Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“How did you find that?” Mia’s pouty mouth does a poor job of hiding just how mortified she is. I feel it the moment her limbs go stiff, as if she’s readying herself to run.
“It leaped out at me. I’m surprised it doesn’t have fangs and a snapping jaw.” Henri pretends to clutch his pearls like a grandmother in church. “Monstrueux indeed.”
Mia’s expression is incredulous. “I took that out of my handbag. I’m sure I didn’t forget and leave it in there.”
The way his lips quirk is a dead giveaway.
She gasps and extracts herself from my hold. With a lunge forward, she pokes him in the ribs. “Were you snooping in my luggage? You were, weren’t you?”
“Stella was curious.” His eyes glitter.
“Sure she was.” I drawl, followed by a click of my tongue. But the sight of what he’s holding leaves my blood running hot.
Henri is entirely unremorseful. Of course he is. “You didn’t tell us you were already armed for the occasion when we talked last night.”
Our girl looks as though she’d quite like the cushions, the ground, this very mountain itself to swallow her up.
“I promise I didn’t plan on packing a mobile sex shop in my luggage…
my friends… it’s their fault.” She tries to swipe the giant dildo from his grasp, but his reach is too long and outmatches her easily.
“They thought—” She huffs and climbs on the couch.
“They thought—come back here—stop—unffhhh—thought it would be funny to gift me a whole box full of toys this year—give me thattt—because my sex life is umphffff non-existent.” As she tries to wrestle him, Henri simply wraps her up in one arm, squashing her against his side.
“You’re too sweet for words.” He tosses the toy at me to catch before tugging on a loose strand of her dark hair.
“Let me just go pack that back in my bag, and I’ll stow away my humiliation while I’m at it.” She mutters, green eyes holding mine. Yet no matter her protests or squirming, Henri encircles her inside his strong arms and bands her against his chest.
“No way, I know exactly what presents we’re exchanging at midnight.” From where he stands, with them both facing me, his mouth brushes against Mia’s ear. Those eyes I’ve stared into thousands of times meet mine, one brow lifts in a simple, silent question.
I shift my weight a little. My cock growing harder by the second.
Mia nibbles on her bottom lip while continuing to look at me, initial hesitation seeps away, followed by dawning realization flickering in her emerald gaze.
“He wants it.” Henri chuckles, with his lips caressing her soft skin. “Don’t even worry about that.”
“Are you sure?” She drops her voice almost into a whisper. “I’m not—I’ve never—like I said, don’t expect me to be any good at this.”
My dick leaps to attention, slapping my inner thigh with excitement.
I clear my throat, hardly capable of forming anything but a rough noise.
“Only if you’re comfortable.” Jesus. Fuck.
My balls start tingling just at the mere thought of her and that strap-on and how goddamn sexy she’ll look kneeling over me.
Mia escapes Henri’s grasp as he gives a quick kiss to her neck and releases the hold he had on her. “I don’t want to do something you don’t like.” She crawls over the cushions to kneel at my side.
“Trust me, I’ll like anything you do.” On instinct, I drag our perfect girl back into my lap.
Still finding it impossible to fathom how effortlessly we’ve all fallen into this thing, how easy it’s been to forge a connection.
Was it only this time last night I pulled her into this same position and handed over that glass of whiskey?
When I stared at her mouth and couldn’t think of anything except how beautiful she is and how hard it was to prevent words from tumbling out that might terrify her.
“You’re just saying that.” Mia strokes the stubble lining my jaw, gently tugging me back to our conversation.
Can she feel the evidence, hard as stone in my pants, that tells exactly just how truthful I’m being?
“I promise, I’m not.” I guide her hand down to my groin, letting her feel for herself. “As long as this is something you’re interested in exploring, I’m an extremely willing participant.” Curling my fingers around hers, I encourage her to squeeze just a little, and her breathing hitches.
“Oh…”
My throat dips. Yeah. There’s no hiding that.
Henri comes over, dips his head, and lays a gentle kiss on her shoulder. “How about I coach you, ma petite chérie?”
A shudder runs through her body.
Mia likes that idea. A lot.
It’s all I can do to disguise the groan bubbling up inside me.
“I can feel you squeezing these pretty thighs together.” Giving her a long look, I roam my palm over her hip and press my fingers into her hip.
She’s so goddamn soft, so precious, I’m not sure what I’m gonna do when she gets in that shitty car of hers to drive away from here.
