Free Stifle by Kendall Grey Page A

Sinnder’s mouth. He caresses the soaking wet crux between her legs. The scent of her sex blossoms, fills him with divinely inspired motivation. He licks her off his fingers. Rips open her jeans button and zipper one-handed. Coats his digits with hot spit, then dives through the opening, yanking red lace panties to the side. Zoe gasps as fabric catches sensitive skin. He smoothes the wet folds surrounding her core, coaxing more liquid from her tap with firm, deliberate strokes.
    Gods, he must fuck her.
    Zoe leans into Gavin’s chest behind her and parts her legs. Sinnder’s fingers drown in the growing puddle pooling in the denim cage. More saliva jets into his mouth. He wants to taste Gavin’s girl. Gavin’s tattoos dance over muscle, the fiery red ones blazing like neon lava. Those Sentinel arms cross protectively over her breasts. His metal-looped lip skids up her neck. He grasps her throat, diminishing her air supply just enough to increase the pulse racing under her flushed skin. Urgent breaths.
    Dripping with her juices, Sinnder’s fingers grind to a halt. He draws his tongue up the length of his pointer, slowly so they can both watch. As his tongue meanders north, a milky droplet trickles down to greet it and plops into his mouth. He kisses her, forces her to taste herself. Her eyes glaze. “Share some of that with Gavin.”
    Grinning, Sinnder diverts his gaze to the bloke staring at him over Zoe’s shoulder. Gavin’s fist kneads her right breast, now hanging free of the bra. Her shirt is unbuttoned. Gavin’s eyes still sparkle as they did when he first came off stage. His other hand slips through the opening of Zoe’s plundered zipper. She struggles with the jeans and tangled panties until they bunch around her knees. With a swift shimmy, she frees herself of the constricting mess and kicks the clothing away.
    “ I said share.” Her low, throaty voice commands Sinnder. Her Fire owns him. He cannot disobey.
    But he obeys on his own terms. Sinnder smiles. Let’s see if Gavin can keep up.
    He drops to his knees and spreads her glistening pink cunt with a thumb and forefinger. Fucking her with his tongue, Sinnder inhales the rich scent of her sex. She moans long and full, head falling back to rest on Gavin’s tense shoulder. The singer looks on through sex-drunken lids, lips parted. He unbuckles his belt, releases his big, hard cock, and strokes it slowly. Its head bumps her ass with each flick of his wrist.
    Zoe’s hips twist in a circular rhythm, grinding against Sinnder’s tongue. Her Fire rises, nearing its full height, and he stops. Depriving her of the orgasm she craves, he stands and leans against her heaving tits. He centers his lips on Gavin’s. He licks the metal loop, coats it with Zoe’s heady come, then smears it across the singer’s tongue with his own. Dueling nips turn into more aggressive bites. Fire sparks. Sinnder’s dick gets harder. Zoe grabs it.
    “ You’re going to fuck me now.” She tosses a glance over her shoulder to Gavin. Her fingers trail down his cheek like a slow-falling tear. “Both of you.”
     
    Zoe cleared her throat and fanned her face.
    Sinnder climbed out of his nut-busting reverie. “You like their music?” His mind focused on Gavin, it was the only thing he could think of to say.
    She checked him out, her Fire blazing a visceral trail down his chest where she lingered a second or two, then headed back to his eyes. The things he would do to her in a few short minutes. Once the band started playing, the toilets would be empty. He’d take her to the men’s room, shove her against the wall, and fuck her from behind. Maybe someone would come in and watch. Or join them.
    Her breath waxed and waned in short bursts. She waved a hand to cool her face again. “I’m sorry?”
    “You like the band?” He stepped closer. Just enough to get a whiff of the sex saturating her jeans. She could think of Gavin while he fucked her. Hell, he might do the same.
    “Ah, no.