Behind her, his legs shifted restlessly, his cock heavy with his own need, stiff and swollen, bobbing painfully without support, even as she licked him. Even if he could reach around Crowley, he would never dare to touch himself so boldly in her presence without her urging. It was disrespectful, for his entire body and especially his sex, belonged to her. She often encouraged him to fondle himself, but he knew the act was for her pleasure rather than his own.
His eyes closed as she spoke. Her words rang in his ears, encouraging him to pick up the pace, his tongue pushing more insistently, pushing into her, lips suctioned against her heat. He didn't need to breathe, giving him more focus in his task. One hand worked her clit, the other groped for her breast, fingering the nipple.