5. Conrad
5
CONRAD
I leaned back, a slow grin spreading across my face as Moon settled back onto the couch after her round. Damn, she played it like a pro—bold, but not too much. That teasing kiss on Hendrix’s neck? Just enough to make me wonder how much further this game could go.
“Moon made that easy,” I said, swirling the whiskey in my glass as I locked eyes with Hendrix. “But let’s see if you can keep up, man.”
Hendrix ran a hand through his hair like he wasn’t fazed, but I caught the slight twitch of his jaw. He hated losing, even in stupid games like this. Especially when I was involved. That competitive streak of his? One of my favorite things to needle.
“Alright,” Hendrix said, reaching for the bowls. “Let me get this done.”
His fingers dipped into the first bowl, then the second, the cards crinkling as he unfolded them.
“Hendrix…kiss…Conrad’s…inner thigh…longingly. Well, fuck me,” he said with a laughing groan and a shake of his head.
Moon burst out laughing, her eyes sparkling with delight. “I’d pay to see this.”
“Hendrix, you gonna chicken out, or are you actually going to play the game you’re so keen on winning?”
He leaned forward, meeting my challenge with pointed heat. “Don’t tempt me, Conrad.”
There was a beat of silence, the kind that thrummed with electricity, before Hendrix set his glass down and moved toward me. His gaze didn’t waver as he knelt between my knees. The weight of his hands rested on my thighs, and I had to bite back a laugh.
“This better count,” he muttered, his voice low enough that it sent a shiver through me.
“Don’t half-ass it, man,” I shot back, my grin widening. “You’ve got an audience.”
Moon leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, and Hendrix shot her a glare that only made her laugh harder. “Fine,” he growled, sliding his palms higher up my thighs. My breath caught when he leaned in, his lips brushing against the skin on my thigh right where the hem of my shorts stopped. The heat of his breath, the featherlight drag of his lips—it was enough to make my pulse quicken.
His mouth moved up a fraction, pressing his lips to my skin and lingering for just a moment, and then he pulled back. “Satisfied?” he asked, his tone clipped, but there was something darker under it.
“For now,” I said, my voice steady despite the way my body hummed. I reached for the bowls, eager to see what would come next.
“Your turn, Conrad,” Moon said, her grin wicked. “Better make it good.”
I grabbed the cards and unfolded them one by one, my stomach tightening as the pieces came together. Since they had each pulled their own names to start, I knew I was going to be doing this one.
“Conrad…lick…Moon’s…fingers…slowly.”
Moon’s lips curved into a smirk as she held up her hand, her fingers wiggling, the chunky silver rings adorning them catching the light like tiny challenges. Her dark, glossy nails glinted under the glow, sharp and polished. “Think you can handle this, Conrad?” she teased.
“Oh, I think I’ll manage,” my words wrapped in a sly drawl as I leaned toward her. “Can you?”
I took her hand in mine, my thumb brushing over the smooth metal of her rings before sliding across her knuckles. Slowly, I brought her index finger to my lips. The air between us thickened as my tongue traced the length of her finger, slow and sultry, tasting the faint tang of the silver while the cool edge of her nail grazed my tongue. I looked her dead in the eyes as I dipped my tongue into the pocket between two of her fingers, the warm, delicate space making her breath hitch. I let my tongue glide there, slow and sensual, before trailing back to the tip of her index finger.
She let out a soft exhale, her lips parting slightly, and it sent a jolt of satisfaction through me.
I released her finger with a flick of my tongue and leaned back, smirking. “Not bad, right?”
The game had started with light banter, playful dares to loosen us up, but by now, each round had turned the room electric. Every card draw shifted the dynamic, unraveling inhibitions one action at a time.
“Hendrix, you pick,” I said, sliding cards toward him. Moon leaned forward, her eyes dancing with mischief, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. I didn’t miss the way her gaze lingered on Hendrix’s hands as he drew the cards—strong, broad, the veins on the back of his hand standing out as he fanned them in front of him.
Hendrix read aloud, his deep voice sending a ripple through me. “Moon…bite…Conrad’s…ear…mischievously.”
She rose from her seat, closing the distance between us with deliberate grace. Her scent hit me first—something floral, warm, and uniquely her. She stood over me, her fingers grazing my shoulder before leaning in and settling on my lap. Her breath ghosted over my neck, and I felt my pulse quicken as her lips brushed my skin, the lightest pressure sending shivers down my spine. She licked my earlobe and then kissed it.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I challenged, my voice low, rougher than I intended. My body betrayed me as I felt the heat rush south, my cock twitching in my boxers.
