Chapter 19
TIFFANY
Taking Ollie’s c**k in my hand, then leaning forward to wrap my mouth around the head was about the bravest thing I’d ever done. My heart pounded like it had the power of a steam engine behind it and my anxiety about being rejected had my stomach tying itself into knots.
A single long groan from Ollie as he slipped his hand into my hair and gripped me tight to him had my worries melting away.
“Fuck... Tiff. That. Is. So. Perfect.”
I moved up and down on his shaft, loving the heat and softness of the skin beneath my tongue. The feel of him in my mouth. The musky scent of him in my nose.
The other two guys moved around us and when I lifted my head to see what they were doing, they were standing next to Ollie, n***d too. And waiting.
I glanced up and met Jase’s gaze.
