Liquid fire surged through her, and an intense urge to have this man’s cock thrusting into her almost felled her. The thought of being sandwiched between two men made her knees so weak she could only clung to Rory. Even as the rush of anticipation quickened her veins, she didn’t think she could wait any longer. She wanted them now.
She wrenched her mouth away with difficulty. “Rory, please…” she pleaded. “I can’t stand it anymore… Let’s go…”
Her body was a mass of aching need. She barely remembered Rory leading her back to their table, or Brent paying the bill and, later, checking in for the suite at the reception desk. She was only aware of Rory’s arm around her shoulder as she leaned against him, breathing in his spicy scent as though that was the only thing holding her up.
Brent nuzzled the side of her neck once they were inside the elevator. He never seemed to care that other people could witness the physical expressions of their love. Fortunately, there were no other people. “Sleepy, dear?”
“No,” she said huskily. “I want you.” She turned and reached up to clasp her hands around his neck and proceeded to kiss her husband with all the unfulfilled passion in her. Fire flamed and burned bright in her. She couldn’t deny the fact that Rory’s presence in the elevator excited her. There was an additional element to the sensations she was feeling, a sharp sting that made whatever she was feeling new with an added dimension.
Brent broke the kiss with a small laugh and ground his hips into her. She moaned and wished they could be inside the suite and he was slamming his cock into her. After all the stimuli she had received tonight, she had the feeling she needed him to ride her hard and fast.
Rory stepped up behind her and pressed his cock against the crack of her butt. He bent to nibble her throat as his hands busied themselves with undoing the pearl buttons of her shirt. He made short work of the front clasp of her bra, and her nipples peaked in the cool air. He cupped her breasts with his large hands and pushed them up.
What was he doing?
She was about to ask with her ragged voice when she opened her eyes and saw the brief flare of lust in Brent’s eyes. She looked down at herself and saw her breasts being lifted as offerings to some god. Her breath caught in her throat when Brent bent his head and sucked first one rosy-tipped nipple, then the other. She arched her body to bring her breasts closer to his mouth, moaning when his hand joined his mouth to shape and knead the neglected globe of flesh.
For the second time that day, she knew how it felt like to be sandwiched between two men. Heat and predatory male scent all around her, swamping her. Some primitive female instinct in her luxuriated in the feeling, and molten heat zigzagged through her at the thought of Brent’s rigid cock plunging into her pussy…of two hard cocks filling her up, thrusting into her welcoming body—
Ding!
They’d reached their floor and fortunately no one was there to witness her half-naked state. Brent left her in Rory’s arms while he went ahead to open the door of their suite. She and Rory followed more slowly, kissing and fondling, until finally, Rory scooped her up in his arms with an exasperated curse and strode the last few steps toward the inviting suite with lights all blazing bright. She giggled and continued kissing and licking his flesh beneath his open shirt, until she found herself falling through the air and landing on her back on the soft yet firm bed.
Surprised and a little winded, she was about to scold him for his masterful treatment when her mouth went dry.
Rory had removed his shirt and was now hooking his thumbs on both sides of his trousers. He pushed down all the clothes on his lower body in one go. His rigid cock sprang out, thick and pulsing with life.
She couldn’t do anything but stare at him, then noticed that Brent was staring at Rory as well from the doorway. He was wearing an odd expression on his face, as though he’d been punched in the gut and was flummoxed as to how it had happened. “Honey? Come and join us.”
“Yes, c’mon, Brent. A threesome isn’t fun without you,” Rory joked.
Brent shook his head, still looking stunned. “Why don’t you carry on? I’ll sit here for a while and watch.” He grabbed a chair and turned it around so that it faced them and settled down on it.
Brent turning down the chance for sex? Concern replaced the lust roaring through her and she ran to his side. “Are you all right? Is it something you ate at dinner?”
His face softened. “Yes, sweetie, I’m fine.” He cupped her face and drew her in for a lingering kiss. “I told you once how the thought of seeing another man fuck you aroused me, didn’t I? Well, I want to watch first and see how long I can stand it.”
She tugged at his hand. “Then come and lie down beside me.”
“I’ll join you in a little while. Go on.” He gave her a wicked smile that reassured her. “After all, the view is better from here.”
She laughed. “All right, come join us soon.” She ran back to the bed, where Rory gently helped her out of the rest of her clothes, before positioning himself on top of her. She groaned from the contact with his naked flesh, which scorched her wherever they touched. “Rory, oh God, I need you, want you…”
His mouth came down hard on hers. His heat seared her, his woodsy aftershave scent surrounded her and his taste overwhelmed her. She tasted the lingering flavor of the wine from his mouth and some essence that was purely Rory. While they kissed, he rubbed his body enticingly against her and his stiff cock stabbed at her soft thigh.
Before she could think twice about it, her hand closed around his cock and pumped slowly, savoring the pulsing life in her hand.
He came up for air. “God, Brent, what is your wife doing to me?”
She glanced over at her husband to see that though he remained seated, he had stepped out of his clothes and was pumping his cock slowly, his eyes trained on them. Rather, on Rory’s very naked, very sexy butt.
A sizzle of lust and excitement speared through her as a most incredible thought popped into her mind. Was Brent lusting after Rory as well? How did Rory feel about that?
She returned her glance to Rory, whose eyes were scrunched tight and his body arched as she moved her hand up and down his cock. He allowed her a few rubs before he pried her hand off. “I’m sorry,” he gasped, “but if you want me to last longer, you’d better stop that.”
“But I want to touch you.” She stroked his chest and found his nipples unerringly. She teased and pinched until he groaned, then she leaned forward and sucked one brown nipple into her mouth. His hands plowed into her hair and scattered the pins everywhere.