Moon pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, a sly smile playing on her lips. Then she went in for it, biting my lobe before sucking it between her lips. Hendrix chuckled from across the room, his gaze fixed on the interaction, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.
The air was heavy now, thick with something I could only describe as primal anticipation. Hendrix straightened, his lips still slightly parted as he looked at Moon. She caught his gaze, her teeth grazing her lower lip as she adjusted her top, her thighs trembling just enough for me to notice. My chest tightened at the sight, a mix of arousal and possessiveness curling in my stomach.
“Moon, your draw,” I prompted, my voice rougher than before.
She hesitated, her hand hovering over the bowls as if she already knew the cards would push boundaries further. Finally, she plucked five in quick succession, her eyes scanning the combinations before she read them aloud. Her lips curved into a cheeky smile as she read them aloud.
“Conrad…nibble on…Hendrix’s…throat…passionately.”
I froze for half a second, the weight of the words settling in the pit of my stomach. Hendrix looked at me, his jaw tight, but there was no mockery in his expression this time. Just curiosity—and maybe something more.
“Don’t wimp out,” Moon challenged, her voice lighthearted but her gaze serious. She leaned back, watching us like a cat with a cornered mouse.
“Never,” I muttered, standing and brushing my hands against my thighs, as though it would calm the sudden rush of heat through my body. Hendrix didn’t move as I stepped closer, but I caught the slight hitch in his breath when I reached out, my fingers brushing the edge of his open neckline.
“You good?” I asked softly, not wanting to push him further than he was willing to go.
Hendrix nodded once, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Do your worst.”
I curled my fingers around the back of his neck, leaning in, my breath mingling with his as I angled his head to the side. My lips brushed his throat, and he shivered beneath the touch. Taking my time, I kissed along the curve of his neck, letting my tongue flick against his skin before I bit down gently. He let out a low, involuntary groan, his hands gripping the edge of the couch.
“Fuck, Conrad,” he muttered, his voice strained. The sound sent a jolt straight through me, my cock hardening further against the press of my zipper.
When I pulled back, Moon’s gaze was locked on us, her chest rising and falling faster now. “Damn,” Moon whispered from her seat, her legs crossing and uncrossing, a flush spreading across her cheeks.
“Your turn, Hendrix,” I said, pulling back, though my body screamed against the loss of contact.
Hendrix sat forward, his movements slower, more deliberate now. He drew his cards and read them with a smirk that promised trouble. “Moon…suck…Conrad’s…lower lip…seductively.”
My mouth went dry at the thought, my tongue darting out unconsciously to wet my lips. Moon stood, her movements unhurried as she came to stand between my knees. Her hands rested lightly on my shoulders, and she leaned down, her breath warm against my face.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” her voice hummed, honeyed and low. Her tongue darted out, flicking over my bottom lip in a way that was both fleeting and devastatingly sensual. She took her time, her eyes locked on mine as she licked again, before nipping me and sucking it between her lips lingering just enough for me to feel the pressure before she pulled back.
My hips jerked involuntarily, the friction against my shorts unbearable. Moon noticed—of course she did—and her lips quirked in satisfaction. “You taste good,” she murmured, stepping back with an air of nonchalance that only made me want her more.
The next round brought us even closer to breaking the game’s pretense entirely. Hendrix’s turn delivered another blow to the group’s already wavering boundaries. The tension was unbearable now, and the cards almost seemed redundant as the three of us exchanged glances that said far more than words ever could.
It was my turn again, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to push things further. The cards almost felt redundant now, but I drew them anyway, reading the combination aloud with a smirk.
“Hendrix…massage…Conrad’s…chest…skillfully.”
Hendrix didn’t flinch, his stormy blue eyes flicking toward Moon with a knowing glint before settling back on me. He stood, his movements languid as he unhurriedly crossed the space between us. His hand hovered over my chest for a moment, his hesitation subtle but there.
“Don’t be shy,” I teased, though my voice was steadier than the heat unfurling in my gut.
“When have you known me to be shy?” Hendrix scoffed, his mouth curving into a crooked grin. “Don’t worry; I’ll be thorough.”
