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Darren was quiet for a moment. “Is someone else there with you?”

Crap. Crap. Crap. “I—”

Pike cupped her between her legs and drew his fingers along her clit through the soft cotton of her sleep shorts and panties. She gasped.

“No, I can tell by your voice. You sound … different.” Sheets rustled on the other end. “Fuck, you have your boyfriend there with you or something, don’t you?”

“No, it’s—”

“That. Is. So. Hot,” Darren said, a new interest in his voice. “What’s he doing to you?”

She clamped her hand over the speaker. “He knows you’re here.”

Pike stilled. “Shit. Did I get you in trouble?”

“He thinks it’s hot.”

Pike considered that for a moment then a game-on smile slowly curved his lips. He kissed the shell of her ear. “Mmm, excellent. Then let’s give him a show, shall we?”

“Pike,” she whispered. But Darren was requesting her attention. She cleared her throat. “Yes, Darren. Sorry, my … boyfriend showed up unexpectedly. I can tell him to leave.”

Pike moved to stand in front of her, lifting a pierced brow at the boyfriend word. But there was pure wickedness in his eyes. He leaned back against the wall, looking damn edible with his messy hair and black T-shirt, and slowly let himself slide down to the floor.

“It’s okay. Let him stay,” Darren said, excitement in his voice. “It will be like a threesome. This will be so much hotter ’cause I know it’s real. Just tell me what he’s doing to you.”

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “He just slid down to the floor in front of me.”

She couldn’t believe the truth had fallen out of her mouth. Was it fucked up that this was turning her on? It wasn’t Darren. He was as generic as any of her other callers, but having anyone on the phone at all listening to her fool around with Pike had this element to it that was making her blood heat. Plus, the fact that Pike was so wholly unthreatened by her night job, that he had no problem making a move on her while she was working, did something to her. The only other guy who’d found out about her second job had left her mid-date in a restaurant, not even bothering to pay the bill. And she assumed most guys would react similarly. But not Pike. He just saw it as another adventure to be had.

Pike’s fingers hooked the waistband of her boxers and panties and tugged down. “Tell him I’m about to lick your cunt until you’re coming so hard, you won’t be able to stay standing.”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Darren said in her ear, voicing her own thoughts.

“He heard you,” she said to Pike, her voice going raspy as Pike stroked over her slick flesh.

“Come closer.” Pike dragged her forward to where he leaned against the wall. “You don’t come until I say so. And he doesn’t get to come until then either.”

She shuddered at the command and wet her lips. “He said you can’t come until I do.”

Darren made a choked sound of assent, and she could hear his fist pumping in the background. Slippery, rude sounds filling her ear right as Pike grabbed her ass and dragged his tongue along her cleft.

Her entire body seemed to weaken in an instant. She braced both her hands on the wall and groaned.

“He gives orders. Does he dominate you?” Darren asked, breathless.

She swallowed hard. “Yes. He’s a dom.”

Pike looked up at that, something possessive flashing in his eyes.

“And you do what he says?”

“Yes,” she said, the word getting caught in her throat.

“Shit, that’s hot. What’s he doing to you?” Darren asked, a desperate edge in his voice.

Oakley tried to steady herself and she looked down at Pike, taking in the erotic show he was giving her. His gaze held hers as he circled his tongue around her clit, evilly slow, and then he nipped at her tender flesh with his teeth. The bite of pain sent her to a different place. Her mind blurred for a second. And though someone was listening on the phone, in that moment, it was just them—her and Pike channeling this crazy energy that seemed to flare anytime they were near each other. So when she spoke, it was for Pike and no one else. “He’s making me feel so good. His tongue is hot against me and every time he licks, my pussy clenches and my clit throbs. And he’s not afraid to bite. The man knows what to do with his mouth.”

Pike held her gaze and slid two fingers inside her. Her body clamped down around the invasion and his callused fingertips brushed tender, needy places, bringing her right to the edge already. She bit her lip hard, trying to reel herself in.


Tags: Roni Loren Loving on the Edge Erotic