She already said she hadn’t given a blowjob, but it doesn’t mean for sure that no one did this. Her dark gaze holds mine while she shakes her head.

I’m the first. The only, some primal part of my brain demands. I spread her with my fingers, watching her open for me, petal by petal. She would have let me lick her pussy regardless of the alcohol. But she might not have done it in a room lit by lamps and fire. For that I have to thank, ironically, Zoey. I only let her plan this fucking dinner party because I was curious. Curious to see what Jane would make of my old friends. Curious to see what they’d make of her.

Turns out they want to fuck her. Funny, that it should bother me so much.

I give one long lick from base to top. It’s the warmup, but it’s so intimate, so delicious, that I groan. How am I going to last through this? My comfort doesn’t matter. My aching leg. My throbbing cock. None of it has anything to do with my tongue against her clit.

She sucks in a breath, her body rocking gently with desire.

I pull her hips to the edge of the couch so that I can lick her deep. I slide my tongue into her pussy and bite down gently on her outer flesh. She lets out a small keening sound. Then I push a finger inside—God, she’s tight. So swollen with arousal. I have to force my way in. I lick my way to her clit and then flutter my tongue over the sensitive bud.

It makes her ass come off the couch. She rocks against my face in urgent abandon. “Please, please, please.”

The way she begs makes me want to give her everything. I hold back. I could suck her clit and reach her G-spot and make her come right away. That would shortchange her. It wouldn’t make her forget everything, so instead I continue a soft flutter. I spell out words with my tongue. Beautiful, I tell her. Perfect. Mine. I write across her clit with soft swipes that make her thighs quiver. Her hands come to my hair, and she yanks. She yanks hard enough that it distracts me from my leg, and I grunt in satisfaction.

My arms wrap underneath her thighs, holding her in place so I can fuck her with my mouth. I give her long licks again, letting her cool down for a minute, letting the urgency drop for just a second so I can build her back up. She cries in protest. “Beau.”

“Now I’m Beau again, huh?”

“Yes.” She hisses the word while pumping her hips toward me.