He placed his broad hand flat against my chest, his warm palm pressing against the worn fabric of my long-sleeve tee. His touch was firm, his fingers spreading to knead my pecs with slow, deliberate pressure. His thumb brushed over my nipple, and I inhaled sharply, my cock stirring against the tight confines of my khaki shorts. Hendrix’s grin widened, a glint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
“Thorough, huh?” I managed, though my voice came out rougher than I intended.
Hendrix didn’t respond, his focus turning wholly to the movement of his hands. His other palm joined in, pressing into my muscles, his thumbs rolling in rhythmic circles that had my chest tightening with every pass. He worked with purpose, his rough fingers grazing the peak of my nipples again, sending a jolt of sensation rippling through me. He took the hem of my shirt in his hands and pulled it up over my head, leaving my chest bare.
“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice low, almost to himself. His fingers brushed the edge of the tattoo on my left pec—a design of a camera with Charleston’s coastal seascape inked into the wide lens. He traced it lightly, the calloused pads of his fingers brushing over the ink as if committing the lines to memory. “I love this,” he said, almost absently, his tone rich with approval.
I bit back a groan as his thumbs pressed just beneath my pecs, working the taut muscles there with maddening precision. My chest rose under his touch, my breathing heavier now, each stroke of his hands pulling a fresh wave of heat through me.
Moon’s voice broke through, warm and laced with playful mischief, as she sauntered closer. “I can’t decide what’s hotter,” she mused, her lips curving into a slow smile. “Watching you squirm under his hands…or imagining how good he must be with them elsewhere.”
She didn’t wait for an invitation. Sliding in beside Hendrix, her nails grazed my chest, their sharp, glossy edges a contrast to the rough warmth of his hands. Her touch traveled downward, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing the peak of my nipple before her tongue flicked over it, sending my head tilting back with a soft groan.
“Fuck,” I exhaled, my voice cracking. “That just shot straight to my dick.” My fists clenched at my sides as Moon hummed her approval.
She pulled back, her lips curling into a wicked smile as her hand skimmed lower, trailing over the hard ridges of my abs before cupping the bulge straining against my shorts.
“Well, hello there,” she taunted, giving me a light squeeze that sent a sharp wave of heat through me.
Hendrix chuckled, his voice rough and low, his gaze shifting between us.
“Don’t laugh too hard,” Moon said, shifting her attention to him with a playful smirk. Her hand left me to press against the front of his jeans, her fingers brushing over the unmistakable ridge of his arousal. “You’re just as bad.”
His grin widened, his eyes darkening as he leaned into her touch. “Not denying it,” he murmured, his voice dipping softly.
Moon laughed, her hand lingering on him. “I don’t know who’s enjoying this more—you or Conrad.”
“Pretty sure we all are,” Hendrix replied, his hands still resting on my chest, the warmth of his touch steady as Moon glanced between us.
Her lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile. “Maybe it’s time we stop holding back.”
Moon stripped off her crocheted top slowly, and then her jeans, letting them pool around her feet. My gaze roamed over her as she stood before us in nothing but a pale lace bra and sheer panties, the delicate fabric doing little to hide the curves beneath.
“Christ, Moon,” I murmured, my voice rough. “You look like you were sculpted out of something sinful.”
“You’re one to talk. But thank you,” she said, with a cheeky shake of her ass. “Dancing for theatre keeps me in shape.”
Her body was a mix of softness and strength. Her tanned, toned skin glowed in the low light, highlighting the elegant slope of her collarbones and the faint swell of her breasts. My cock twitched at the sight of her, my pulse thudding as I took in every detail.
Hendrix’s gaze swept over her too, his voice dropping as he added, “So, she sings, she dances—and she’s standing there looking like every dirty thought I’ve ever had.”
She gave us a heated smile, her dark nails tracing the edge of her bra strap before letting her hands fall to her sides. “Your turn,” she said with a suggestive glint.
Hendrix moved first, his confidence as natural as breathing. He tugged off his shirt with one smooth motion, revealing the tattoos that snaked down his back and chest, the ink shifting with the play of his muscles on his tan skin. He slipped out of his jeans and boxers, standing completely naked in the dim light.
I couldn’t help but stare. His cock, long and elegant with a slight downward curve, rested against his thigh, its prominent veins visible. The dark ink that dipped below a hipbone framed his V-lines perfectly, drawing the eye downward to where his neatly trimmed hair blended into the sharp lines of his body. His eyes met mine, a flicker of amusement and understanding passing between us.
“Enjoying the view?” he teased, his voice low and gravelly.
