“I thought you promised not to touch me,” I say, and if there’s a note of illicit hope in my voice, he ignores it.
“I did, and I’m not. But you look as if you’d like to have your c**k sucked, don’t you? Wouldn’t that feel so good? To have Becket lick you and kiss you? And then pull you into his mouth and let you empty yourself there?”
“s**t,” I mumble, my entire body clenching in response. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
Auden gives me a smug look. “I thought so.” He bends down and scoops the loose and dozy Poe off the coffee table, depositing her on the sofa and tucking a blanket around her drowsy form. “Do you need anything?”
“Just to watch you f**k,” she says, both sleepily and naughtily, and that earns her a long, pleased kiss. My chest goes tight again.
“On the table,” Auden t
