Underneath It All (Sexual Misconduct Volume II) by Bethany Bazile Read Free Book Online Page B

hand and he scowled.
    “ You would never hurt it. You love it too much.”
    “T hat’s exactly why I don’t want anyone else having it.”
    He leaned in and kissed my jaw. “And no one else will.”

Marcus Fucking Wilder!
    Avery
     
    I woke with Xander’s head between my legs, on the verge of an incredible orgasm. The gentle glide of his tongue against my clit was an intense way to be yanked out of sleep. I tried shutting my legs as the jolts of pleasure became extreme, but he spread them wider with a hand on each thigh. It didn’t take long before I was rocking into his strokes, chasing my orgasm. He sucked my clit sharply, then flicked it with his tongue. By the third flick of his hot, slick tongue, I rocketed. Came so hard my legs shook and my muscles tightened so hard I felt like I was locked in an ongoing circle of orgasms. His tongue was relentless, torturing my sensitized clit and stretching out my orgasm until I was begging him for mercy.
    I was boneless by the time he backed away, fading in and out of reality. But when his cock delved into my wet flesh, I was suddenly centered again.
    There were no words to describe the first moment of impact. That moment when we became one and the pressure of his cock filling me stole my breath away and sent shivers up my spine. The moment he spread me open and made me feel nothing but hard flesh and raw emotion.
    He braced his palms on the bed as he took slow, leisured strokes. He was fucking me like he wanted to stay in me all day. And I didn’t doubt he’d try.
    “ Now that’s what I call a show,” someone said, but I figured it must’ve been the television we’d left on.
    “ Go away, Marcus.”
    Wha t? Someone’s actually in the room.
    I covered my chest with one arm and tried to push Xander off with the other. That didn’t work. Xander became more determined, speeding up despite our audience of one.
    “ Come on, Xander, you could do better than that.”
    What the fuck is wrong with this guy? I was so glad the sheet was at least thrown over our lower half.
    “ Fuck off, Marcus.” Xander spoke of Marcus before, but I never imagined I’d meet him while Xander was eight inches deep in me.
    “ And miss the finale?” Marcus said. I couldn’t see past Xander, so I still had no idea where he was in the room.
    “ Xander, stop,” I hissed. My face was on fire, but my body was still hyperaware of Xander. My nipples were hard, and my pussy demanded I ride this out until I orgasmed again, but there was no way I’d climax with a stranger in the room.
    Xander growled, gritted his teeth, slammed into me, and came. His hot cum filled me while his friend whistled and made catcalls.
    He fell over me.
    “I can’t believe you just did that,” I chided.
    He chuckled through his heavy breathing. “Weren’t you a little turned on by someone watching me claiming you?”
    “ No,” I whispered.
    “ He couldn’t see you.” He assured me like that made a difference when I’d just been a participant in a live sex show. He pulled out of me and got up, making sure the sheet concealed me.
    I pulled it over my head , then peeked out. Marcus followed Xander into the bathroom, not at all fazed by Xander walking around naked. I hopped out of the bed with the sheets still clutched to my chest and grabbed a shirt Xander had tossed on the floor, threw it on, and hastily buttoned it up. I took a pair of shorts out of my bag and pulled them on even faster.
    Marcus walked back into the room like a bellow in a quiet night. He was nothing like Xander described him to me. He was boyishly cute, aggressively outgoing, and as wild as his surname. He was almost as tall as Xander’s 6’2” with a mess of dirty-blond curls on his head.
    “ Avery,” he shouted as though I were a childhood friend he hadn’t seen in a while. He surprised me with a hug that I didn’t return, my arms just awkwardly hanging at my sides as he squeezed me. I gazed over his shoulder at Xander, giving him a