Nick moved beside her, turning his head up to face her. “Forgot to mention that,” he murmured. “We were roommates years ago, but I kicked him out because he snores to wake the dead.”
“How’s he sleep through it?” Lisa wanted to know.
With a shrug, Nick pushed himself up above her. Leaning down, he kissed her on the lips, then whispered, “He sleeps through anything. Let me show you.”
He eased a hand between her legs and found the still-tingling nub of her clit with one finger. She gasped as he rubbed it, spreading her legs wider—or, rather, as wide as they’d go, since Ray was still pressed right up against her side. Nick trailed down her labia, parting the lips, then slipping his thick middle finger into her cunt. With a moan, she arched her back, thrusting her breasts against his bare chest as she drove his finger in farther.