He grips my side and guides me closer, so I can feel exactly how hard he is. I lick against his tongue, then stroke deeper. He cups the back of my head as little sparks dance down my spine and pool in my belly. I’m hot all over but still, somehow have goosebumps popping up all over my thighs.
Just as I’m about to suggest we make a run for his room, I hear a gasp, something breaks, and then I’m wet. Holden puts his hand over my mouth as my mom whimpers. “I’m so sorry!”
“It’s okay.” Roman consoles her.
“Oh, I hope that wasn’t an expensive bottle.”
Holden blots at my face, but I can already smell the tequila. Jeeze, I’m going to have to take two showers to get this smell off me before work tomorrow. Less than one day and Mom’s already flirted with every single guy in the house, broken a bottle of tequila drenching me, and … and had fun.
I sit to Holden’s side as I hear Roman walking my mom away. He rubs my thigh. “You okay?”
“Your distraction technique is flawless.” I pat his thigh.
“I disagree. We’re not making out anymore.” He chuckles.
“Good. My turn.” Gunner sits next to me with a salt shaker and sprinkles some on his finger before smearing it over my lips. “Margarita a la Sophie.”
I almost laugh before he claims my mouth in something way too naughty to just be a kiss. When he draws back, I can still taste salt on my lips, but he licks along my neck and sucks my collarbone as if he can pull the tequila from my skin. Holden turns me to face him and kisses me with the same hunger.
Gunner’s hand pushes my thighs apart, and I roll my hips forward, eager for his touch. Both of these men doting on me, kissing me, tasting me on the kitchen floor just because they can, and they want to? It’s so intense.
No! No. I need to focus.
“But what about-” I start.
“Later.” Gunner promises. “I like this dress.”
“Thanks.” I gasp as Holden jerks the zipper down in the back.
“It’ll look better on the floor.”
But it ends up bunched around my waist as Holden picks me up and puts me on the already cleaned Island. He pulls my bra down and kisses me as he plays with my tits. I groan and kiss him back hungrily. I feel Gunner’s hands stroke up my thighs and part them obediently.
He drags my underwear down and groans. “You’re so wet, Sophie.”
“You sure it’s not tequila.” Holden chuckles.
“Find out,” I order, dragging my dress further up so he can see and touch and taste everything he wants.
Gunner gives me a wicked grin, then kisses the inside of my knee, bites along the inside of my thigh, the spreads my legs, dragging me down the island until he can lick over my slit. Holden reaches for his belt, and I help him undo it while trying to stifle my moans.
“You want me to fill your throat?”
“Yes.” I nod, then Gunner licks deeper along my clit, lapping and sucking until I can’t help but roll my hips against him. “Yes!”
Holden groans as I wrap my hand around his cock. I pump him a few times while Gunner keeps teasing me with his tongue. Holden pants, and his eyes sear me until I lick over the head of his cock. He nods and sucks air through his teeth.
I wrap my lips around him and suck him deeper, the soft skin of his shaft sliding across my tongue and down my throat. I close my eyes to take him again and again. He thrusts against the back of my throat, making me gag as Gunner continues devouring my pussy.
He pushes two fingers in, and I grunt, lifting my head to watch him with Holden’s cock still filling my mouth. Gunner smirks at me, then works a third finger in before lowering his head to lick across my clit again.
“You have such a pretty pussy, sweets.”
Holden brushes his fingers through my hair and guides me over his cock. “Your mouth feels so good, baby.”
I groan and nod, then suck his cock harder. We all need to get off after tonight.