Free Nix: The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, Book 7.5 by Candace Blevins Page A

back and watch. Should this be just between the two of them, or could I participate as long as I kept my hands off Pixie?
    Tippy resolved some of my dilemma by slapping her arm onto my chest as she spread her legs wider and moaned long and low. I ran my fingers up her arm and kissed her hand, but decided to make do with this amount of contact. For now, anyway.
    My cock had started to fill with Tip’s first moan, and it was rock hard now but I ignored it as I listened outside the room to be sure there were no signs of danger. I heard showers running in other parts of the hotel, and mundane conversations I wasn’t interested in listening to. Assured we were safe, I brought my attention back to the two women in my bed.
    Tippy went from moaning to talking.
    “I’m gonna come. Oh, fuck, yes, that’s perfect. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She grabbed my hand and squeezed, and I leaned in enough to kiss her shoulder as she came unglued .
    She moved and writhed on the bed through her climax, and Pixie must not have let up one bit because Tippy came for several long minutes before she finally collapsed in a heap of relaxed muscles as she struggled to catch her breath.
    I backed away as Pixie kissed her way up Tippy’s body. When she got to her chest, my little Deer pulled the other woman to her in a kiss. I know from experience how much Tippy likes tasting herself on someone else’s lips, and my cock throbbed in my shorts as the two embraced and kissed.
    Tippy tried to turn Pixie, but she must’ve smelled the fear hit the room as soon as I did, because she quickly relaxed and stayed on bottom as she moved her hands to Pixie’s sides so she caressed her instead of embracing her.
    Pixie pulled her mouth away and Tip said, “Baby steps, it’s okay. Tell me how I can get you off? Will you sit on my face?”
    Pixie sat up and grabbed a pillow, settled it upright against the headboard, and leaned against it so her back was almost a C. With Pixie’s knees spread out to the side giving easy access, Tippy quickly understood the invitation and went to work.
    I put my own hand inside my shorts and pressed my cock with my palm. I instinctively knew it would be bad form to beat off, but I had to do something before I was driven crazy with desire. My cock was so hard it fucking hurt .
    Now Pixie was the one moaning and working her way towards an orgasm, and my girlfriend’s naked ass showed because the tee was all wrinkled up around her midsection. Her hips moved as she worked Pixie with her mouth, and the scent of both women’s arousal filled the room. I wanted to pleasure my little deer with my fingers — and more — but I watched and marveled, and took everything in.
    And yes, I’ll admit I watched Tip’s technique to see if there was something she did that I didn’t. How often does a guy get to watch his girl go down on another girl? What an awesome learning opportunity.
    I moved up and a little closer, and fought the urge to move her hair out of the way. There’s no way she read my mind, but a handful of seconds later she moved her hair out of her face and gave me a better view, and I pressed harder on my cock inside my shorts.
    Tip alternated paying attention to Pixie’s clit and pussy, and she seemed to be almost massaging the lips open with her fingers. She used her fingers along with her tongue in ways I’d never considered, and I readjusted a few inches so I could get a better view. I stroked my cock twice, realized what I was doing and pulled my hand away from it. I didn’t want to do anything to draw attention to myself and away from the pleasure Tip was obviously giving Pixie.
    Pixie almost came twice, and tensed and lost it, but when Tip finally got her riding high enough she forgot to tense and at last surrendered to the pleasure, the beautiful little Pixie glowed with a soft yellow light when her orgasm finally overtook her body.
    And her scent — wolves can’t get sloppy drunk, usually. If we do a shitload of shots