Kisses Sweeter Than Wine: Tastes of Seduction, Book 3

by Jess Dee

Satisfaction flowed through her body.

  Earlier, when Violet had locked the bathroom door and touched herself, her fingers had been gentle, her strokes light. Declan’s touch was not. It was firm and assertive and pushed past all of Violet’s emotional barriers. She had a million logical reasons not to let Declan touch her like this, and she forgot every one of them as he pressed inside her.

  Ecstasy built fast, sensation abounding.

  Being in Declan’s arms, his fingers thrusting into her pussy while Noah watched, pushed every one of Violet’s buttons, sending her pulse into overdrive.

  Her orgasm built and she tried to rub her clit against Declan’s erection. But the roughness of his jeans and zip against her swollen flesh made her whimper, forcing her to release the skin of his throat.

  Dec only laughed at her predicament and fucked her harder.

  “Declan…” Her frustrated moan ended in a squeak as he thrust deeper inside her.

  “You wanna come, Vi?”

  “God, yes.” So badly.

  “You watching, Martin?”

  “Haven’t blinked once,” Noah told him.

  “Kiss me,” he demanded of Violet, and she willingly gave him her mouth, losing herself to his velvety tongue and salty taste, anticipating the release she knew was coming.

  But Declan gave her no such satisfaction. With his mouth still plastered to hers, and his fingers still buried in her pussy, he walked with her once more, urging her to take small steps, until the back of her legs knocked against…Noah’s knees.

  And then Declan’s fingers were gone. His lips left hers and he was lifting her up and settling her back down—on Noah’s lap.

  The man was enormous, his thighs as cushioned as a brick wall. Hard muscle met her ass, until Declan shifted her slightly, and then it wasn’t just muscle she sat on. Her buttocks settled around Noah’s jean-clad cock. And it was every bit as erect as Declan’s.

  Noah’s arms wrapped instantly around her waist, holding her in place, pulling her back against his solid chest. His lips nuzzled her neck, sending hot chills down the side of her body.

  “Damn, baby, you looked so sexy in his arms. So hot.” Noah inhaled sharply. “I wished those were my fingers in your cunt.”

  “They will be,” Declan promised, and though Violet tried to look into his eyes, he avoided contact, focusing on her feet instead. He crouched before her and Noah and lifted first one of her legs and then the other, bending her knees and placing a foot on each of Noah’s broad, muscled thighs.

  Noah spread his legs, widening hers at the same time.

  Violet found herself perched in his lap, secure in his embrace—with her pussy totally exposed to Declan’s seeking gaze.

  “Perfect.” Declan gave a sharp nod of approval. “Martin, she’s all yours.”

  Noah’s massive hand slid down her belly, stroked her hairless mound and slipped over her clit until he found the slick folds of her pussy. And then it was Noah’s fingers pushing into her, invading her core, sending shivers up her spine and down again. Noah’s hand fucking her, not Declan’s.

  Dear God, it felt just as good as Declan’s. Different, but just as good.

  Noah’s fingers were shorter, they didn’t reach as high. But they were thicker and filled her in a completely different way, stretching her inner walls, bringing on a whole new wanton high.

  Instinctively, Violet rocked her hips upward, so while Noah finger-fucked her, she rubbed her clit against his massive palm. And there it was. The climax Declan had denied her, chasing its way back through her pussy.

  “Feel good, Vi?” Declan asked.

  Incapable of speech, she let out a soft moan and nodded.

  This time, when she sought his gaze, she found it—and was almost bowled over by the tempestuous storm she saw there. Desire, need and hunger swirled through the blue-grey of his eyes, as did anger, confusion and frustration.

  He pressed down on his erection, as though trying to relieve pain. “And this, right here…” Declan motioned with his head, nodding toward the point where Noah’s hand thrust inside her, “…this is exactly why it’s impossible to make sense of us.”

  With a growl born of desperation and agony, he wheeled around, and once again stormed off, disappearing through that same bedroom door and leaving nothing behind but the sound of the banging door.

  “Declan!” Violet let her anguish show in the frantic way she cried his name.

  He didn’t answer.

  “Noah.”

  “I’m right here, baby.” His voice was soothing, but not enough.

