by Jess Dee
Jesus, she tasted good. Better than any beer ever could. Felt good too, pressed against him like this, all soft and feminine.
His dick grew so hard it hurt.
She squashed her breasts into his chest, her pert nipples poking at him. Her waist felt tiny beneath his hands, and her mouth made his skin prickle with desire. It pulled tight across his bones, sensitive as hell to her slightest touch. And Lily was not shy to touch.
Angus broke the kiss only to drag his lips across her neck. Her silken skin, so damn soft, tasted almost as good as her tongue. Sweet, like the fragrance she wore, yet a little salty too.
She groaned in his arms, the sound vibrating across his lips. He had an insane need to bite her, mark her, make her his. But doing so would hurt her. Mar her perfection, and he refused to subject her to either injury. So he nibbled instead, grazing her throat with his front teeth. Loving her reaction, loving the soft groans.
Lily rubbed herself against his thigh. For long seconds, he had to close his eyes and grit his teeth, anything to stop himself from thrusting violently against her, easing the ache in his groin.
“Still wet, Duchess?”
She sighed softly. “Oh, ye— Hmmm, um, actually…I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Yeah, just like he didn’t know if he had an erection.
She closed her eyes and let her head drop back. “Don’t know,” she confirmed. “Perhaps you could check for me?”
Oh, fuck. He was so screwed.
“Perhaps I should,” he said gruffly. “A woman needs to know these things.”
It took every ounce of strength not to rip the dress from her body. Instead, he tugged at the zip at the back, pulling it down. Lily shook the dress over her arms, and it landed in a pile at her feet. She kicked it out of the way.
The woman was more stunning than he’d imagined, her body curvy and lush and made to be touched. Adored. Her breasts were high and firm, and her nipples were pebbled, pushing against the cups of the silky, light-pink bra that matched her panties. He let his hands wander over her satiny flesh, practically imbibing the feel of her.
This was a woman worth savoring. A woman worth taking his time over.
A woman in love with another man.
He slid his finger into her panties, his mouth finding her lips as his fingers discovered her pussy. Her very wet pussy.
His chest heaved in satisfaction, brushing against her breasts. “I’ve checked, Duchess.” Christ, talking was hard in his current state.
“And?”
“I can’t tell for sure. Gonna have to keep my hand there a little longer.”
She sighed dramatically. “Take as much time as you need.”
He did, stroking her plump, damp folds as their lips met in a long, slow kiss that scalded him all the way down to his toes.
“Okay,” he said a million years later. “I can confirm that you are still wet down there. Very wet.”
“I’m not convinced, Angus.”
“Then maybe I’ll just keep checking.”
“Good idea.” A flush stole over her cheeks.
“So, how does it feel, Duchess?” he asked. “Kissing another man in Blake’s hotel?”
She peeked at him from beneath heavy lids, her cheeks deliciously pink. “Truthfully?”
“Always.”
“Naughty.” Lily rubbed herself against him, her pussy lips slipping over his finger. “And freaking sexy.”
“You look freaking sexy.” Aroused and uninhibited was a good look on Lily.
“Ya know, I’d feel sexier if your finger was inside me.” She twisted her hips as though seeking to impale herself. “That way you’d be able to tell for sure if I really am wet.”
Angus hesitated a heartbeat. “I have a better method of checking.” He dropped to his knees, curled his hands around her thighs and urged her to widen her stance. Then he pushed her panties aside, took a minute to inhale her musky scent and ran his tongue along her slick folds.
Lily screamed.
He licked her again, relishing the hot liquid that spilled from her pussy.
“Angus!”
He spent a long moment licking her, tasting, gorging as she writhed before him. Then reluctantly, he stood once again and replaced his tongue with his finger. He leaned in and kissed Lily, pressing his chest against hers and slipping his tongue into her mouth, feeding her a sample of her own nectar.
“Proof positive,” he said at last, “that you are indeed very, very wet.”
She didn’t answer, just stared at him with huge eyes and nodded.
“Now I’m curious about something else.”
She rubbed herself sinuously against his hand. “And that is?”