Moon stepped closer to him, her fingers tracing the lyrics etched just above his patch of hair. “This is beautiful,” she murmured, her touch lingering as she followed the swirls of waves and palm fronds. Her hand brushed lower, her breath catching slightly as she explored him with a featherlight tease.
“And you,” she said, her eyes sparkling as she crossed the space between us. I followed her lead, slipping out of my clothes until I stood naked before her. Her gaze roamed over me, her lips parting slightly as she looked down at my dick, already mostly hard and hanging heavy.
“A photographer?” she guessed, her voice curious as her fingers traced the ink on my shoulder.
I nodded, my throat tight as her hand moved lower, trailing over the ridges of my chest and down to my dick. When her eyes dropped and caught sight of my piercing, she froze, her eyebrows lifting in clear surprise.
“Wow,” she murmured, her fingers trailing along my length, her touch exploratory but confident as she teased the silver barbell that pierced my crown. “That’s…unexpected.”
Hendrix let out a sharp laugh, his dark eyes widening as he leaned closer. “Fuck, Conrad, I knew you were a little wild, but I didn’t know you’d put a needle through your dick.”
I smirked, feeling the heat rise in my chest. “Guess I don’t tell you everything.”
“No shit, bro. Way to hold out on that secret.” Hendrix shook his head, though there was no mistaking the flicker of admiration in his expression.
Moon’s lips curved into a wicked smile as her hands moved between the two of us, her gaze flicking back and forth. “Sit,” she said, her voice suggestive but firm.
We obeyed, settling side by side on the edge of the couch as she knelt between us, her hands and eyes roaming over our bodies with unabashed curiosity. Her fingers wrapped around each of us, her grip firm and exploratory as she stroked us both in unison.
Moon’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, her gaze flicking between Hendrix and me as her hands continued to stroke us at a lazy pace. Then she tilted her head, her voice playful but edged with command as her eyes glittered with mischief. “I’m curious. I want to compare you.”
The air thickened as her words sank in. Hendrix shifted slightly, his eyes flicking to me, a trace of hesitation mingling with his arousal. “Compare us?” he echoed, his voice rough but tinged with intrigue.
Moon’s grin widened as her hands tightened their grip, her thumbs teasing over the sensitive heads of our cocks. “Don’t tell me you’re scared,” she ribbed, her gaze darting between us. “I just want to see…up close. Stand up and face each other.”
I caught Hendrix’s eye, the tension between us palpable. A moment of hesitation hung in the air, unspoken questions passing silently: Are you good with this? The exaggerated wideness of his eyes—half an eye roll, half a silent here we go —gave me my answer as we both did as Moon asked.
“Fuck it,” Hendrix muttered, stepping closer until we brushed one another. His cock jutted out, long and rigid, the prominent vein along its underside pulsing in the dim light. He glanced at me, his expression caught between amusement and challenge. “If he’s game, I’m game.”
My pulse hammered in my ears as I moved to close the gap between us, our dicks aligned as we faced each other with Moon on her knees in between.
Moon’s excitement was palpable as she leaned back slightly, her hands sliding down our shafts as she examined us. Her lips parted, her breath hitching slightly as her gaze darted between us.
“Hendrix,” she began, her tone almost reverent as her fingers traced his length, “fuck, you’re long. Really long.” She tilted her head, her thumb brushing down his shaft. “And this vein is sexy.”
Her attention shifted to me, her fingers widening to wrap around my cock, her thumb grazing over the piercing at the tip. Her breath caught as she explored me. “And Conrad…so fucking thick.” Her tone dropped lower, her mouth parting as her hand cupped my weight. Her gaze flicked between the two of us, a spark of mischief in her eyes. “And this piercing. Goddamn. You two could be dick models. Is that even a thing?” she laughed.
Hendrix chuckled, though his breathing was rough. “Guess we’re a good pair,” he murmured, his voice tinged with arousal as he glanced down at both of us, hard in her hands.
Moon knelt between us, her hands gripping the bases of our cocks firmly, her fingers splayed against our heated skin. “Come closer to each other,” she murmured, her voice a sultry command that sent a jolt straight to my gut. She tugged us forward, and our hips nearly brushed as the slick, swollen tips of our cocks hovered just inches apart.
“Now,” she said, her tone dripping with sultry control, “let’s see how you boys handle this.”
She guided us with her hands, pressing our tips together until they bumped, the first contact drawing a sharp hiss from Hendrix.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough as his chest rose and fell. “That’s…so fucking weird. Hot, but weird.”