  “I-I can’t do this without him.” She didn’t want to do it without Declan. Not when everything she felt for Noah was all tangled up with everything she felt for Declan.

  Besides, Declan had started this. Brought her to this level. Kissed her, seduced her, aroused her and made her half-crazy with yearning for him and Noah. Then he’d handed her over to Noah—and left. “He’s part of it. Part of you and me.”

  “Shh.” Noah kissed her cheek, letting his soft lips play against it. His fingers, still buried inside her, had stilled. “He’ll be back. As much as he doesn’t want to acknowledge how he feels about us, he won’t be able to help himself.”

  A crashing noise echoed from behind the closed door.

  “He wants you, baby,” Noah reassured her. “As much as I do.” He pressed his palm flat against her clit and rubbed in gentle circles, his fingers moving by default.

  She closed her eyes against the pleasure of his touch and the pain of Dec’s departure, and let her head fall back on Noah’s shoulder.

  “He’ll be back because he wants me too,” Noah soothed. “As much as I want him.”

  “I want you too, Noah.” Admitting as much after all this time was difficult, but denying the truth was impossible. “I have since that first meeting we had, two years ago. I want you so much, but…but I want him too.”

  “I know. He makes us work. He’ll be back. I promise.”

  Another crash echoed through the closed door.

  “Count to ten,” Noah whispered.

  His hand continued its hypnotic motion, and as much as Violet ached for Declan, she couldn’t deny the thrill or gratification Noah gave her. He thrust his fingers inside her, counting each time he did so. “One… Two… Three…”

  Noah reached eight before the door was flung open. And there was Declan, stalking across the room again, his stride and expression filled with angry intent.

  He came to a standstill between their legs, leaned down and right there, beside Violet, he kissed the other man. Just smashed his lips against Noah’s.

  Violet twisted in Noah’s arms so she could watch, drinking in her fill of the sight of their lips plastered together and of Declan’s tongue pushing into Noah’s mouth.

  Noah’s erection grew beneath her. He held her tighter, his fingers plunging mercilessly into her depths. His other hand wound around Declan’s neck, so he held them both as he accepted Declan’s kiss and drove her ever closer to her peak.

  Dec gave a soft groan, and before Violet’s eyes, the kiss changed.

  No longer was it a punishing action, but a tender one. Now it was Noah kissing Declan, Noah’s tongue pushing into Dec’s mouth as the tension seemed to seep from Declan’s shoulders.

  The fight and the anger drained out of him. His stance relaxed, and he leaned into Noah, resting his thighs against Noah’s legs and hers.

  And there he was again. The sensual man she’d fallen for. The Declan who oozed appeal and sex, and made Vi weak at the knees.

  She couldn’t resist. She snuck her hand beneath the hem of Declan’s T-shirt and finally, finally felt his bare flesh against her palm. His stomach was hard, lean and ripped, and she pushed his shirt up, exposing a chiseled six-pack that looked good enough to lick.

  No sooner had she begun to trace the outline of that six-pack than Declan’s hand closed over hers, ending her search. But he didn’t end the contact. No, as he and Noah shared the hottest kis
s known to mankind, the sensual, confident Declan moved her hand downward, until it covered the bulge of his erection.

  It was all the invitation Violet needed. Her fingers flew over his button and zip, opening them, pushing his jeans over hips, shoving at his boxers, until finally she had him in her eager hand.

  She wrapped her fingers around his pulsing erection and relished the growl he emitted into Noah’s mouth as he rocked up, pushing himself into her fist.

  Violet could barely breathe.

  The situation was insane. Two men kissed, while she held one’s dick, and the other had his fingers deep inside her pussy.

  Violet could not remember a time she’d ever been this aroused. Or this aware of another person. Or two people. Their scents swirled around her, one expensive cologne, the other earthy male. Every time she inhaled, the heady smell of two men in their prime made her more excited.

  She was surrounded by a wall of muscle. Beneath her, in front of her, circling her waist. She was trapped by testosterone, and, God help her, there was nowhere in the world she’d rather be.

  Declan was a visual feast for any gaze. Dressed, he was beautiful enough to be a model, with his picture-perfect blond hair and blue eyes, his straight nose and regal lips. With his shirt pushed up and his jeans pushed down, he was sex-god stunning.

