Page 63 of Slapshot Obsession
That heat, that longing in his stare was exactly the same way I felt.
I realized that Taryn needed Nash to be happy, and thatNash was lost like I had been when I came to Star Cove. He needed us. Not just Taryn but also I and Tucker.
Not in a sexual way, but he needs a bond that transcends friendship. And there is no stronger bond than loving the same woman and wanting to make her happy above all else.
“Please, Nash,” Taryn begs him when he asks if he can taste her.
And that look in her eyes, the need in her tone when she asks for what she wants, makes me feel something powerful.
We can give her what she needs. We can make her whole the same way she does with us.
“Doesn’t she taste amazing?” Nash asks me.
I smile and look at Taryn when I answer. “She’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“On that, we agree.” Nash smiles back at me.
He leans down between Taryn’s legs and, grabbing the backs of her thighs, he lowers his head.
Taryn’s moan when Nash runs his tongue over the smooth skin of her slit goes straight to my cock.
When he gets to the spot where she needs him most, he places a soft, closed-mouthed kiss over her clit.
Taryn squirms in the attempt to shift her hips so that Nash’s mouth will land where she wants it.
He repeats the same chaste kiss—if kissing someone’s pussy could ever be called chaste—but by the way her eyes widen, I can tell he uses more pressure this time.
Finally, Nash opens his mouth and begins sucking and licking her little bundle of nerves.
It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
Taryn’s moans become louder and more desperate with every lick and suck of Nash’s mouth. When she’sclose to snapping point, she searches for me and grabs my hand.
I lean down to kiss her, swallowing her moans, feeding on her ecstasy. Nash and I kiss her until she stops writhing and collapses against the plush pillows, trying to catch her breath.
All of a sudden, I’m starving for her. Intense, blinding jealousy courses through me. But it’s not jealousy because Nash just ate her out. It’s because I want a taste of her too.
An idea forms in my mind. “Hey Nash, do you think we could get another orgasm out of her before we take her?”
“What do you have in mind?” He asks.
“Move over.” I take Nash’s place between Taryn’s thighs. “Right now she’s going to be a little sensitive. Am I right, pretty girl?’’
Taryn answers my question with a tiny nod. Her gaze is still dazed by the pleasure Nash gave her; her body relaxed on the silky comforter.
“I thought so. But I think we could make her come again.” I say to Nash. “When I give you a signal, rub her clit. In the meantime, you could give those gorgeous tits some attention.”
“That’s hardly a chore.” Nash chuckles.
As my teammate settles by Taryn’s chest, I grab her thighs like Nash did earlier. But rather than zeroing in on her clit, I ignore it.
Her perfect pussy looks pink and swollen by Nash’s mouth, and I know if I try to play with her clit, it’ll be too much.
Instead, I scoot down and focus on Taryn’s entrance. “She got so wet for you.” I tell Nash when my fingers sink inside her. “She tastes so fucking sweet.”
I bring my fingers to my mouth andlick them clean, but that does nothing to satisfy me; if anything, that makes me more hungry for Taryn.
I raise my eyes to look at her; her fingers are tangled in Nash’s hair as he laves her tits with kisses.
