Page 15 of Longing for More
Slowly, making sure to make Aspen earn it, I kissed the flesh of her legs softly, only to scrape my teeth against them after. Her skin pebbled with goosebumps as she whimpered. I continued, ever so slowly crawling up her body. As I met the flesh of her inner thighs, I couldn’t help but bite them harder than I had the rest of her, desperate to mark her flesh somehow.
Just like Ryder had marked her neck.
I may be trying to get her swollen and pregnant with my babies, but I would be damned if she didn’t go to sleep that night with some bruises from my own touch.
Her dainty fingers found their way in my short hair, though the white stiletto nails on her fingers didn’t hesitate to scratchagainst my scalp. My eyes rolled as I finally released the skin of her thigh from my mouth with a sucking pop.
God, being touched felt good. It had been a long time.
She panted. I grinned up at her, locking eyes with Ryder in the process. As she was in between his legs, I technically was, too, and there was no escaping either of their gazes. “What’s wrong, Mamas? Already tapping out on me?”
Ryder moved to play with the strap of her lingerie as she shook her head. “Oh, no. Not my girl. Tell him, baby—tell him how greedy you really are.”
She only whimpered once again as we bullied her. An evil laugh left me as she nuzzled into her boyfriend’s chest but spread her legs even wider for me, staying silent underneath our dominating gazes.
“That’s a good girl,” Ryder said. “Use your words for me though, baby. Tell him how needy you get for a tongue in your pussy.”
I hummed at this information and brought up a singular finger to rub against the bottom lace of her panties. “Oh really? You do feel very wet, Mamas. Do you need something from me?”
She nodded her head, but I only quirked my eyebrow, waiting for her to speak. I looked at Ryder with the same exact look and he picked up the hint quickly. “Oh, baby, he’s not doing anything until you’re a good girl and ask for it.”
“Please,” she begged, tipping her head back in a whine. I rewarded her for the omission by pressing against her flesh harder, finding her clit easily. She moaned desperately as my thumb moved in slow circles, teasing her, and her hips lifted on their own accord. “I want your mouth on me, Lucas. I need something.”
I grinned wickedly. “Oh, I’m sure you do. This pretty little set was hiding under that dress of yours. Were you going to comehome and put on a little show for Ryder before bed? Send him some videos?”
The blush that painted her face was bright red and Ryder and I both laughed at her more.
Greedy girl liked being called out, too.
“Let me hear it again. C’mon, Mamas. Tell me how badly you want my tongue buried in this sweet pussy. I bet you taste so fucking good.”
She didn’t hesitate. “Please! Please, I want it. I want you both. Someone, fuck,someonejust do something. This was your fucking idea, anyway. Why am I the one being bullied?”
I watched as Ryder chuckled. “Because we own this pretty little body now.”
Her eyes drifted close as Ryder began to rub her arm comfortingly, yet also began to suck on her neck, leaving even more marks against her overstimulated flesh.
Deciding to take some pity on the poor girl—this time, at least—I moved her lace panties to the side and my brain filled itself with static at the sight of her. I was unbelievably thankful that I was laying down on the bed, because the sight of her pretty pussy, wet and needy for the both of us, would have been enough to make my knees buckle.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I groaned.
Ryder laughed. “Isn’t it? I always tell her that but she just hides from me.”
Aspen blushed and her legs tried to close—indeed hiding from the influx of compliments coming her way.
She was a contradiction who loved praises more than anything, and yet hid at even the slightest compliment.
She didn’t get far, though, as one of my big palms shifted her slightly, easily maneuvering her to where I needed her. I brought her pelvis closer to me and forced one of her legs up in the air. She gasped as I slapped the back of her right thigh before forcingit still, nearly dangling above my shoulder. Her other leg lay spread.
I blew on her clit as my brown eyes locked on her hazel ones. A breath shot out of her from the action.
“Why do you call me that?” she asked, breathlessly.
I tilted my head to the side, still holding her, confused.
She continued, “‘Mamas’. Why do you call me that? You never have before.”
My smile was wicked as I met her gaze, looked at Ryder, and then looked back at her. “Well, that is what I’m about to turn you into, aren’t I?”