Rocky Ride (Thompson & Sons) by Vivian Arend

knew he’d wrapped his lips around her nipple. Wet heat, the sharp bite of his teeth. Anna shuddered hard enough the chair under them skittered on the hardwood floor.
    “So damn beautiful,” Mitch whispered. “Your skin is flushing, body softening. If I put my fingers into you right now, I bet you’d drench me.”
    “Do it.” Anna deliberately opened her eyes and curled upright, reaching for her button and wiggling off his lap.
    Mitch grinned. “Eager, are you?”
    She was about to explode, and he was asking stupid questions. “You want me to do it myself?”
    Instant lust ripped over his expression, and Anna found herself twirled then pinned to his hard body. The rough stubble on his cheek scratched her cheek and shoulder as he leaned them together. “There’s no rush. Ashley wants to see my ink. Let’s give her a clean canvas to contrast them against.”
    Again, one of his hands went up, the other down. Both barely touching her, but the minute hairs on her skin stood straight on end. His top arm cradled her torso, his wide-spread fingers cupping her breast, thumb teasing back and forth over her nipple.
    With his other hand, he finished what she’d started. Unzipped her pants then shoved them down far enough to reveal her panties.
    He was right—she was soaking wet already, and only getting wetter the longer he delayed.
    The bold lines of his tattoos curled around his arms like he was curled around her, the flames against her pale skin making it appear she was the one on fire.
    She was. Inside and out. An incinerator had been lit in her belly that was melting away all restraint and inhibitions. Anna took a deep breath then peeked under her lashes toward Cassidy and Ashley’s corner.
    The two of them were tangled together as well. Ashley had lost the robe, and not only was Cassidy’s chest still bare, his pants were open. Ashley had his cock in her hand and was stroking him.
    But both of them were watching Mitch and Anna with an unwavering focus.
    Anna wasn’t sure what she’d expected to feel, knowing for certain Mitch’s caresses were being witnessed. As he slid his fingers into her panties and Ashley’s gaze followed, Anna’s only response was to open her legs as wide as her half-dropped pants would allow.
    There should have been some embarrassment, maybe, to accompany the illicit thrill. But with Cassidy’s gaze fixed on her chest, and Mitch rocking his cock against her lower back, she was overwhelmed with that internal fire. Heat licking through her like she’d gone molten inside.
    Mitch parted her folds. “I’m going to fingerfuck you. Then once you’ve had an orgasm or two, I’ll bend you over this chair and fuck you for real.”
    “ Yes .” Anna clutched his wrist as he thrust into her. She was wet, so he didn’t hold back. Thick fingers shoved deep, and she dropped her head back on his shoulder and moaned as he pulled out so slowly she felt every second with an intensity that rocked her.
    Mitch released her for long enough to shove her pants to the floor, setting his hands on her hips and ripping the edge of her panties apart. Then he was back, her legs kicked farther apart, her body arching as he drew her upright and set his hands back on her.
    This time when he drove his fingers in and started fucking her, he didn’t stop. Not until she was shaking, cries escaping her lips. Through half-closed eyes she focused across the room on Cassidy and Ashley. He had Ashley bent over his arm, his cock buried in her pussy as they pulsed together. Erotic to watch, intoxicating.
    Anna would have been envious, but there was no time, because her orgasm swept in and swept her away. Sex clutching tight around Mitch, the wet sounds of his fingers pumping deep into her mixing with the other sex noises in the room.
    Mitch was already changing their position. He didn’t take her over the chair like he’d suggested he would, though. Instead he sat again, his jeans shoved away, his cock upright and waiting