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“No, what?”
“No, Sir.”
“So then, how do you expect them to be able to know when to stop if you’re uncomfortable?”
“They won’t know.” I let out a frustrated sigh. “Can’t you just tell them already and stop tormenting me?”
“Not my safe word, is it?”
“Teapot,” I snap. “It’s fucking teapot, okay? Now can we?—”
Jamie presses an open-mouthed kiss just above my hip, and I’m pretty sure my entire brain short circuits. My body shakes as he kisses his way across to my other hip. His hand slips down to cup me over my jeans.
I grind my hips against his hand, desperate for any sense of friction.
“And here I was half worried you didn’t like me all that much.” He chuckles.
I gasp as his hands make quick work of my button and zipper.
Jamie stops and meets my eyes. “Is this okay? I wasn’t sure if it was a good sound or a bad one.”
“Good sound,” I say, running my hand through his thick, silvery hair. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“You want to hold her steady for me, Phillip?”
I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. As Phillip lifts me into his lap, Jamie yanks my pants off in one fluid motion.
“Spread your legs for me. Let me see you, Princess.”
I lean back into Phillip’s hard chest and drape my legs on the outsides of his.
Jamie kisses his way up my thighs, flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin. I squirm against Phillip, overcome by a sensation that’s too much and not enough at the same time. He holds me tighter to him, and I feel his hard length press against my ass.
My back arches and I fight to keep quiet as Jamie plants a few featherlight kisses over my panties.
Phillip’s hands shift from my waist to the hem of my shirt. He tugs on it gently, wordlessly asking for permission.
“Please,” I whisper.
He slips the shirt over my head, and my bra follows quickly after.
For a brief moment, I feel self-conscious, but the sound of Wesley moaning just out of sight scatters those insecurities to the wind.
Jamie slides my panties to the side and traces his tongue from my entrance up to brush against my sensitive bud.
My head drops back.
My breath comes in bursts and my core pulses with need.
How am I so close already?
“Can’t you see what you’re doing to us?” Phillip whispers in my ear. “Jamie’s on his knees tasting your pretty pussy like it’s the best meal he’s ever had. Do you like the way his tongue flicks against your sensitive little clit? The way he’s gripping your hips like he can’t bear the thought of letting you go? Does that turn you on, Avery?”
“Yes.”
“Tug on his hair, then.”
“What?”