“Just exactly whose finger you want inside you, Duchess. Mine…or Blake’s?”
She looked at him through passion-darkened eyes. “Kiss me again and I’ll tell you.”
Hell, who was he to refuse, especially when her lips were all pouty and parted, waiting for his tongue? As their mouths met, he softly tapped her clit. Her responding purr urged him on.
Lily kissed him harder, chasing his tongue with her own when he withdrew and inviting him back. For long moments, their mouths and lips tangoed as his hand played to his heart’s content.
She pushed up his shirt and flattened her palms against the skin on his back. Then her hands were all over him, trailing along his spine, clinging to his shoulders, edging back along his sides down to his waist. A frustrated moan escaped her throat, and she tore her mouth from his, dragged his T-shirt over his shoulders and dropped it to the floor.
Lily buried her nose in Angus’s neck. Her breath tickled, and the sensation of her skin against his sent another powerful surge of lust through him.
“Truth time, Duchess. Give me a name. Angus or Blake.”
She bit his neck, hard enough to hurt and gentle enough that desire jolted his dick. “Truth time,” she agreed and bit him again before answering, “Angus.” Then, a heartbeat later, “And Blake.”
Angus’s vision darkened momentarily. From resentment…or excitement?
“Both of you. Separately and together,” Lily said in that husky voice of hers, the one she only used when aroused. “Your fingers and your cocks.” She nibbled her way up his neck to his ear. “That, for me, would be the ultimate. The first prize. Alone, you’d each drive me wild. Together… Mmmm. Heaven.”
A combination of pain, pleasure, frustration and need hit him hard in the gut, making him grimace.
Lily bit his earlobe. “Does that shock you?”
Did it? “Yeah… But it also turns me the fuck on.” Because if he were as honest as Lily, he’d acknowledge that kissing Lily in Blake’s hotel was fucking sexy. It left him hungry for more, hungry for things he’d never contemplated before. Things like seeing Blake’s finger in Lily’s pussy. Blake’s cock too.
And, Christ, it made him hungry for a taste of Blake’s mouth too. And his cock.
It made him want Blake all wrapped around him—just the way Lily was all wrapped around him. Jesus fuck, being here, in Blake’s place with Lily, just made him want. End of story.
“It shocks me too.” The voice that spoke was neither Lily’s nor Angus’s—and it sent hot chills all the way down Angus’s spine.
Chapter Four
Shock wasn’t the only thing Blake experienced as he stared at the half-dressed couple standing in his dining room. Full-blown desire raged through him too, trapping the air in his lungs and making his heart thud violently.
His body tightened to the point of pain, and his skin over his back itched, tingles pooling at the base of his spine. “It also turns me the fuck on.”
Lily jerked, and Angus turned to look at him, shock written all over his face. But Lily didn’t pull away, and Angus did not remove his hand from her pussy. If anything, he stroked her a little faster, and Lil’s soft panting just excited Blake more.
Blake knew he’d walked in on an intensely private moment, knew he shouldn’t be
there, but hell, he didn’t regret his invasion. He’d been about to turn on the shower when Lil’s scream had echoed through the almost deserted hotel, sending a chill through his blood. Not stopping to think, Blake had grabbed his jeans, pulled them back on, and raced through the hotel to find her.
And find her he had—almost naked, in Angus’s arms.
Jesus, he didn’t think he’d ever seen anything sexier.
It took a few seconds for Lily to respond, and when she did it was in a sultry whisper that did crazy things to his stomach. “You shouldn’t be shocked, Blake. You’ve known for years how I feel about you.” She stared straight into his eyes, making it impossible for Blake to look away.
Yeah, he’d known. He’d also tried to deny it. Tried so damn hard.
Well, fuck that. He was through trying. Through pretending—about anything. “And you’ve known for years that I feel the same, Lil.” Blake’s voice sounded strained to his own ears. “But it’s not that simple…”
“Yeah, Blake. It is.”
He shook his head. No, it wasn’t. Not when he loved her but desired more.
“It’s as simple as it is with me and Angus.” Lily placed a soft kiss on Angus’s neck, and Angus shuddered visibly. “We want each other, and we’re acting on it. You could do the same. Right here, right now.” Another kiss, another shudder. “Just act on your desires.”
