Out of Bounds (The Summer Games #2)(59)

“These hips.” He let out a groan that nearly sounded like a growl. “I want these hips hovering over my mouth while I taste you.”

I squeezed my eyes closed, letting his dark words spiral around me. I already knew I’d touch myself later, replaying that sentence in my head over and over again.

I opened my mouth to beg him for more, but he was sitting up, gripping my shoulders in his hands and flipping me on my back so we could switch positions. He hovered over me like a demon, casting me in shadow with his broad shoulders.

My mouth went dry.

“We don’t have to do this,” I said, looking up at him staring down at me. Suddenly, I wanted out. He was there, hovering over me with shadowed eyes, and I wasn’t so sure I wanted to be at his mercy.

“Close your eyes, Brie.”

At any moment Kira was going to walk in and find Erik touching me, but instead of turning me off, the idea swelled over me like a dark cloud. She’d had her hands on him for the last hour, but his hands were on me now. His mouth was inches above mine as he massaged my neck. The heels of his palms ground into my arms as he dragged his hands down to my elbows. Like a chain reaction, thousands of tiny fireworks spread through my body from where he touched me. The sensation was nearly too much to contain. I wet my bottom lip and dug my nails into the heels of my palms.

Any second he would pull away, the door would open, and Kira would compliment us on our practice and tell us to drop our mats by the door. She’d usher us back through the front door and I’d settle into another silent car ride home with Erik, turned on and more frustrated than ever.

No.

I wasn’t going to let that happen. Erik wouldn’t let that happen.

He skimmed his hands up over my bare stomach, brushing across my breasts so gently it could have been an accident—but then he was there again, brushing his fingertips back and forth across my nipples. I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to savor the sensation as long as possible.

“Erik.”

He dipped his fingers beneath the bottom of my sports bra and tugged it higher, just barely exposing the bottom curve of my breasts. He waited there until I arched my back, showing him I wanted him to continue. He pushed the sports bra higher, up over my breasts, freeing them so he could bend down and brush his tongue across each one. I cried out and gripped the back of his neck to keep his mouth on me. Back and forth he went, palming and sucking my breasts into his mouth until I was withering on the floor.

“She’s beautiful.”

My eyes opened with a jerk.

Kira.

She stood against the mirrors in the front of the room, eyes glued on us. On me. Her sensual gaze slid down my body and my heart sputtered to a stop, then sped up, pounding so hard I could feel it in my stomach.

Erik leaned forward and slid his hand between my legs, stroking me back and forth over my yoga pants. The friction was intense and the soft material made his fingers even harder to resist as he brushed against my bundle of nerves.

Holy.

“Is she as soft as she looks?” Kira asked.

“Like velvet,” Erik answered, his tone warm and husky.

“I want to see what she looks like when she loses control.”

What is happening?

Why isn’t he kicking her out?

Why don’t I kick her out?

Erik’s lips twisted into a devilish smirk. “Do you hear that, Brie?” he asked as his lips hit my ear. “She wants to see you come.”

His fingers picked up to a maddening pace, rolling over my clit, and I moaned, tingles erupting down my body. My hips arched off the ground, grinding up against his hand.

“Have you tasted her?” Kira asked, pushing off the mirrors and stepping closer. Her dark hair was still tugged up into a tiny bun, but a few strands framed her face, highlighting her full lips.

I watched her drop down to her knees in front of me, far enough away that I knew she was waiting for my permission. Her hand reached out and glided up my shin, and my stomach shook with butterflies.

“Erik,” I breathed, unsure of what to do. Would he let her touch me? Taste me?

He pushed the top of my yoga pants down, taking my panties with them. He kept pushing the material past my hip bones and then down another inch. I had to lift my butt off the ground for him to get them any farther, and I knew if I did, it was as good as consent. Kira’s hands reached up for my clothes and when her soft fingers hit the skin just above my pubic bone, my hips lifted off the ground on their own accord. She undressed me the rest of the way and then tossed my clothes to the side.

“Do you want her to touch you?” Erik asked, sliding his hand down my stomach. He hit my belly button and then brushed lower, skimming across my most sensitive skin. He spread me open, showing Kira every inch of my soft curves as his middle finger dipped inside. I cried out and dug my nails into the back of his neck. He slid in and out slowly, so slowly, and then Kira’s breath hit the inside of my thigh and I squeezed my eyes closed so tight it hurt.

I thought I was going to pass out from the adrenaline spiking my blood. It was all too much. My body didn’t know where to focus. A million different sensations were hitting me at once.

“Answer,” Erik commanded with a soft whisper against my ear.

I nodded breathlessly, reaching down to grip Kira’s silky hair so she couldn’t pull away. I had no clue what was happening. I’d never once been touched by another woman, but I dreaded the thought of her pulling away. I wanted this too much.