“It’s more than weird,” I bit out, my voice strained as the cool glint of my piercing slid against his slick, flushed head.
Moon’s grin widened as she angled us closer, her fingers squeezing as she moved our cocks against each other. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice like honey. “Rub against each other. Tell me how it feels.”
Hendrix groaned, his voice breaking into a low growl. “The way his piercing presses against me—it’s like it’s fucking taunting me.”
Moon wet her lips, obviously aroused as she guided this sexy experiment. “And what about you, Conrad? How does it feel to rub your cock against his?”
“Like I’m gonna fucking lose it,” I admitted, my grip tightening on the couch for support. “He’s so smooth, and every time we slide together, it’s like my brain just shuts off.”
“Good boys,” she purred, her tone dripping with amusement. Her hands slid higher, holding us tighter together as she worked us in tandem, gripping us to push our heads flush against each other. We both had a bead of pre-cum on our tips, making the glide even slicker, and Moon’s delighted hum only added to the unbearable tension coiling in my gut.
“Look at you,” she said, her voice thick with approval. “Leaking all over each other..”
“Moon,” Hendrix rasped, his hips jerking forward slightly, making our tips grind together harder. “Fuck—just…lick us. Please.”
“Yeah,” I groaned, my voice barely steady as her hands shifted, angling us so that her lips were just inches away. “God, Moon, please. I need your tongue.”
Her laugh was low and wicked as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to glide over the sensitive undersides of our cocks where they met. The wet, firm pressure made my hips jerk, and Hendrix let out a sharp hiss, his hand gripping the back of the couch for balance.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, his stormy eyes dark with lust. “That’s gonna kill me.”
“Is it?” Moon murmured, her tongue dragging slowly upward, her lips brushing the swollen heads of our cocks before pressing them tighter together. “Because you both seem like you’re enjoying this.”
“Too fucking much,” Hendrix admitted, his voice cracking slightly as Moon’s tongue pressed between us, teasing the slits at our tips. “I’m—shit, I’m gonna lose it.”
“Not yet,” she whispered, her voice a taunt as she squeezed us together, her tongue sliding between us with maddening precision. “I want more. Keep rubbing. Keep leaking for me.”
I couldn’t hold back the growl that rumbled in my chest as Hendrix’s slick head slid against my piercing, the friction combined with her tongue nearly making me collapse. “Moon,” I groaned, my voice desperate. “I’m so fucking close.”
“Good,” she said, her tone wicked as she pushed us tighter. Moon’s tongue pressed firmly between our tips, flicking against the sensitive slits as her hands squeezed the bases of our cocks, holding us tightly together. The slick glide of Hendrix’s smooth head against my pierced tip made both of us groan, our hips moving instinctively, thrusting forward into her touch.
“Fuck,” Hendrix rasped, his words splintered as his body tensed. “I can’t—Moon, I’m gonna?—”
“Do it,” she urged, her voice low and commanding as her tongue swirled deliberately over his tip. “Give it all to me.”
Hendrix’s groan was guttural as his hips snapped forward, his cock jerking hard against mine. The first thick spurt of his release shot out, hot and forceful, shooting onto my cock before pooling on Moon’s waiting tongue. More streams followed, coating her lips and dripping from the corners of her mouth. “Jesus Christ,” Hendrix choked, his thighs trembling as some of his cum slid down her chin, dripping onto her breasts.
The sight of it—her lips coated in Hendrix’s cum, the creamy mixture spilling onto her tits—made my cock throb painfully. Without thinking, I pressed forward, rubbing the sensitive tip of my cock into the slick pool of Hendrix’s cum that still lingered on her tongue. The warm, sticky heat of it coated me instantly, the texture and the obscene sight pushing me to the brink.
“Moon,” I gasped, my voice strangled as my hips jerked forward. “Shit?—”
“Do it,” Moon whispered, her lips brushing against my tip as her tongue flicked over the piercing, spreading the mix of cum along my length. “Come for me, Conrad. Let me feel it.”
That was all it took. A guttural groan tore from my throat as my balls tightened, the first thick spurt of cum mixing with Hendrix’s and spilling onto her tongue. My cock pulsed violently, as I rode it out. Moon moaned as swallowed, her hands still gripping us tightly as I came down from the release.