Angus stared at him with passion-darkened eyes. But his mouth was pulled thin, suggesting to Blake he wasn’t the only one thinking things weren’t as simple as Lily made out.
“You mean act on my desires right here? Right now? While Angus is touching you?”
“No time like the present,” Lily confirmed.
“Lil…” Shit, if he acted on all his desires, he’d shock the hell out of her. “Things are complicated.”
“This doesn’t feel complicated.” Lily gave a heady sigh as she rocked her hips. “It just feels…good.”
Angus shifted his hand. Blake couldn’t tell what he did exactly, but Lily’s, eyes closed, her head fell back and she gave a small, excited yelp.
Goose bumps rose across his arms. “It’s…” Blake stopped, cleared his throat. “It is complicated, Lil. Ask Angus.”
He met Angus’s gaze, and what he saw in it burnt trails of fire down his chest and stomach, scalding his dick. The man’s eyes blazed with hunger and need. And perhaps a hint of uncertainty. And that hint of uncertainty, on a man of Angus’s size and stature, only made Blake want him more.
“Ask me what?”
Christ, every time the guy looked at him, Blake’s core temperature soared. And thanks to Lily, that core temperature was already well past the outer limits of normal.
Angus shifted where he stood, drawing Blake’s gaze down to his crotch. The man sported an erection as big as his own. “About the complications of you, me and Lily together.”
It was Lily who responded to that. “Complications as in you wish Angus would fuck you?”
Shock immobilized him. “What the…” He gaped at Lily. “Christ. You know?” Had she known all along? Impossible.
“That you like men? Of course I know.”
“H-how?”
Hurt flashed through her eyes. “You’re my closest friend. How could I not know something so important about you?”
Because he’d tried his damndest to keep her separate from that part of his life? “I tried to shield you from it, Lil. Tried to hide that side of myself from you.”
She clutched at Angus, as though seeking support from him while she spoke to Blake.
Angus obliged, holding her closer.
“But…why? Why hide anything from me? You know everything about me. It stands to reason I’d know everything about you.”
She was right. She always shared everything about herself. Lily had never kept secrets from him. “It’s because I know so much about you, because I’m aware of how you feel about me, that I never said anything. I didn’t want to hurt you by admitting I need a man in my life.”
“You didn’t think it would hurt more to keep me in the dark?”
“I didn’t,” he confessed helplessly. “It never occurred to me that not admitting I like guys…” He looked at Angus. “Not admitting I’m attracted to Angus would upset you. I figured you’d rather not know that side of me.”
“Well, then you’re an idiot. Hearing you admit like Angus, just like I do, only turns me on more.” She shifted, rocked her hips and stroked her hand across Angus’s shoulders. Then she leaned forward and nipped his earlobe. “And for the record? I find Angus ridiculously attractive.”
Fuck, so did he. Still Lil’s response to his honesty was not what he’d expected. “You’re aware of my…” he let his appreciative gaze travel the length of Angus’s body, “…man-habit, yet you still find me attractive?”
“’Course I do.” She smiled, and just like that the atmosphere lightened. “Because I know you also like women. And that gives me at least a fifty percent chance with you.”
Blake stared at her for long seconds before his gaze dropped to her bare leg. “A fifty percent chance with me, and yet it’s Angus’s hand stuck in your panties.”
Lily closed her eyes and writhed.
Angus moved his hand with a low, appreciative growl.
“Not just my panties,” she corrected. “You should know me by now, Blake. I don’t do things by half measure. I’m a hundred percent-type of a woman. And when it comes to men, I want a hundred percent.”
Blake shook his head. “And this, Lil, my love, is why you’re an artist and not a mathematician. Fifty percent of me and one hundred percent of Angus doesn’t make a hundred percent.”
“Ah, but I don’t have one hundred percent of Angus.” She trailed her fingertips over Angus’s nipple, leaving it hard and tempting, and damn it, Blake wanted to run his tongue over it. “Do I?” The question wasn’t aimed at Blake. “You like him too, don’t you, Angus?”
