Not yet. I pushed Rowe away, onto his back, and straddled my legs over him. I knew my pussy was slick with Liam’s cum. I shoved Rowe’s shirt up, exposing his lower abs and the fly on his shorts. I yanked it down, impatient and needy once more, taking his boxer briefs with me. His dick sprang free. He was big and hard, and it was tempting to go down on him, the way he’d been going down on me.
But the ache inside me was real. I impaled myself on his erection, taking all of him in one deep plunge that had us both crying out.
I cringed at how loud I was, but then Heath was behind me, wrapping a hand over my lips while he whispered in my ear, “Ride him, sweetheart. I’ll worry about your mouth.”
I jerked my head away, and he let me go.