He looked at me on my knees for a long time. Then he swore, low, and hauled me up.
The bed took my back. Noelle’s sheets. Leah’s mess. His hands on my thighs, spreading them, and the size of him against my stomach where he knelt between my knees. I stared. Terrifying. Thick even soft of the edge, already hardening again against me. My mouth still tasted like him.
“Is this the part where you put it in?”
“No.” He bit my neck. Not hard. Enough that I felt his teeth and forgot the question. “This is the part where I see if that virgin mouth was the only first you’ve got. Has anyone ever put their tongue in you?”
“No.”
“That’s a waste.” His palm slid down my stomach, slow, and cupped me. I was soaked. He groaned when his fingers slipped through it. “Perfect little body, and nobody’s had th
