Tension strains the muscles in his neck. He’s close, and the amazing thing is I am too. He hasn’t touched me, but I’m certain only one brush over my clit would make me detonate.
“Do it,” he urges as if he’s reading my mind.
A slave to his command, my hand creeps down the front of my shorts, fingers searching and quickly finding my soaked heat. My chest is heaving, breasts rising and falling so fast my brain is scattered from lack of sustainable oxygen. My vision tunnels, focusing somehow on both his face and his thick cock but nothing in between. My lips tingle as though he’s pressing in and out of my mouth, invading my throat with his rough, violent jabs.
“Come.”
And holy Jesus, do I ever.
The trembling that wracked my body last night doesn’t even compare to the manic energy coursing through me right now.
“Fuck,” he grunts, long and low as he fights succumbing to his own release.
Vixen wins out in the end, groaning with pleasure when he jets down her throat. Jealous, my tongue lurks out to caress my dry lips.
Urging her away, Lynch struggles to cage his still rock-hard cock behind the denim of his jeans. For a second, I wonder if he faked his orgasm, but the way Vixen is swiping at her lips when she stands tells the full story. He may have come, but he’s miles away from getting exactly what his body needs.
“Thank you,” Vixen purrs as she reaches up on her tiptoes to press her mouth to his.
“You know better,” he chastises as he moves his head away. “Go.”
Her eyelashes flutter with pride at satisfying her president as she looks at me before walking out.Chapter 11Lynch
“What’s wrong, Prez?” God, I love hearing my title on her pouty fucking lips even if it has an edge of disdain in it. “Don’t like the taste of cum?”
Still coming down from her orgasm, Candi sinks lower in the chair as I walk closer to her. The pink flesh of her chest calls to me, as does the glazed-over look in her eyes.
With lips parted, I lean closer, one hand gripping the armrest of her chair and the other reaching for the wrist that’s still hidden behind the fabric of her shorts. She jolts when I touch her as if only now realizing what she’d done.
“I like the taste of your cum,” I say before sucking two of her wet fingers into my mouth.
Her flavor bursts on my tongue, waking up taste buds I didn’t know had been dormant. My cock, achingly hard, pulses in need. Popping her fingers from my mouth, I bend closer.
When did the urgency to get my mouth on her change from desire to a full-blown emergency?
She refused me earlier, but she was so turned on by Vixen sucking me off, she exploded within seconds of touching herself.
She doesn’t seem like the type of girl who’d be down with sharing, regardless of her climbing on my face last night while Legs was riding me. So, I’d called the other woman in here as a distraction from what my sister just told me. I also wanted to deter Candi, to gross her out, and force her to keep her distance. Fuck if it didn’t fail in the sexiest, most erotic fashion ever.
“You didn’t kiss her,” she whispers when my mouth is only inches away.
“I don’t kiss the whores,” I answer honestly, drunk on everything that she’s doing for me.
I’m a breath away, a fraction of a second from knowing exactly what her mouth tastes like. Certain it’s as sweet as her decadent pussy, I brush my lips against hers.
“Prez.” Briar’s voice doesn’t deter me.
“Get out,” I command, my lips sweeping over hers with my words.
His throat clears, and the simple action is enough to make me pull away. “We need to talk.”
The second my hand leaves her chair, Candi jumps up and scurries away.
“Interrupting something?” The humor in Briar’s voice is irritating enough for me to glare at him. The unsated raging hard-on in my jeans is almost enough for me to pull out my gun and shoot him in the fucking chest.
Briar chuckles when I just glare angrily at him.
“She’s terrified,” he says looking over his shoulder and breaking the stare-down between us.
“She’s turned on,” I argue. “Why are you bothering me?”
“I thought she was off-limits?”
“Do you have a death wish?” I snap.
He schools his face, holding his hands up beside his head. If there is one person in this world who knows me best, it’s Briar. He’s also aware that he’s what I would consider my closest friend, but even that connection won’t keep me from sending him to hell if he pisses me off too many times.
“The trip to Detroit may last a little longer than expected,” he begins as I drop my tired ass into my chair at the head of the table. “One of the guys over there has been taking liberties with our product.”