Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 2(75)

Her phone chimed, and she picked it up absently. “Coming over!” chirped a perky message from her friend Mia, surrounded by text hearts and smilies.

Mia never actually asked if she could visit. She just announced it. Syria headed for the shower. Inside the spray, Syria debated between hurrying up to finish before Mia arrived, or slowing down for a repeat performance of their last shower together, which had ended in Syria’s introduction to fisting. But Mia had her moods, so Syria rushed, wrapping a towel around herself just as she heard Mia opening the front door.

“Are you naked?” Mia burst into the bedroom. “I like you best naked!”

Syria stepped out the bathroom and stopped short at Mia’s outfit, a perfectly sheer body suit that hid nothing, but instead drew attention to her nipples and bare, waxed crease with sparkling red swirls that encircled key areas.

“Oh, don’t miss this part.” Mia whirled around, and dual red spirals accentuated each of her butt cheeks, leaving the crack wide and exposed.

“AND, there’s a bonus feature.” Mia bent over, hands to the ground. As her ass rose in the air, she fingered a perfect hole, well fortified to avoid tearing, that enabled easy access. “So I can wear this during the act.”

Syria’s blood started beating just seeing Mia in this position. She stepped forward and pressed her hand against the opening, slipping her finger into the warm, waiting flesh. Mia dropped her head. “See, that’s exactly why I wanted this one.”

“Where did you get it?”

“I know a girl.” Mia bent further down, walking her head back between her ankles and reaching for the bottom edge of Syria’s towel. “I think this needs to go,” she said and tugged it off.

“You contortionists are a tricky lot,” Syria said.

“I can reach all the right places.” She backed up through her legs again and slowly rose up.

Syria kept her fingers in place as Mia stood, feeling the adjustment of her body around their connection, and the shift of the fabric as it stretched and moved.

“So you just came over here to show me this?” Syria asked, slipping her finger more deeply inside.

Mia faced away still, but moved with Syria’s fingers. “I knew you couldn’t resist.” She exhaled and bent forward, bracing her hands on her knees. “You’re too easy.”

Syria withdrew her fingers and spanked Mia lightly on her red sparkled butt. “I don’t like being predictable.”

Mia whirled around. “Oh no, I could never call you that.”

Syria’s phone lit up and started the opening chords to “Santa Baby.”

Mia hopped onto the bed. “That must be sweetcheeks!” She picked up the phone. “It’s requesting a video chat.”

Syria reached for the phone, but Mia pushed it away. “Let’s see how well Tyson knows you.” She got up on her knees and slid the phone between her legs.

“It’s going to be blurry!”

“All the better to challenge him with!” Mia said. “Now shhh!” She hit the “accept chat” button.

“That’s not Syria!” Tyson said immediately. “Whose lovely pussy is in my baby’s bed?” He laughed. “Must be Mia!”

Mia slid the phone along the bedspread. “Tyson, you are the only boy I know who can identify a girl by her blowhole.”

Syria peeked over her shoulder. Tyson was shirtless, his broad chest and strong arms filling the screen. She couldn’t see the rest. “It was Mia’s idea.”

“I can guess,” Tyson said. “Mia is always crazy.”

“Crazy?” Mia picked up the phone again, pressing it against her folds. “Lick this!”

Tyson’s laugh was deep. “You’re going to smudge Syria’s screen!”

Mia yanked the phone away. “Okay, yeah. Sorry.” She tried wiping the screen on her outfit, but it was the wrong sort of material.

“Are you girls naked?” Tyson asked. “Not that I’m complaining.”

Syria glanced down. She’d forgotten Mia had stolen her towel. “No. Mia’s wearing some bizarre contortionist outfit with a conveniently placed opening.”

“Pull back, let me see.”

Syria took the phone, cleaning it off with her towel, and angled it at Mia.

“That’s nice,” Tyson said. “Now do I get to see my love?”

“Give me that,” Mia said, and took the phone. “I’ll narrate.”

She pointed the phone at Syria’s feet. “First, her sweet toes. Too bad you can’t be sucking them.” She angled the screen up a bit. “Then those ankles that could make a nun look sexy.”