  As for Noah, Violet doubted there was a man alive who could make her feel more petite or more feminine. He was magnificent in his masculinity. His size and girth dwarfed her. Yet in his arms she felt safe, sexy. And totally aroused. Noah may not be as refined or as beautifully sculpted as Declan, but he was still drop-dead gorgeous. His nose, that must surely have been broken more than once, sported a cheeky bump, and she could—and had—drowned in his big hazel eyes.

  Then there were his lips. Without doubt, they were the most seductive set in history. Full and soft, when curved in a smile, they made Violet want to burrow herself in his bulk and stay there forever. Her only regret? She hadn’t yet had the chance to sample those lips. To taste them with her own. To lose herself to the wonder of his kiss like Declan did now.

  Violet pumped her fist over Declan’s hard shaft and cupped his balls with her free hand. He rocked his hips in time with her firm grip, and she wondered if he enjoyed having his testicles licked as much as Noah. She intended to find out.

  Declan pulled away from Noah’s mouth, and when he spoke it was with a voice that rasped over Violet’s taut nipples. “I have one condom. The only one I carry around with me.” He held up the square package for them both to see. “Question is, who gets to use it?”

  Violet answered before either man could. But she didn’t say a word. She simply shifted in Noah’s lap—as much as she could in his iron grip—leaned forward and swiped her tongue over the tip of Declan’s cock.

  “Jesus, holy fuck,” he groaned.

  “Condom’s mine,” Noah said and snatched it from Declan.

  Dec let it drop without argument, and in reward Vi swiped her tongue over his cockhead again, licking off the tiniest drop of salty liquid.

  “Dec,” Noah said, as he slowly, torturously withdrew his fingers from Violet’s pussy, “I need a hand here.”

  Declan straightened. “Long as you hurry the fuck up, I’m happy to help.” He placed one arm around Violet’s back and slid the other beneath one of her knees, threading it through to the other knee. Then he lifted her up, off Noah’s lap, and pulled her tight against his chest.

  He kissed her thoroughly before setting her on her feet and tugging at her skirt. “Time to get rid of this.” He pulled it back down over her hips, found her zip and button, took care of those and then pushed the skirt off.

  It crumpled at her feet and she kicked it away. The skirt landed in a heap right beside a pair of jeans and boxers.

  Noah’s.

  He must have removed them when Declan kissed her.

  “I’ve hurried the fuck up, Dec. Now it’s time to share.” Just like that, Violet was sandwiched between the two men, Declan in front of her, Noah behind. Noah pressed his erection into her nude ass, his shaft settling lengthwise between her buttocks. She couldn’t help herself. She swayed erotically against him, enjoying the slip and slide of his cock between her cheeks.

  He pushed her hair aside and trailed hot, moist kisses up her neck. God, those lips sent her into orbit.

  Declan made short work of her blouse, unbuttoning it and pushing it open.

  He swallowed audibly. “Christ, you’re beautiful. Like a picture.” His eyes were filled with male appreciation, and Violet resisted the urge to purr.

  Dec cupped her breasts, pushing them together and dropped his face into her cleavage. His hot breath burned fiery trails over her sensitized skin. He didn’t bother undoing her bra, he simply tugged down the cups so her breasts popped out and settled his mouth over one aching nipple, pulling it between his lips to suckle.

  She gasped, and Noah’s arm snaked around her stomach, his hand unerringly finding her pussy. His fingers were encased inside her a heartbeat later. As Declan tormented her breast in the best possible way, Noah filled the hollowness inside her, delighting her with every slide and thrust of his thick fingers.

  He drew his teeth over her neck, making her shiver, and continued the slow thrust of his shaft against her buttocks.

  Then he ground his palm against her clit.

  One second Violet was thrilling in the double heat of their combined attention, the next she was convulsing in ecstasy as an orgasm crashed over her.

  The walls of her pussy clamped down around Noah’s fingers, and she cried out, thrusting her breast more fully into Declan’s mouth.

  Long, glorious seconds passed as Violet came. And came and came. And when the last delicious shudder coursed through her, Noah withdrew his hand and moaned out loud. “Can’t wait any longer, baby.”