I don’t want her to leave, and I also don’t want to freak her the fuck out because it’s barely been twenty-four hours, and I’ve already wanted to ask her if there were any circumstances under which she might consider staying. Preferably for good.
Henri distracts me from trying to figure out how to convince Mia to upend her life by reaching down to pinch my chin and brush a wet glide of his lips against mine.
“Better get our boy ready, hmm. I think the bedroom will be best for this.” He steals the toy from me.
Scooping Mia up, I insist on carrying her with legs wrapped around my waist. While clinging to my neck, she gasps in that sweet way she does whenever I manhandle her.
Does she have any idea just how attentive I want to be, to learn how to interpret every single response, the subtlest hitch in her breathing, and flicker of her pulse?
When we reach the bedroom, I lay her down and crawl over her on the bed. Last night’s version of this was ravenous, but tonight I want to make sure she’s certain about this.
“All the power here is yours, sugar.” I brush my lips over hers lightly before pulling back so I can seek out her eyes. “Are you sure after last night? That was a lot.”
She clings tighter to my shirt. “I loved everything about last night.”
Her enthusiasm catches her off guard. Pink dusts the apple of her cheeks straight away. It’s utterly precious.
“Did you now?” My lips twitch with a hidden smile, staring down at just how perfect she looks in our bed. Her dark hair fanned across the pillow, her sensual curves and tiny frame caged inside my arms. “What parts specifically?”
Mia swallows, and then her little pink tongue darts out to wet her lips. “The sharing. Also, the other stuff…”
She’s cute when she’s shy.
“Other stuff?” I raise an eyebrow. “Might have to be a little more specific.” I’m only teasing, but damn if I don’t want to make sure she’s still feeling the same way in the here and now as in the heat of the moment last night.
“I liked that I could feel you both there. That I could feel you both inside me… after.”
My cock jerks, weeping at the tip, agreeing wholeheartedly.
“Does it turn you on? Feeling like you’ve been filled up.” I let my palm drift over the soft swell of her lower stomach and rest there.
“It’s not about… you know…” She flutters her hands in the direction of my touch settled over her womb. “I don’t want the actually getting pregnant part.” She croaks, gives a timid glance at me, then ducks her eyes. Color floods a deeper shade on her cheeks.
“It’s not about that for us either.” My tone is stripped raw as I lean down to press my mouth to hers. “It’s about the act. The sensation.” I speak against her pillowy lips, dusting a reassuring kiss, leaving a promise she can hold tight to.
This time, when I pull back enough to take in the sight of her, Mia looks back at me, and relief is reflected in those pretty emerald depths.
Henri rejoins us, having sanitized the strap on and proceeds to toss lube onto the bed as he tuts over the sight of our bodies tangled together. “You two are horny little devils for each other. Show me how good you look when you sixty-nine.”
My blood ignites.
“You gotta let me lick you until you soak my face, baby. I need to eat your pussy.” Each word tumbles out as I start pawing at her, tugging at layers that are mighty inconvenient and only getting in the way. We’re naked in record time, clothes scattered across the floor.
Where Mia is concerned, I’m more than aware of how big I am in comparison while repositioning myself over her splayed out beneath me, lining our bodies up so that my knees are beside her head and my lips hover over her swollen pussy.
“Are you okay like this?” As much as I’m desperate to taste her, to have her arousal dripping all over me, I don’t want to risk squashing her or being too overpowering.
Mia nods, whimpers a soft plea, and shifts herself so that she’s lying between my knees, then wraps her fist around me.
She wastes no time guiding my cock past her plush lips, sinking me deep into her hot little mouth.
A shudder rolls through me immediately, briefly blanking my mind. “Jesus Christ.” I choke out.
Henri takes his time enjoying the show as he sheds his clothes.
I’m vaguely aware he relaxes in a position behind me, leaning up against the headboard.
His pained groan of desire fills the room as he watches me start to devour her pussy, while she sucks me deeper and deeper.
“Fuck. Baby, look how well she takes you. Our girl is so fucking sexy, stuffed full of your fat cock.” My dick throbs as her tongue swirls and laps, and she makes humming noises that vibrate along my length and tease my balls.
“Are you gonna be able to hold it for me? Will eating her cunt be too much to resist, and you’ll end up filling her belly with your cum? ”
Mia’s cunt clenches around my tongue, a fresh flood of arousal gushes over me in time with the sinful way her hands seek out my hips and pull me deeper still.