Destroyed (Lost in Oblivion, #3)(86)

Margo refilled his shot glass and tipped it into her mouth, but instead of swallowing the alcohol, she licked into his mouth and transferred it to him.

His eyes flashed and his tongue tangled with hers as the fire chased from her tastebuds to his and then echoed again like an afterburn. Just the barest sliver of silver blue glowed from his heavy lids and full lashes.

Watching.

Always watching.

She backed away from him, nipples tight and clit throbbing. But she wasn’t paying attention and bumped into Tori. Her arm came around Margo’s waist to steady her.

Both Nick and Simon’s eyes widened as Tori’s hand flattened on her middle.

Curious in a way that only tequila could allow, she swayed with Tori. The song had changed to a sultry, digital-heavy song with a female singer.

It spoke of watching, echoed in flavor to what was there in front of her. Two intense men who weren’t ashamed to show both of the women in the room that they were attractive.

Her gaze trailed down over Simon’s rock-hard belly to the worn denim that molded to the steadily growing bulge between his legs.

She glanced over her shoulder at Tori. Her eyes were a little out of focus, but she wasn’t so far gone that Margo was worried about the consequences of the moment.

A curiosity that could be sated without drama.

She tilted her head and waited to see if Tori would reciprocate or if she backed away. She was fine with both, but couldn’t deny that she wondered if a girl kissed differently than a man.

Her nose brushed Tori’s and their lips hovered on the cusp of a kiss, but neither of them seemed to want to take that extra step.

The intent was enough. The heat between them as their hips swayed to the rhythm. Margo’s hand fell to Tori’s waist, and they matched each other beat for beat.

Finally Margo broke the tension between them. Well, between her and Tori, anyway. Margo sucked in a breath and she closed her eyes against the warmth invading her belly.

Tori’s chin brushed along her shoulder as they both looked forward. Simon’s gaze scorched down her neck, then from her breasts to her hips. She and Tori let the song pull the strings and the heat in their men’s gazes brought them full circle.

Simon gripped the couch and his Adam’s apple bounced with a heavy swallow. Margo watched it bob and his throat work another shot glass full of tequila.

She wanted to taste it off his lips again.

She wanted him to lick it off her skin.

God, her breasts felt heavy. Not for Tori’s touch, but for Simon’s.

They slid away from each other with one last fleeting brush of fingertips. Hers along Tori’s hip and Tori’s along Margo’s belly.

Tori sauntered to Nick, her hips rolling with each step until she pressed one knee into the cushion between his legs. His hands came up to cup her ass and stroked up to her hips then back again.

Simon sat forward on his end of the couch. Margo slipped her fingers into his raven wing’s black hair and shuddered as he drew the tip of his tongue across her belly where Tori had lingered. Her shirt had ridden up and he took full advantage.

He watched her as he lapped at her skin and scraped his nails over her flesh as if he could erase Tori’s touch.

Her nipples tightened as he used his nose to push the hem of her shirt higher so he could trail up her belly to the underwire of her bra.

She glanced at Tori and Nick and her breath shuddered out as Tori tucked her hand into the front of Nick’s jeans.

The song changed to a dark Nine Inch Nails song that urged her hips to move against Simon’s touch. He licked along the scallop of lace that hugged over wire and gripped her ribs.

It was a shell of a camisole that molded to her breasts, holding her in. Simon pulled the stretchy lace up with his teeth and breathed over the deep dip of her bra. The fullness of her breasts required her to be creative to keep the lines of her shirts smooth.

And in a moment Simon turned her body against her. The out of control curve of her breasts spilled out and he opened his mouth to taste every inch.

She closed her eyes against the sensation, overwhelmed by the way he made her forget herself. That she was right next to Nick and Tori. It was so easy for her to get lost in his touch.

Her eyes fluttered open to find Tori’s hand stroking over Nick’s hard length as the two of them watched her and Simon.

Bold with the moment and her body’s haywire reactions to the situation, she tore open the buttons on Simon’s jeans. He hissed as she slipped her hand into the fly and found his cock digging into his belly.

She slid her thumb along the head and spread the moisture at the tip around and under to the tight skin at the ridge where his shaft met the curves there.

The deliciously sensitive ridge. She rubbed there again and again, the same place she would have cupped him with her tongue.

Nick watched them as he stroked his tongue along the underside of Tori’s jaw to her ear. Tori pumped him harder and his moan carried over to Margo.

Simon’s attention finally skidded away from their friends and back to Margo. Solely on her. He brushed his stubble-coated jaw against her belly and slid his hands up into her shorts from the bottom. He cupped her backside then tucked his fingertips between her thighs and against her panties. A moan rumbled in his chest.

She was soaked. She’d known it from the way her hips kept rolling at the gnawing restlessness building inside her.

Simon looked up at her and she was torn between watching his reaction and the show beside them.