The Six: Genesis | A Reverse Harem Novel

Ninety-Five

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X.O. Vance

Callused fingers close around my throat and yank me backward. I'm trapped, caught against a warm chest, and pressed against the kitchen island. Its coolness isn't what makes me shiver.

"You snuck out of bed," Lewis whispers in my ear as his other hand circles my waist to undo my belt and pants. "I need to return the favor."

The moment he touches me, I'm wet. 

"Lew... we can't!" Weakly, I fight him but it's ridiculous. I will always want this man. 

He's not listening and I'm glad he isn't. Quickly, he swings me around and flattens me against the fridge. It screeches as it slides backward and rocks.

He freezes. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, but I'm pretty sure that's going to leave a dent," I joke.

His laughter swirls with mine as he slides my pants and panties to my ankles and falls before me on his knees. I'd been in nearly the same position an hour ago. I couldn't help myself. Every cell in my body wants to be fucked all the time.

The brief sane moments I have aren't enough. 

Returning to the guys and my father is an absolute. I can't afford to delay anymore. If this continues, Lewis may die from fucking me too much.

Though, I don't believe he would complain. What would I tell his parents? He came, and he went? I'd never live it down!

Confidently, he trails his hands along my curves. Cuffing my ankles, climbing along my calves to my knees. The right knee he raises, saddling it over his shoulder and the other he follows until meeting my pussy.

"Wet for me already?"

My cheeks heat. "Lewis... we can't. We have compa—"

Whimpering, I lock my fingers into his dark hair. His tongue is heavy, pressing deep inside me. Perhaps sucking him off and running before he could get up was a bad idea?

"Jason is here. We should go somewhere more private."

His chuckle sends a tingle along my spine. "If he bothers him, he can go back to his room, but since he was watching us last night, I'm sure he'll enjoy the show."

Oh, shit. He knew? He knew Jason was watching us?

"What?" I stutter, arching my back when his fingers slip inside me. They pump in rhythm with his tongue. "Watching us how?"

"Those skylights of yours aren't mirrored, Blue," I groan when he replaces his tongue with his thumb, pressing down on my clit gently. "He stood there for over an hour watching me make you come."

"Why didn't you say anything?" I ask, squirming as I ride his insistent fingers. "He shouldn't have been watching us."

"Why would I?" He leans back, catching my gaze with his. "You enjoyed having the audience, especially when you rode me."

My gosh, this man can fuck. He adores my body—adores me. There's never been a question in my mind regarding his devotion to our love.

"You knew..."

"Of course, I knew. Maybe I should have invited him in and let him watch you come on my dick? Would you have liked that?"

"Lew... you know I love you."

Roughly, his fingers curl and he thrusts hard enough to make my legs tremble. With one leg raised over his shoulder and the other planted on the floor, I nearly fall. To keep me upright, he forces me onto his shoulders.