Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

she peels off my tank top and helps me strip off my jeans.
We dump our food-stained clothes into the sink to be washed out later,
and she pushes me back under the spray, helping me clean my hair.
But I’ve barely tipped my head back, closing my eyes, before her mouth
covers my nipple.
There’s something mentally wrong with people like Olivia Jaeger.
I shake with a laugh at Amy’s words today. Then there’s something
wrong with me, too. I’m so hard for her already.
“What are you laughing at?” Liv asks.
I grab her face and bring it up to me. “Nothing, baby. You just make me
shiver.” And I kiss her, swirling my tongue into her mouth and wrapping my
arm around her, holding her tight against me as the warmth blankets us.
Spinning her around, I rinse her off, her hair and body, never taking my
hands off her as her kisses on my neck seep down into my belly.
“You said you could do anything a man could do,” I taunt. “Prove it.”
“Or what?” She bites my lips. “You threatening to get from Callum what
you can’t get from me?”
She licks my mouth, and we grind on each other faster.
I groan. “Start getting more possessive, and I won’t have to. Tell me I’m
your girl.”
Tell me.
“You trying to start shit right now?”
“Yes.” And I kiss her deep and strong, covering her mouth like it’s my
last meal.
She slides down the wall, squatting between my legs, and yanks my hips
into her mouth. Oh, Jesus. Her tongue glides up my pussy over and over
again, ending each time with a nibble or sucking.
Again and again.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, her lips tugging my clit and
making me moan. I don’t care who’s here to hear. Let them hear.
I lift my leg, placing my foot on the edge of the tub behind her, fisting her
hair with one hand and reaching up, gripping the windowsill with another.
“Fuck me, princess,” she says.
She bites me, and I let my head fall back, overcome. I roll my hips,
thrusting into her mouth against the wall, and I peer down, taking in the view.
She kisses and tugs, sucking on my inner thighs and swirling her tongue
over my slit. “Fuck.” I shake, grinding on her mouth faster. “More, Liv.”