  Declan released her breast, and Noah held her tight against his body, taking a few steps back to the chair he’d vacated only a few minutes ago. And then he was sitting down and pulling Violet back onto his lap, her back to his front so they both faced Declan, just like before. Only this time, Noah arranged her legs so they straddled his, over the sides of the chair.

  Violet, totally boneless, let Noah take her weight.

  “Dec…” Noah’s breath rasped over her shoulders, “…I need you.”

  “I’m right here.” He was. Standing right there before them. “Whenever you’re ready.”

  Noah let out a low growl. “I’ve been ready for this for two fucking years.”

  “On the count of three.” Declan counted and when he reached three, Noah lifted her off his lap, as though she weighed no more than a feather.

  She watched, transfixed, as Dec leaned forward and grasped Noah’s condom-clad erection in his hand.

  A fresh wave of desire swamped her.

  And then she couldn’t see anymore. Noah turned her slightly, positioning her just so, and lowered her back onto his lap.

  “Oh yeah,” Declan murmured as Noah guided her down, right onto his thick cock.

  Violet gasped as the tip penetrated her wet pussy.

  Inch by inch, he lowered her so she took him in slowly, stretching deliciously around his girth. Aftershocks of pleasure from her orgasm rocked her inner walls, and Noah shuddered inside her.

  “I’m good now, Dec,” he panted.

  “Yeah, I can see that.” Declan’s voice was as rough as Noah’s, and when Violet looked at him, she saw a tenderness to his features she’d never noticed before.

  It made her heart skip a beat.

  He stepped back, and Violet slid all the way down Noah’s shaft, impaling herself on him. He was thick and hard and filled her completely.

  She forgot to breathe for a long while.

  “Feels so fucking good.” Noah placed a hand on each of her hips and held her there, both steadying her and pinning her in place when she squirmed on his lap, trying to get him in deeper. “D-don’t move, baby. I need…a second.”

  “Dear
God,” Dec muttered. He was staring at the spot where Violet and Noah were intimately joined. His eyes were now the deepest shade of blue, and he sank to his knees to get a closer look. He sat so close his breath warmed her already heated groin.

  Violet placed her hands on Noah’s inner thighs and pushed them open, intent on giving Declan a better view. She’d do anything it took to keep that loving, warm expression on his face. As much as she liked the hot, sensuous Dec, she suspected she liked the tender one more. The hot, sensuous Declan made her nipples hard and her pussy weep. The tender one made her heart sing.

  Pushing Noah’s legs open was like trying to shift two mountains. But Noah aided her, spreading his legs as wide as he could. It wasn’t very far—he was restricted by a half-naked woman straddling his thighs, but it was enough that as he moved, he surged upwards, deeper into Violet, making her cry out again.

  When she found her voice, a good few seconds later, she said to Declan, “See that?”

  Declan licked his lips. “Oh, yeah, Vi. I see it. I can’t look anywhere but at it.”

  “I mean his balls, Dec. See them?”

  Declan wheezed in a breath. “Clearly.”

  Violet took a deep breath and let out the sexual vixen she kept trapped inside. “Lick them, Dec. Suck on them while Noah fucks me.”

  Noah’s hands tightened reflexively around her hips, and he surged inside her again.

  Violet suspected she may have bruises the next day. Not that she minded. The pain of his grip only intensified the pleasure of his thrusts.

  “Knew there was a reason I liked working with you, Vi,” Noah said as he nuzzled her neck.

  “This isn’t work, Martin.” Dec shook his head, but his tone was tinged with amusement. And then he buried his face between her legs and Noah’s, and Noah let out a belly-deep groan that reverberated all the way through Violet.

  Violet’s pussy muscles clamped reflexively around Noah’s dick, and the two of them moaned in unison.

  Dec’s nose bumped against her clit as he worked on Noah, and every few seconds, his hot, wet tongue lashed her pussy lips.

  Violet dissolved into a puddle of helpless rhapsody.

  The sight and feel of Declan’s head between their legs was the hottest experience ever. She sighed with elation and instinctively pushed against Noah’s hands, rocking her hips.