“Okay. Good.” I come to a stop outside the guest room, and she peers inside.
“Wow. That’s a big bed,” she says with a soft laugh, and my cock jumps in my pants. She’s not inviting us into it, asshole.
“Actually, I do have one question.” Her voice sounds like a purr and only makes me want her more.
“Yeah?”
“What you’re asking is a huge commitment, and we don’t even know if we’re …” Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink.
I take a step closer, and I don’t miss the way her breath hitches. “Don’t know if we’re what?”
“Compatible,” she whispers.
“Wasn’t that what tonight was for? I think we all got along pretty well.”
She presses her lips together, and I enjoy watching her squirm. “I didn’t mean that kind of compatible.”
She shivers when I grip her chin and tilt her head. “We’re all adults here, Lily. If you can’t even say the words, how are you going to survive the three of us?”
Her eyes burn into mine, and she hardens her gaze. “Sexually, I mean.”
I dip my head and dust my lips over hers. She lets out the sweetest, sexiest moan I think I’ve ever heard in my entire goddamn life. The skin on her neck now matches her face. Her pupils are blown wide. I have no idea how far I should take this, but she’s driving me fucking crazy, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop once I start. “How wet are you right now?”
She blinks, and that cute blush deepens further. “What?”
“You heard me, Lily. You’re concerned about us being sexually compatible.” I edge closer until my body is pressed against hers, and there’s no way she can’t feel my hard cock rubbing on her stomach. “You can see and feel how hot I am for you, so I think it’s only fair that you give me some indication of how much you want me.”
“Yes, but …” The words come out as a pant, her breaths coming faster.
“I know you’re turned on. I can tell by your breathing and how your pupils are so big that I can barely see the green in your eyes anymore, but tell me …” I run a fingertip across her jawline and down her collarbone. “How wet are you?”
She flutters her long eyelashes but keeps her gaze trained on my face. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Fuck. Me. This woman is a fucking spitfire. My cock will most likely explode if I don’t get some relief soon, but I shouldn’t do this. She hasn’t agreed yet. What if I scare her off?
Or what if she comes so fucking hard that she can’t help but run back for more? That’s the only option that will work for me because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her for longer than a second. Haven’t been able to stop imagining how perfectly she will fit into our penthouse. Into our lives. I have no idea why I’m so certain of that. I barely know her.
But I want to know—I want to know and feel and taste and claim every single part of her. I give her one last chance to back out. “You sure?”
“Yes,” she says on a moan.
“Jesus Christ, Lily.” With no further consideration for how I might fuck this up for everyone, I tug open the button on her jeans, pull down her zipper, and slide my hand inside her lace panties. I quickly find her clit, swollen and slick with her arousal, and rub the pad of my finger over it. She whimpers, rocking her hips and grinding against me. I sink my hand deeper into her underwear, gliding two fingers through her wet folds.
She throws her arms around my neck and bites down on her lip to stifle the groans that come from deep inside her. When I reach her entrance, I swirl my finger around her tight hole, and her juices coat my fingertips. I’m not going to be able to hold off from driving into her much longer, and definitely not while she’s staring into my eyes, silently pleading with me to continue. I slip one finger inside her silky wet heat and her back bows.
“Fuck, West,” she gasps as she bears down on me.
I press my mouth against her neck and inhale the scent of her skin mixed with the smell of her arousal slicking my finger. “Jesus, you’re not just wet, princess, you’re fucking soaked.”
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers, riding my hand as I drive deeper inside her.
“You’re so fucking tight too. I can’t wait to fuck you, Lily. Can’t wait to feel you squeezing my cock.”
“Yeah?” she says with a breathy moan.
“Fuck yeah, princess. You’re going to feel so damn good when I sink balls-deep into you.”
“Y-you have a dirty mouth.”
“Oh, you have no fucking idea.”
Her fingertips drift down my chest and into my waistband, but I catch her wrist with my free hand and place her hand back on my shoulder.
“But what about you?”
Jesus, fuck. What about me? We purposely didn’t stock up on condoms before tonight because we knew we were asking a lot. We wanted her to take adequate time to make a decision, and having protection would practically guarantee we pressured her into deciding in our favor immediately. The three of us have been tempted to take her since the moment we laid eyes on her. “Tonight is all about you, princess. And if you get him out, I’ll have to fuck you, and I don’t have any condoms here. So just let me take care of you, okay?”
She smiles at me. The kind of smile that could bring a man to his knees. And I put that look on her fucking face. Me. I slip a second finger inside her, and she cries out my name.
I nip at her neck. “We’re gonna have an audience pretty soon if you keep doing that.”
She rakes her nails down my back and smirks. “Don’t they like to watch?”
“Yeah, but they prefer to participate. The last thing you want to do, sweetheart, is have the three of us all riled up and desperate to fuck you when we don’t have any protection.”
She presses her lips together, and her pussy walls clamp around me, milking my fingers with hungry squeezes. I bite back a laugh, thrilled that the thought of all three of us at the same time elicits that kind of reaction.
“You gonna be a good girl and come for me?”
Her arousal runs down my palm. “Oh, fuck. Yes!”
I work my fingers harder, rubbing the knuckle of my thumb over her clit as I drive faster and deeper. Her body tenses. Her eyelids flutter and her eyes roll back. “That’s my girl. Give me everything you got.”
Her hands fist in my shirt as she lets go for me, her back arching off the wall. She rides the waves of her orgasm, whimpering my name while she comes. When I’ve rubbed the last tremors from her body, I slip my fingers out of her and place them in my mouth, keeping my eyes locked on hers while I suck them clean. Her delicious cum floods my senses. Her scent. Her taste. Her silky sweetness coats my tongue. “You taste fucking incredible, princess.”