“For you,” I whisper back.
“You’re killing me, Green.”
“And you’re owning me, Xan.”
“Only me?”
“Only you,” I breathe out.
His finger picks up speed and he adds another, filling me and triggering that hazy phase. It’s a phase where everything disappears – no noises, no smells, no sights – at least, not from the outside world.
All I feel is his touch, all I see is his deep ocean eyes, all I hear are his breaths.
Just him. Xan. Once my best friend, then my tormentor, and now, my everything.
“Can you hear the sound of your arousal, Green?” He bites on my lower lip.
My cheeks heat as that sloppy sound heightens the more his fingers come in and go out of me.
“It’s a symphony made only for me,” he murmurs. “You are made only for me.”
I clench around his digits and tremble as the orgasm sweeps over me, then submerges me in its clutches.
How could his words set me on fire without any matches or gasoline?
“You’re so exotic when you come. I want to eat you up.” He kisses my cheek, my forehead, and my nose and finishes with a brush of his lips to mine.
“I can’t believe we did that at school.” I wince, even though I’m still delirious from the orgasm.
He pulls out of me and it feels heartbreakingly empty. I don’t focus on it, though, because Xan brings his fingers up and licks them one by one, without breaking eye contact.
The sam
e fingers that were inside me.
Holy shit.
He’s licking me off him. Why the hell am I so turned on by that?
He places his other thumb in front of my lips, and I don’t hesitate as I lick it, matching his rhythm with mine. The taste of his skin explodes in my mouth, and it’s the best food I’ve had in a long time.
Xander’s lips pull in a smirk around his fingers, his dimples creasing his cheeks. “Mmm. I think I found an alternative to alcohol.”
“Please share.” The masculine voice coming from our right startles us both.
Cole appears out of freaking nowhere, carrying a book. On the Genealogy of Morality by Friedrich Nietzsche.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Captain?” Xander sounds impatient.
“I’m supposed to ask you that. I was reading in peace until you two decided to interrupt it.”
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
Please tell me Cole didn’t hear all that. I hide my face in Xander’s shoulder. I won’t be able to look at Cole in the eyes for a lifetime.
“Control your voyeurism tendencies, Nash.” Xan seems completely unaffected, unlike my self-melting state.