Page 194 of Just Wait

He kisses me like he’s about to fuck my world up, and my nipples tighten in the cool night air. He teases his hands down my sides and pushes my leggings to the ground. They land in a bunch around my ankles, but I kick out of them as his palms come to rest on my hips.

He lifts me, smirking against my lips as he tosses me onto the mattress.

My tits jiggle, and my legs hang off the edge.

Mal plants a hand next to my head, stretching out over me. “I’m going to bury my face in your cunt, mostly because I need K and Riser to find us before…” He grinds his hard cock against my core, and I wish he would lose the sweats. “Something is up with your scent. It’s doing crazy shit to my head, and I don’t want to screw anything up. I also just really fucking love making you come on my tongue.” He’s so cute, grinning as he kisses me.

The sound of someone coming up the stairs causes his head to whip up, and Mal growls, low and dangerous.

“It’s just me, chill.” I don’t have to see him to know it’s Kincaid.

Malcolm grunts and crawls down, burying his face in my sex. He loops his right arm around my hip and stretches his hand down to cup the bottom of my ass. The movement pulls my lower lips apart, and he shoves two fingers inside me.

I always forget that he’s a lefty, but goddamn is he talented with those fingers.

“Mal,” I moan, curling off the mattress and toward him.

“He’s good at that, huh?” K taunts, grabbing my arms and pinning them against the bed above my head. He lost his mask since I saw him last, and he tied up his mass of long blond hair. “Looks like you’re at our mercy, sweetheart.”

Mal circles my swollen nub, aiming directly at my G-spot, and I whimper, nodding frantically.

Sweat slicks on my skin as I writhe, trying to pin Mal in place with the backs of my feet.

I have an irrational fear that he’ll try to get away, and that can’t happen.

I need him to make me come.

Now.

With the way he twists his fingers in and out of my core, stretching them right before he pulls out, I don’t think that’ll be a problem.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” Kincaid leans over me, giving me a sensual upside-down kiss that makes me kinda wish he wasn’t holding my wrists together. His bulge is right there, and the scent of his arousal is thick.

Malcolm works some magic on my clit, and an orgasm rips through my system with no warning.

Heat pulses under my skin, and I release a high-pitched keening sound that I swear I’ve never made in my life. It echoes against Kincaid’s mouth, and he pulls back, releasing my hands.

I didn’t mind being pinned down, but I guess he wanted to give me a chance to enjoy the euphoria.

Mal laps at my core, brushing that spot deep inside me that intensifies my pleasure.

I come for so long that my body ends up trembling and overstimulated as I tug Malcolm away with a handful of his hair. “God, Mal. So good, but also too much.”

He continues licking, letting out a low growl against my sex. Eventually he takes mercy on me, moving to suck and kiss my labia, which is much less intense.

“Are you okay?” Riser asks, making my eyes pop open. I’m not sure when he joined us, but he kneels on the mattress next to my chest. His fingers feel downright chilly against my warm skin as he teases a line from my throat down between my breasts. “No, I agree. She’s feverish.” The last part he directs at Kincaid, or that’s who he’s looking at when he speaks.

I frown.

I was about to tell him how happy I am to see him, but now I’m confused.

“I’m not running a fever,” I say incredulously. “I worked up a sweat from running through the maze, and it’s really not polite to bring attention to how out of shape I am.”

Riser snorts. “You’re in perfect shape, beautiful. Exactly the shape that makes my dick rock hard.”

I beam.

“You’re burning up,” Kincaid says softly, brushing my hair back from my face. “But as long as you’re feeling fine, we’re going to continue.”