Web Exclusive - Scene 406 Claire Adams Evie Delatosso Aiden Starr

Evie just wants to leave. Claire blocks the bedroom door with her shoulder. Aiden steps in behind her, fingers tracing the curve of Evie’s jaw. No one speaks. Claire tugs the strap of Evie’s dress down one shoulder and drags her tongue along the newly bared skin; Aiden slides his palm up the inside of her thigh until he finds heat and wetness, then works two fingers inside her in a slow, deliberate stroke. Evie gasps, hips tilting forward against his hand while Claire bites her collarbone. Aiden curls his fingers, finding the spot that makes her tremble, and Claire swallows the small, helpless sound that spills from Evie’s mouth. The dress drops to her waist. Hands pin her wrists above her head—Claire’s on one, Aiden’s on the other—leaving her chest bare, nipples tight and aching. Aiden sinks to his knees, dragging silk panties down with his teeth; Claire stays standing, brushing each taut peak with the tip of her tongue, teeth grazing just enough to sting. When Aiden pushes Evie’s thighs apart and draws the flat of his tongue over her clit in one unhurried lick, Claire catches her nipple between lips and sucks hard. Evie arches, legs shaking. Aiden doesn’t stop—he pushes two fingers back inside her, fucking her steadily while Claire marks her throat with a fresh bruise. Every time Evie tries to lower her arms, the grip tightens. Pleasure coils fast and hot. Claire's free hand slips between her own legs, brushing her soaked cunt; Aiden watches her, eyes dark. The room smells like sex, and Evie’s thighs glisten where Aiden's mouth has been. She comes with a broken cry, muscles clenching around his fingers, and the two of them keep her pinned until she stops shaking.