Page 26 of Payback

I dropped my gaze past the dark treasure trail that led from his bellybutton to the thicket of pubic hair, to the organ between his legs. His long, thick penis jutted out in a state of arousal, its head flushed and ready to be sucked.

My tongue darted out to lick my lips. Sometimes, it was hard to believe that I had three outrageously sexy boyfriends.

Edward turned around and walked into the bathroom, displaying a sculpted back that tapered down to tight glutes and long, muscular legs. The pulse between my legs quickened, and my breath came in shallow pants. When the sound of a shower reached my ears, my lips curled into a smile, and I swung out of bed to make my way to the bathroom.

Wet Edward was infinitely more delicious than dry Edward. The spray of the shower slicked his hair back, accentuating his strong jaw and defined cheekbones. Water streamed over his alabaster skin, down to that beautiful, jutting length.

Edward turned and smirked. “May I remind you of what you said the last time we showered with Blake?”

An excited breath caught in the back of my throat, then my mouth watered. I had wanted to get on my knees and swirl my tongue over that angry cock-head. Now was my chance. I strode across the bathroom, into the shower cubicle and sank to my knees. It was cramped, and warm water cascaded down on my head and shoulders, but I paid none of it any mind. Edward stepped back to give me more room, and I shuffled forward, gaze glued to that lengthening, thickening organ.

He laughed. “Emilia, I—”

Whatever he was about to say was cut off by my mouth engulfing the head of his prick.

Edward drew in a sharp breath, and warm triumph spread through my chest. It was always fun to have him fall apart at my command. As promised, I swirled my tongue around his cock-head, making sure to lick the sensitive underside. Edward hissed through his teeth, and the muscles of my core made a pleasurable ripple in response.

He tasted delicious, a heady combination of freshwater and salty precum that made me moan around my mouthful.

Edward’s hand cupped my jaw, and his hips made tiny thrusts. “Take it.” His voice strained. “Take it all.”

Relaxing my jaw, I let his gorgeous length slide down to the back of my throat. Edward drew back and forth in a steady, gentle rhythm. Each time he withdrew, I lathed my tongue against the ridge on his underside and made him gasp.

The warm arousal pooling between my legs developed into a pleasant ache that throbbed in time with Edward’s appreciative moans. I reached down between my legs, between my sodden, slick folds and ran my fingertip over my needy clit.

“Emilia,” he groaned.

His deep voice brought pleasure rippling through my core muscles, which tightened with every caress of my throbbing nub. I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft against the thrust of his hips, increasing the friction and increasing the intensity of his moans. My fingers moved over my clit in the same rhythm, and it felt like I was experiencing the same intense pleasure as Edward. We continued this steady pace until Edward broke my concentration with a loud, strangulated moan.

He was close.

And judging by the pleasure building around my clit, so was I.

I rubbed myself harder, pleasure thrashing against my core like an out-of-control river held back by a dam. Edward’s thrusts quickened, and I relaxed my throat, letting him deepen our connection. My tongue lashed at the underside of his dick, teasing out his climax.

“Emilia!”

Warm, thick pulses of fluid hit my tongue and slid to the back of my throat. The familiar taste, combined with his fevered groans, broke the dam of pressure around my core and released a flood of sensation. Breathing hard, I swallowed his essence with a satisfied moan.

After he caught his breath, Edward helped me to my feet and held me to his chest. His strong arms wrapped around my middle and kept me in place. “I should jostle you awake more often.”

“Don’t you dare.” I tilted my head and gave him a playful peck.

Edward’s chuckle reverberated against his chest, and his hands slid down to my ass. “I suppose it’s only good manners to return the favor.”

“Actually, there’s no need.”

He drew back and fixed me with his smiling, sapphire eyes. “Why not?”

“I took care of myself while I was on my knees.”

Desire flared in his eyes, and his hardness pressed against my belly. “In that case, why don’t you bend over, and I’ll slip you something I think you’ll like.”

“Not without a condom!”

He chuckled. “Maybe later, then.” Bending to pick up one of the bottles, he said, “I’ll shampoo you if you return the favor.”

“Alright.” I held out my hand.