My Soulmates are IDOLS Books 2+3 | 18+ [SoulBond Series]

272:drink

"So, so naughty," the voice that trailed from above her chuckled as the door closed shut and she glanced up alarmed as fuck to the face of JieMi. He was grinning down at her boyishly handsome, but yet with a tightly clenched jaw that revealed his trembling need to fuck her. The relief was a waterfall of heat over her chilling skin. She had to hold herself back because the need to slap him was too great.

"What the fuck?" she shrieked, angry and yet oh so, thankful.

"They called me here, told me to block the door," JieMi answered easily too used to her antiques, leaning down to kiss her lips. His hands slipped down, palming her sides and then they grew a little too naughty as it climbed to fondle her breasts. She slapped them good then. "Got curious because you were starting to sound a little euphoric. Wanted to see it too."

"You scared the ever-loving shit out of me."

"And you really choked the fuck out of Liv," Casper commented, twirling his fork. She gasped at his words, leaning down to look. Oliver's cheeks were so red they were almost the shade of blood, and he was panting hard, eyes glazed as he tried desperately to catch his breath after minutes pressed tight against her cunt.

"I'm so sorry!" She gasped, stroking his cheeks that were soaked with her liquids, horrified at what she'd done. 'Are you okay? God, I just—"

"Needed to cum too much," JieMi offered.

"You might just have a dominating side to you," Casper chuckled.

"Oh shhh. Liv I—"

"I loved that," he replied, eyes blown wide into large moons. He smiled, euphoric, eyes swimming with weariness and brilliantly glazed. But oh, so in love. "U-use me all you want, baby." And it was then when tattoos formed over his lips, thoughts borne from his head.

Choke me. Choke me. Choke me.

Fuck.

*

Oliver's lips were the star of her show that night.

She sat at the back, strapped in so tight that the buckles bit at her tingling skin, and the belt dug into her tender breasts. Oliver drove, and her soulmates talked. But her head was so far in the clouds that she couldn't focus on their words. Her eyes were drawn to the golden words on Oliver's lips, the shimmery finish, the lacquered surface. It teased her, winking softly in the light, a hint to a mystery she'd spent months trying to solve.

A kink she had not known.

She caught his eye in the mirror, her gaze, a net dipped into a lake. His, a koi fish dripping with gold. His pupils had trembled, shy and then a glaze of needy desire that attempted escape as he shifted his focus to the road. But she'd caught him and that flicker of fantasy, that dance of shy embarrassment over his cheeks, the nibble of lips under teeth.

He wanted her. He needed her. Just not the way she once thought he did.

God. Her chest had exploded, butterflies erupting from her belly at the sight of him wrecked by her presence. The need to ruin him had surged from the tips of her fingers, burning through her veins. And her head replayed that image of his face, lips stained with her arousal, cheeks flushed pink and eyes dilated with need. A loopy smile on his face as his body trembled and his cock stood, hard and tall in his cum soaked jeans.

And on his lips were words that begged for more.

That night when she'd kiss him before bed, Oliver had shivered under her touch when her hands shifted down to his neck and her thumbs had brushed over his skin, digging into places that felt oh so right. He'd gasped into her kiss and then moved away, cleared his throat with a soft breathy laugh so different from his sunny smile.