Chapter 4: First Taste
The whimper that tore from Nomi’s throat was raw, stripped bare. Jazzy’s hands slid up, pinning Nomi’s wrists to the pillow above her head with a firm, unyielding grace. “Shh, just feel it,” Jazzy breathed, her lips against Nomi’s temple.
Ant didn’t tease. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her cotton panties and dragged them down, exposing her completely to the cool, scented air. He looked at her, his gaze hot and heavy, before lowering his mouth. His tongue, broad and wet, licked a slow, ruthless stripe through her slick folds.
Nomi jerked against Jazzy’s hold, a sob catching in her chest. “Oh, god—”
“That’s it,” Jazzy whispered, her voice husky with arousal. “Let us hear how much you need it.” Ant’s mouth was relentless, his tongue circling her clit with focused, rhythmic pressure before dipping lower to taste her deeply. The wet, filthy sounds of it filled the room, mingling with Nomi’s broken gasps. He added a finger, then two, sliding into her tight heat with a groan that vibrated through her entire body.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” he muttered, his words muffled against her skin. He fucked her with his fingers, curling them just so, while his tongue never stopped its wicked work. The coil in Nomi’s belly pulled taut, a screaming tension. Jazzy released one of her wrists to cup her breast, rolling a nipple between her fingers. Sensation overloaded her, a circuit blowing.
“I can’t— I’m gonna—” Nomi choked out, her free hand tangling in Ant’s hair.
“Come,” Ant commanded, his voice a dark rumble. “Come on my tongue.” The permission shattered her.