Free No Returns (The Blankenships Book 6) by Evelyn Glass Page A

made her shiver, tremble, and made her fingers want to slip between the lips of her pussy again.
     
    It wasn’t just the liquid sounds of Alex’s mouth moving over the rapidly hardening shaft of Leo’s cock. It wasn’t just the soft sounds of urgent need that slipped from Alex’s mouth or the way his hips moved against the air, still so needy, still so desperate.
     
    Leo’s eyes were half closed again, his teeth biting at his lower lip as Alex worked him over, and she knew then what she wanted, how she wanted this to finish. She stepped over behind Alex, kneeling down and pressing her bare breasts against his back, reaching around to take his own dripping length in her hand. He growled around Leo’s length, and Leo threw his head back in sudden pleasure. “I’m going to jerk you off,” she said, making her voice matter of fact, even though she was trembling with pleasure and was tired as hell all of a sudden. “But you only get to come if Leo comes first.” She glanced up at the other man, watching to make sure he was agreeing with this plan. Leo gave her a tiny nod, and Alex groaned again.
     
    She went to work in earnest then, holding nothing back. She rubbed her breasts against his back, imagining that he was feeling the light pebbles of her nipples brushing over his flesh. His motions over Leo’s cock grew more intense, more demanding. The big man braced his hands against a wall, a steady stream of Russian slipping through his lips. She felt Alex’s balls drawing up tight, pebbled and hard as his need rose, and she moved to drop her hand, but just before she had to give Alex his punishment, Leo let loose another heavy groan, and she felt the frantic motion of Alex’s body as he swallowed Leo down.
     
    “Good boy,” she crooned, “Very good. You can come whenever you’re ready.”
     
    Alex’s body sagged against her, loose-limbed and yet very tense in her arms as she stroked him. She could feel him surging, feel his body clenching, and then the moment of pinnacle: his cock spurting over his belly, his thighs, her hand. He was silent this time, completely silent, his body arching back against her. Utterly silent except for the hissing in and out of breath between his teeth.
     
    Leo slid down next to them, a soft laugh escaping him. “Well,” he said. “I’ll have to come over and visit the two of you more often.”
     
    What utterly unzipped her heart was that Alex glanced back at her. She saw the need, love, and happiness in his eyes in that moment, unguarded and deep. And it was easy to nod.
     
    “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, you should.”
     

CHAPTER NINE
     
    They showered; everyone was sweaty and covered with sticky fluids. Zoey found herself giggling, just a little bit. There was something incredibly silly about the whole process. She was starting to figure out why people liked it — and even more importantly, some of the reasons why she herself enjoyed the activity — but it was still incredibly silly.
     
    They could have shared the huge bed with Leo, but he chose to take himself off to one of the guest rooms. Zoey found some small part of herself relaxing when he said that, and maybe he had seen that tension in her. Sharing Alex in the play room was one thing. She’d had a lot of fun, and there was a warmth in his eyes that she hadn’t seen since London. But sharing a bed? That was an entirely different level of intimacy than sex. She wasn’t there. She didn’t know if she would be there, ever. She was grateful not to be asked.
     
    Hair damp and bodies clean, Alex took the initiative to pull her body in close to his, spooning tightly against her. He was satiated for the evening; his cock stayed small and soft in its nest of dark curls. His fingers, though, trailed her skin as hers had this morning. Gentle, exploratory. Mapping the terrain of her body with his touch. Had she changed so much since those first few nights together?
     
    Of course she had. Everything had changed.