He shoves my shirt out of his way. I sit up enough to take it off, tucking it under my pillow.
“Good girl.” He slides his hot, wet tongue over one nipple, stopping to suck it into his mouth.
“Oh,” I gasp. My hips jerk.
“Shhh,” Rooster whispers in my ear. “Can you be quiet for me?”
“I’m trying.”
We both listen for a few seconds, staring in the direction of Jiggy’s section. No sounds or movement.
Rooster tucks the sheet around me before dropping kisses along my jaw and over my chest. Slowly, he eases his big body down the bed, under the sheet, stopping to suck and kiss each nipple. He moves lower, tickling my belly with his beard. A giggle bursts out of me.
I clap one hand over my mouth. Good thing. More laughter bubbles up as he dips his tongue in my belly button before moving lower.
I grip the sheet, tenting it enough to peer into the darkness. “You’re going to suffocate under there,” I whisper.
Instead of answering, he pushes my thighs apart and nuzzles my center. He kisses and nips my inner thigh.
All the tickling, shivery sensations swirling together leave me breathless with anticipation.
He slides his fingers over the thin strip of cotton still covering me. Up and down, slowly increasing the pressure with each pass. Part of me wants to scream at him to rip off my panties and touch me. The rest of me is enjoying this way too much to make demands. He stops the maddening strokes and concentrates all his attention on using two fingers to trace circles over my clit.
I’m on the verge of begging when he finally pushes the material aside and brushes his knuckles against my slick flesh.
My hips jerk from the contact. A low, growling noise of approval rumbles against my thigh. I’m so worked up, so on the edge.
I want to sob with relief when he hooks his fingers in my underwear and drags them down my legs, tossing them somewhere. I don’t even care where they end up.
One big, warm hand parts my lips. An exquisite exploratory lick.
I sigh and relax into the pillow.
He drags his tongue over my flesh again and again. Harder, more intentional licks. Sensation sizzles through my belly. My back bows.
“Oh shit!” I gasp.
“Shhh,” he reminds me.
I bite one fist. My other hand curls into his hair, pushing his head back in place. He laughs softly before diving in again. Feasting. No hesitation. All I can do is hold on tight while he drives me into a frenzy of desire.
A warbled moan passes my lips when he flattens his tongue against my clit, licking and teasing until I’m thrashing on the bed. My fists curl tight, twisting the sheets.
He drives a finger deep, stopping to rub the sensitive spot inside me.
I let out a low moan.
He spreads his free hand over my lower stomach, pressing down with firm but gentle pressure. Desperately, I reach for him and tug on his hair.
“I can’t.” My whisper fades to an urgent moan.
He responds by sucking harder, then easing off. Shamelessly, I grab his hair, grinding against his face. He lets out a hungry noise, the sound vibrating against my core.
So good. Right there, there, there…
Little sparks explode into big fireworks. All my muscles clench tight. My toes curl. Back arching, my body writhing and bucking.
I’m still shaking as he kisses his way up my stomach, pulling the sheet around us as he wedges himself between my legs.
He kisses along my jaw, stopping to whisper in my ear, “Can you take more?”
While I’m remembering how to form words, he slowly slides his cock through my wetness. My body jerks when he grazes my oversensitive clit.
Trembling and still seeing stars, I finally answer. “Yes, please. Stop teasing me. Hurry.”
Eager and greedy, that’s me.
Still, he takes his sweet time, wrapping me up in his arms, whispering loving words against my throat. He drives into me in one long, slow thrust.
A thousand tiny, perfect bursts of pleasure light my insides.
“Yes.” I dig my heels into the mattress, arching my back. He hitches one of my legs up. No longer cognizant of anything else around us, I wrap my legs around his waist, kicking off the sheet. “Fuck. Right there. Harder.”
He slams his mouth over mine, kissing deep, swallowing my words. I wrap my arms around him, holding on tight. Kissing him back just as hard. Binding us together. Solid. Unbreakable. A heavenly harmony—where I end, he begins and everything in between.
Pleasure racing, I lift my legs higher, my body pulsing around him. “Come with me,” I beg. “Please.”
Muscles straining, hips snapping into me, he keeps going. Faster. Harder. Crushing me against his body.
“Yes. Fuck, that’s so good.” I nip his earlobe. “Right there.”
It feels like my orgasm will never end.
“Ten-star performance, guys!” Jigsaw’s voice booms through the darkness.
Our sensual spell shatters into a million pieces.
Rooster’s body freezes mid-thrust.
Whoops. That’s right. We’re not alone. And I wasn’t even attempting to be quiet anymore. I bite my lip—to stop myself from screaming, laughing, or crying, I’m not sure.
A frustrated growl bursts out of Rooster. “Motherfucker! I’m gonna kill you,” he shouts over his shoulder.
I’m teetering somewhere between embarrassed that Jigsaw overheard such an intimate moment and still-tingling-with-so-much-pleasure-I-don’t-care if he made a video for instant replays.
Giggling, I reach up and press my hand to Rooster’s cheek, turning him to face me again.
“Kiss me before you kill him,” I whisper.
He leans down and brushes a distracted kiss over my lips.
“Wait. Did you?” I wriggle my hips. He’s still harder than a baseball bat inside me.
“No.” He groans and drops his forehead to mine. “No, I did not.”
“Poor timing? Oopsie.” Jiggy cackles in the darkness. “Well, at least I waited for Shelby to finish.”
“Shut. Up,” Rooster snarls.
I press my fist to my mouth, biting down to stop myself from laughing any harder at our absurd situation.
“I should’ve known better,” Rooster grumbles.
“Ignore him.” I squeeze my inner muscles tight and he groans. “Focus on me.”
“I can’t.” He pushes away but I dig my fingers into his arm to stop him. In the shadows, his eyes glitter as he stares down at me. “You really want to keep going knowing he’s listening?”
I run my fingers through his hair, hoping to calm him down and bring him back to me. “The damage is done.”
“Got that right,” he mutters, glancing down to where we’re still joined. “This actually fucking hurts.”
“I’ll step out so you can get yours, buddy,” Jigsaw yells. A second later the back door opens and closes.
“Thank fuck.” Rooster shakes his head and tucks his arms around me. “You sure you still want—”
I hook my arm around his neck and raise myself enough to kiss his question away. “I need you to come inside me,” I whisper in his ear. “You made me feel so good. I want to return the favor.”
He slides his hands down my side, cupping my ass and rolling us. “Get on top of me,” he urges.