She pulled back slightly, her tongue darting out to catch the remnants clinging to her lips before she grinned up at us, her chest still rising and falling. “Double the pleasure, double the fun—isn’t that the saying?” she laughed, her voice light and heady.
I slumped against the couch, my body still trembling, and Hendrix let out a weak laugh, dragging a hand through his damp curls as he shook his head. “Goddamn, Moon. That was…orgasmic. Literally.”
Moon grinned as she leaned back with a stare. “Well you’re both not done yet,” she said, her tone dripping with promise. “Because I’m not nearly satisfied.”
Moon sat in the side chair, sprawled seductively, her gaze flicking between Hendrix and me. I dropped down to the floor and leaned forward, gripping her thighs firmly, my voice low and rough. “Come here,” I said, the command clear in my tone. “I want you on my face.”
Her eyes widened slightly, a spark of excitement flashing in them as a wicked grin spread across her lips. She sat up slowly, her body moving with a fluid grace that sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. “You think you can give as good as you got?,” her voice playful but dripping with intent.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I murmured, my voice still raw as I dropped down on my back beside Hendrix. “We’re about to ruin you.”
Moon didn’t hesitate. She climbed up and swung a leg over me, straddling my chest before shifting up, her knees pressing on either side of my head. The heat of her pussy was intoxicating as she lowered herself onto me, her hands bracing against my chest as she sank down.
I groaned as her pussy pressed against my lips, her arousal slick and warm as I licked a broad stripe along her folds. “Mm,” I murmured against her, my tongue diving between her lips to taste her deeper. “You taste so fucking sweet.”
Moon moaned softly, her hips rocking against my face as I thrust my tongue inside her, curling it to explore every inch of her. She tilted her head back, her hands gripping the couch tighter as her body moved in time with my strokes.
From the corner of my eye, I caught Hendrix watching us, his storm blue eyes dark with hunger. He licked his lips, and then he smirked, leaning down to rest his forearms on the couch beside me. “You’re not hogging her all to yourself, St. Clair,” he said, his tone rich with unspoken challenge.
“Get in here, then,” I growled, my voice muffled against Moon’s pussy as my hands gripped her thighs tighter, holding her in place as my tongue thrust deeper.
Hendrix shifted, positioning himself sideways as he leaned into my chest. His hands slid up Moon’s legs, his thumbs brushing over the soft skin of her inner thighs as he angled his head closer to her clit. “Don’t mind if I do.”
Moon gasped sharply as Hendrix’s tongue flicked over her clit, the quick, deliberate strokes sending a shudder through her body. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, her hips jerking forward as my tongue pressed deeper inside her and Hendrix’s tongue circled her clit in perfect sync.
“Shit,” she gasped, her voice trembling as her hands gripped the couch tighter. “You’re…you’re both—oh my God.”
I groaned against her, the vibration making her hips buck as Hendrix worked her clit with maddening precision. “She’s so fucking responsive,” Hendrix muttered, his voice rough as he glanced at me briefly. “You feel how she’s trembling?”
I nodded, my tongue thrusting deeper, savoring the way her body clenched with every flick and press. Moon’s fingers tangled in Hendrix’s hair, her breath catching in sharp, broken gasps. Her hips bucked again, pressing harder against me.
Moon’s breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving as her hips rocked between us. Hendrix sucked her clit gently, his tongue flicking over the swollen bundle of nerves in quick, precise strokes, while my tongue explored the soft, slick heat of her pussy, curling to press against the spots that made her cry out.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” she gasped as her thighs trembled against us. “Don’t stop, please—don’t fucking stop?—”
Hendrix pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against her clit as he murmured, “We’ve got you, Moon. Just let go.”
Her body tensed, her head falling back as her orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, her hips jerking against our mouths as her thighs clenched around my head. I didn’t stop, my tongue continuing to thrust inside her, coaxing out every wave of pleasure as Hendrix worked her clit, his lips pulling it into his mouth as his tongue flicked relentlessly.
Her cries filled the room, her body trembling violently as her orgasm peaked, the slick heat of her release tart against my tongue. I groaned deeply, savoring her taste as Hendrix licked her clit one last time before leaning back, his stormy eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Moon collapsed forward, her chest heaving as she braced herself against the couch, her body still trembling with aftershocks. “Holy fuck,” she breathed out, her voice shaky as she tried to catch her breath. “That was like being shattered and remade in the same breath.”
Hendrix grinned, his lips glistening as he sat back, his hand brushing over her trembling thigh. “Told you we’d ruin you.”