pinked, rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to see them.”
“They’re cute as hell.” He tugged them off as well, dangling them on his finger.
The blush got deeper again, and that charmed him, bone deep. Elijah had no shame, though. He hooted, the silly man.
“You’re next, ’Lijah.” He reached between Shiloh’s legs, grabbed Elijah’s balls.
“Fuck.” Elijah rocked into his hand. “Damn.”
Oh, yeah. That was hot. Elijah was hard as a rock again, pushing against his wrist with that stiff cock.
“Please. Boys.”
“Anything, Shiloh.” Liam would give her anything he could right now, whatever she asked for.
He took a swipe at her, tongue teasing her slit. Oh, sweet, tart. Oranges. He wanted them both, wanting to fuck and suck until morning. He wanted to push into her and make the bed sing.
Elijah wrapped one dark hand around her milky thigh, spread her open for his tongue.
Liam hummed, licking some more, pushing his tongue in as far as he could.
He could drown in her, lick and lap and nuzzle until she was all he knew. She tasted of vanilla, of heaven, her secret, hidden parts so addictive. He traced her folds, the tip of his tongue slipping against her.
He felt Elijah move, felt one hand land on his head, stroking his hair. The touch made his eyes cross, and he moaned against her sweet, slick cunt. The heat that rose off her skin made him want to pet her all over.
“Fuck, look at him, baby girl, hungry and on his knees.” Elijah’s voice was sage and smoke, rough and dark and perfect.
Liam hummed softly, used his thumbs to spread her wider, so the tip of his tongue could tease her clit. He didn’t mind being on his knees at all, not if it got him this. She was slick enough that his tongue dragged against her, gathering moisture, making him moan again.
Elijah groaned, the sound echoing, and Liam looked up, loving the sight of dark hands on pale breasts. Liam tried to breathe, the scents and sights of them so amazing.
The wind began to blow again, rattling the windowsills.
They all glanced up, and Elijah cursed. “We’re gonna blow the town down.”
“Only if we’re lucky. Please, don’t stop.” Shiloh huffed out a breath, fingers tangling in Liam’s hair.
“No, honey. No way.” He was dizzy with how good she tasted, how amazing they both felt.
Elijah kept talking to her, whispering low, desperate, filthy words. The man’s voice was really dark molasses, a little sweet, a lot rough, flowing against them. She was pure honey, sweet and liquid gold.
Liam chuckled. Maybe that made him chili sauce, with his red hair and freckles.
He flicked at her clit, dragging circles around the edges, teasing.
“Please. Harder. I need you to touch me.” She rocked for them, restless motions, making desperate noises.
He pushed two fingers inside her, giving her the pressure she needed. She squeezed her thighs around his wrist, humping back and forth. He forced his tongue in, still playing her clit, making her fly.
Elijah pressed closer, skin on fire against his side, and he heard the wet sounds of kissing, of their mouths meeting.
He wanted that, next, the pressure of Elijah against him. Hell, he wanted anything they would give him. Everything they could give him.
Shiloh cried out for them, shaking her way through her orgasm, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
He stroked her through her climax, then sat back on his heels, licking his lips.
Elijah sank down next to him, hand on his neck, pulling him over to devour his mouth. He climbed into Elijah’s lap, hips rolling, cock leaking against the man’s flat belly.
“Fuck. Yeah. Shiloh, help me touch him.” Elijah slid both hands under his ass, tugging them together.
She ran one hand down his back. “Bed. Bed, boys, so I can see.”
“Huh?” Liam had forgotten they were in a room with a bed.
“The bed. I want to watch.”
“Oh, God.” Elijah lurched up, dragging Liam with him.
They crashed into the mattress,
“They’re cute as hell.” He tugged them off as well, dangling them on his finger.
The blush got deeper again, and that charmed him, bone deep. Elijah had no shame, though. He hooted, the silly man.
“You’re next, ’Lijah.” He reached between Shiloh’s legs, grabbed Elijah’s balls.
“Fuck.” Elijah rocked into his hand. “Damn.”
Oh, yeah. That was hot. Elijah was hard as a rock again, pushing against his wrist with that stiff cock.
“Please. Boys.”
“Anything, Shiloh.” Liam would give her anything he could right now, whatever she asked for.
He took a swipe at her, tongue teasing her slit. Oh, sweet, tart. Oranges. He wanted them both, wanting to fuck and suck until morning. He wanted to push into her and make the bed sing.
Elijah wrapped one dark hand around her milky thigh, spread her open for his tongue.
Liam hummed, licking some more, pushing his tongue in as far as he could.
He could drown in her, lick and lap and nuzzle until she was all he knew. She tasted of vanilla, of heaven, her secret, hidden parts so addictive. He traced her folds, the tip of his tongue slipping against her.
He felt Elijah move, felt one hand land on his head, stroking his hair. The touch made his eyes cross, and he moaned against her sweet, slick cunt. The heat that rose off her skin made him want to pet her all over.
“Fuck, look at him, baby girl, hungry and on his knees.” Elijah’s voice was sage and smoke, rough and dark and perfect.
Liam hummed softly, used his thumbs to spread her wider, so the tip of his tongue could tease her clit. He didn’t mind being on his knees at all, not if it got him this. She was slick enough that his tongue dragged against her, gathering moisture, making him moan again.
Elijah groaned, the sound echoing, and Liam looked up, loving the sight of dark hands on pale breasts. Liam tried to breathe, the scents and sights of them so amazing.
The wind began to blow again, rattling the windowsills.
They all glanced up, and Elijah cursed. “We’re gonna blow the town down.”
“Only if we’re lucky. Please, don’t stop.” Shiloh huffed out a breath, fingers tangling in Liam’s hair.
“No, honey. No way.” He was dizzy with how good she tasted, how amazing they both felt.
Elijah kept talking to her, whispering low, desperate, filthy words. The man’s voice was really dark molasses, a little sweet, a lot rough, flowing against them. She was pure honey, sweet and liquid gold.
Liam chuckled. Maybe that made him chili sauce, with his red hair and freckles.
He flicked at her clit, dragging circles around the edges, teasing.
“Please. Harder. I need you to touch me.” She rocked for them, restless motions, making desperate noises.
He pushed two fingers inside her, giving her the pressure she needed. She squeezed her thighs around his wrist, humping back and forth. He forced his tongue in, still playing her clit, making her fly.
Elijah pressed closer, skin on fire against his side, and he heard the wet sounds of kissing, of their mouths meeting.
He wanted that, next, the pressure of Elijah against him. Hell, he wanted anything they would give him. Everything they could give him.
Shiloh cried out for them, shaking her way through her orgasm, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
He stroked her through her climax, then sat back on his heels, licking his lips.
Elijah sank down next to him, hand on his neck, pulling him over to devour his mouth. He climbed into Elijah’s lap, hips rolling, cock leaking against the man’s flat belly.
“Fuck. Yeah. Shiloh, help me touch him.” Elijah slid both hands under his ass, tugging them together.
She ran one hand down his back. “Bed. Bed, boys, so I can see.”
“Huh?” Liam had forgotten they were in a room with a bed.
“The bed. I want to watch.”
“Oh, God.” Elijah lurched up, dragging Liam with him.
They crashed into the mattress,
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