I didn't need to be told twice. I leaned my head over Kim's shoulder, my face inches from Eleanor's. She tilted her head, her eyes dark and inviting, but just as our lips were about to brush, I pulled back an inch, a sudden thought hitting me.
"Wait, hold on," I muttered, my breath hitching as I maintained the steady, punishing rhythm inside Kim. "I almost forgot. I don't really want to taste myself on you, Eleanor."
Eleanor blinked, her predatory smolder flickering into a look of pure confusion. "What?" she asked, a stray laugh escaping her. "Seriously? Evan, most guys wouldn't care—or they'd actually be into that."
"Yeah, well, I'm a stickler for the details," I grunted, my hips snapping forward as Kim let out a ragged moan. "Call me old-fashioned, but let's keep the flavors separate."
