I watch Tobias drag his tongue through the split of her sex and tickle her clit with the tip of his tongue, staying there, keeping at it while Banks slides his crooked middle finger inside, rotating it slowly, drawing it in and out, bringing the digit to his mouth and licking off the moisture. Going back for more.

The urgency to join them in giving Elise pleasure pierces me and I take her tits in my hands, molding them, leaning down to offer my tongue to her mouth—and she loves that. She moans in her throat like my kiss was the missing piece to her pleasure, her fingers spear through my hair and we make out hungrily. Which would obviously be enough to make my cock hard, but knowing she’s having her pussy eaten at the same time makes me wild. Makes the delves and strokes of my tongue more adventurous, my fingers pinching at her little pebbled nipples until she cries out.

“Gabe,” she whispers enticingly between kisses. “Do you want my mouth?”

“I have it and it’s perfect,” I respond raggedly, my tongue creating a path down her throat to her nipples, sucking them noisily, memorizing the delicious taste of our Elise.

My God, so good.

“No…” she says, voice still soft. Just for me. All for me. “I m-mean, do you want to put yourself in my mouth? The way you did in the living room.”

“Yes,” I groan, without thinking. Who could think straight with this perfect woman asking if you’d like her to suck your dick? You wouldn’t be human. I’m kneeling beside her face before I know it, dragging my shaft to her mouth in a shaking fist. Can’t believe I’m so lucky.

“It’s a trap, Gabe,” Banks says to me, his speech slurred, his eyelids at half-mast. He starts to elaborate but can’t seem to stop himself from pushing open Elise’s knees and circling his tongue around her entrance, making her gasp and clutch at my comforter. “She wants to get you off fast.”

It’s beyond stupid to be outraged. This astoundingly hot woman loves making me come. What is there to be mad about? But I can’t seem to help it. Horny and offended is a strange combination and it leads to a ripple of shame—and now I’m in big trouble. As a born and raised Catholic, I was taught that the sins of the flesh would send me to hell. Now I’m having a four-way in my bedroom. I’m being offered a blow job and I really want it. This is temptation and I’ve been taught it’s wrong to give in, so I want to give in twice as much.

But I promised myself I would last for her. I promised.

“No,” I say, scooting my ass toward the headboard. Just to get a breather. To wait out the clawing sensation in my balls. Don’t think about her lips stretching around my inches. Her tongue wiggling around in the slit.

I squeeze my eyes closed and try to think of something gross, but I can’t think of anything but her. But Elise. Our woman and her giving mouth and hands and body. I’m so overwhelmed by thoughts of her that when I open my eyes and she’s crawling toward me on the bed, naked, intention in her eyes, I think I’m daydreaming.