Free Lick Is A Four-Letter Word by Erin M. Leaf

into his
touch as a bolt of heat shot through her. She shifted restlessly, trying to
assuage the ache between her legs.
    “I
would tilt your head back and kiss that spot under your ear that makes you crazy.”
    Josh
shifted until he was sitting next to her, then leaned
in. Felicity trembled, but he held her still. When he kissed beneath her ear,
she gasped. His lips were hot. He smelled good. He wore some kind of spicy
aftershave and the heady scent went right to her pussy.
    “I
would lick down your throat…”
Troy
murmured.
    Felicity
clutched the phone so hard the plastic creaked. Josh did as
Troy
instructed and she had to lean into him.
It was that or fall over.
    “I’d
keep going until I got to your breast. And then I would just breathe for a bit,
until I could feel your nipple perk up under my mouth.”
Troy
’s voice trembled as he spoke.
    Josh
glanced at his friend, but whatever he saw in
Troy
’s face reassured him. He kissed her
lightly on her jaw, then nibbled down until his face
came over her silky top, pausing right over her nipple.
    Felicity
panted, waiting for him. When he swooped down, he firmed his lips over her
nipple, breathing hotly through her clothes. The warmth that came from his
mouth made her cry out.
    “I’d
slide my free hand between your legs,”
Troy
said, low and hoarse.
    Josh
slid his hand up her thigh and paused. “Okay, Felicity?”
    She
nodded. The ache was so bad she didn’t care what he did, as long as he put his
hands on her. He slid between her legs and pressed hard against the seam of her
pants. She writhed in his hands, breathing heavy.
    Good
God, I’m close , just from this, she thought, shocked.
    “I’d
scrape my nail over you, again and again,”
Troy
said. He moved closer, eyes boring into
her.
    Felicity
moaned when Josh did as
Troy
said, scraping his finger over and over the seam pressed right against her
clit.
    “Yeah,
that’s it. Just like that,”
Troy
murmured.
    Josh
leaned in and pressed his face against her breast. His lips found her nipple
through her clothes and bit down. Felicity arched her back, sparks rocketing
through her body.
    “Oh
God, don’t stop, Josh,” she said.
    He bit
down again and rubbed harder. “Like this?”
    She
nodded, the phone falling down with a clatter. She didn’t care. She only wanted
two things: for
Troy
to keep talking and for Josh to obey.
    “I’d
take you right to the edge, and then I’d stop,”
Troy
said.
    Josh
froze, hand cupping her pussy through her clothes.
    Felicity
moaned a protest.
    Josh
looked up at her, face flushed attractively.
Troy
tossed his phone down and grabbed his
friend, kissing him wildly.
    Whoa . Felicity did not expect that.
    Josh
gasped, opening up and letting
Troy
in. His hand pressed into her, fingers clenching as
Troy
devoured him, but not enough to send her
over the edge. Then
Troy
broke away and kissed her, too, as though he were drinking her down. He kissed
her and kissed her and then suddenly, she felt the zipper of her pants going
down.
    “Is
this okay, Felicity?” Josh asked.
    She
nodded frantically. She was so wet, she could smell herself. She knew Josh and
Troy
could smell her too—
Troy
watched Josh strip her pants down her
legs and off. He tossed her sandals aside.
    “Jesus,
you’re beautiful,”
Troy
muttered.
    “I’m
not,” she replied.
    Josh
snorted. “You really think that? What, because of this?” He took her messed-up
ankle in his hands. The scars were still pink, even though her surgeries
happened several years ago. “You’re beautiful because you survived.” He lifted
her foot and kissed her ankle.
    She
shivered. He kissed up her leg, only pausing when he reached the edge of her
panties.
    “Take
them off,”
Troy
told him.
    Josh
glanced at Felicity for permission. She nodded. Josh grinned fiercely and
stripped them from her. As soon as she was free, he nudged her legs wider and
settled in.
    “Yeah,
that’s fucking beautiful,”
Troy
murmured, stroking a hand down