Angus’s eyes were dark, and his gaze moved from Lily to Blake. A weighted silence filled the room until he finally nodded. “I s’pose.”
“See?” Lily asked Blake. “The way I figure it is this. If I have fifty percent of you and fifty percent of Angus, and Angus has fifty percent of me and of you, and you get fifty percent of Angus and me, then we all get a full one hundred percent. My math is sound.”
Blake shook his head with a chuckle. “You have this all sorted out, don’t you?”
“I didn’t,” Lily said. “Until I saw the two of you together. Then the solution seemed so obvious.”
“Solution?” Angus asked.
“The three of us. Together. Makes perfect sense, don’t you think?”
Blake raised an eyebrow. The three of them, as in both men making love to Lily? Or the three of them, as in the three of them? “You’d be okay if I kissed Angus? In front of you?”
Lily chest heaved. “Very okay.”
He stepped closer, a challenge in his eyes. “How about if I sucked his cock?”
Angus groaned.
Lily bit her lower lip. “Would you share?”
A trickle of sweat slipped down Blake’s spine.
“As in, let you suck his cock with me?”
She nodded.
Blake stepped closer still. Both of their mouths on Angus’s cock? The thought gave him a rush of pure adrenalin. “I could share.” So long as they got to stop at regular intervals so he could kiss Lil.
“Then I’d be very okay with that too.”
“Aw, fuck.” Angus moaned hoarsely. “You just got wetter, Duchess.”
She did? Christ. “And how about if I took his cock in my arse?”
Perspiration broke out on Angus’s forehead.
Lily whimpered at the question. “Wh-where would your cock be?”
Blake closed the distance between them. “Wherever you wanted it, babe.”
Everywhere.
Only she didn’t have time to verbalize her answer. Faster than she could blink, Blake crushed his m
outh to hers.
Lily’s heart ceased beating. Just stopped. And when it started again, it was to a rhythm so out of whack that breathing was impossible.
Six years she’d wanted him. Six years she’d dreamed about this moment. Ached for it. Blake, her friend, her confidant and her wet dream, finally, finally kissing her.
And dear God. What a kiss. Wet dreams could never live up to this reality. Phantom brushes of tongues and clashing of lips could never be as sensational, as incredible as the real deal. Especially when the real deal included Angus holding her.
Blake kissed her with every ounce of need and longing she kissed him with. And there was a whole heap of need and longing. Angus’s seduction had ensured that, had ramped her desire up to utter desperation to be touched, kissed and loved by both men.
Yeah, Blake may have told her over and over that he adored her. Craved her. Lusted after her. But she’d never really believed him. Never taken him seriously.
This minute? This kiss? Made a mockery of her notions. Whatever she felt for Blake, he felt for her. His mouth left her with absolutely no doubt.
Eons passed before he broke the kiss. Before he dragged his mouth from hers. Before words she’d waited an eternity to hear were rasped out between ragged breaths. “I love you, Lil. I always have. Wanted this…wanted you forever.”
Tears filled her eyes.
“You have to know that, babe. Yeah, I like men.” He gave Angus a meaningful look and rested his hand on Angus’s stomach, on the ripped six pack that Lily longed to taste. “I like Angus, but you’re the only woman in the world for me.”
She shook her head. She hadn’t known.
Blake leaned in and kissed away the tears that spilled onto her cheeks.
“I…I love you too.”
He knew it. Always had, but the happiness reflected in his eyes as she spoke told her he’d needed to hear the words as much as she had. And then words were unnecessary as he lowered his hand to cover Angus’s erection and kissed her again.
Angus tensed and shuddered beside her, and pleasure seeped through her muscles, through her bones. Pleasure wrought by Blake’s mouth and…Angus’s finger.
No matter how intense, how emotional her and Blake’s first kiss had been, Angus hadn’t ceased caressing her, hadn’t removed his hand. She may have loosened her hold on him to make a place for Blake, increasing their twosome to a threesome, but he’d continued touching her as she’d kissed the other man, and she’d continued rocking on his finger, loving the sensation.