“I want to go down on you, to suck your cock, your balls, to—”
She peeped at Brent to see the effect of her words and was gratified to see that he had half stood from his chair, his gaze was burning a hole through Rory’s body and his cock was engorged and straining badly in his hands.
“Damn, Lindsey, the pictures that go through my head. Tell you what, honey,” Rory panted as though he’d run a long race, “I’ll let you have at my cock after I finish with you, ‘kay?” He managed a thoroughly male smile that sent her heart beating fast and her pussy tightening with need. “I want a taste of that pussy that I can smell from up here.”
She was so aroused she was dripping. Brent was more of the silent lover as he never used words to stir her. Instead, he relied more on his actions. She widened her legs and invited Rory breathlessly, “What are you waiting for?”
He was stunned for all of one second before he threw back his head and laughed. “Somehow I should’ve guessed you’d say that.” He chuckled and she could still feel the vibration of that chuckle when he buried his face in her pussy.
She gasped and a curl of desire swirled through her. Her head rolled back on the pillow and it was then she discovered that the entire ceiling of the suite was a mirror. She saw herself lying wantonly on the bed with no covering and a man’s blond head at the juncture of her thighs. The erotic picture, together with the skillful probing of his tongue, made her wr
ithe and twist with abandon. He held her hips steady while his tongue kept up the rubbing motion among her folds. There was one particular area which affected her the most and when he found the way it made her cry out in ecstasy, he rubbed at the place with fast, circular strokes. She discovered the most urgent need to move but his hands prevented her. “Ahhh Rory! Let me… Let me move…”
His hands shifted to her buttocks to lift her up. His tongue curled around her clit and he sucked with deep, strong pulls. She bucked and convulsed, the deep waves of orgasm washing over her and, never shy, she screamed out her rapture. Still, Rory continued sucking her clit and her orgasm went on and on until the pleasure was so intense she felt she was going to faint.
He stopped just as the edges of her vision dimmed and kissed his way up her body. Swells of lethargy swept throughout her body and she twined her arms around his neck as he kissed her lips. She tasted herself on his mouth and, combined with his own flavor, it was a heady mixture and washed away the languor that was sapping her strength.
She grinned at him lazily. “How do I taste?”
“Sweet,” he said promptly and dropped a kiss on her nose. “Though I wouldn’t mind drinking more of your cream.”
“You really have a way with words,” she purred. She rubbed her lower body against him seductively. “Now it’s my turn.”
They exchanged positions and she made her way slowly down his body. Since this was probably the only time she’d get to have sex with him, she intended to explore his magnificent body at her utmost leisure. She hoped too that her seductive demonstration would stimulate Brent to share his fantasies with them and that Rory wouldn’t reject him.
If she read the signs right.
She nipped Rory’s throat and her hands luxuriated in the hairy mat on his chest, finding his nipples unerringly. He massaged her scalp with gentle fingers and groaned softly when she dipped down and took his nipples alternately into her mouth. He jerked involuntarily when she sucked on the hard nubs. She continued sucking, pleased that she could provoke such a reaction from him.
In time, she dragged her lips southward, following the line of his body hair and swirled her tongue around his navel in slow circles. She delighted in the salty taste of his skin, even as her nostrils were filled with his scent, underscored by his aftershave. She intentionally prolonged the moment before reaching his cock, wanting to heighten the anticipation and thereby making the experience more pleasurable for them both. His groans and moans were music to her ears and the tugs on her hair let her know which of her actions gave him the most pleasure.
She pressed a kiss on his belly and felt it tighten under her lips. He seemed to be holding his breath, his whole body going rigid with need. She decided not to torture them both any longer and moved downward, letting his heated cock brush against her soft flesh. She undulated from the erotic sensation and she was so aroused that she supported herself on her knees while she wrapped her full breasts around his cock.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” Rory said harshly, his eyes closed tight, when she began moving her body up and down, so that his cock rubbed in between her breasts. His stiff erection was purple and long, as thick as her wrist, with bumps and ridges that chafed a delicious friction against her plump breasts. “Your tits are so soft. Damn. Argh!”
She couldn’t resist anymore, she released her breasts and took his ripe cock into her mouth. Hmmm, he tasted good. She bobbed her head on his rigid cock and tried to take in more with each downstroke of her mouth but he was so long she couldn’t manage. Already, he was stretching her mouth wider than she’d ever needed to with Brent. Damn, she couldn’t wait to take him in her pussy. She trembled with longing at the thought.
She stroked the parts of him that she couldn’t stuff into her mouth, from the middle of his cock to the base where she also gently fondled his balls. She sucked him vigorously and from the tightening of his balls, she could feel that he was near. Good, because she wanted to taste his essence and to swallow as much as she could of it. She enjoyed giving blowjobs, but she enjoyed swallowing the cum even more. There was something sexy and erotic about such an act.
Rory moaned, distracting her from her thoughts and she could tell he liked having her small mouth on him. She shivered in anticipation and returned her attention to the job at hand. Soon, soon…
Brent couldn’t move. He’d lost his breath. He knew he was half standing and that soon he would tire of holding the position but he was riveted by the erotic sight of his wife on her knees between Rory’s legs as she gave him a blowjob.
Jealousy mingled with a certain voyeuristic pleasure swept through him. Mine! his mind roared and he wasn’t sure whether he was referring to Lindsey or to Rory. All he knew was that images flashed in rapid succession through his brain—Lindsey sucking his cock, he sucking Rory’s cock and Rory sucking his cock.
All his barriers fell away. Finally, he admitted to himself what he’d been busy denying the past few months—he lusted after Rory Chandler, his best friend. He was aching to touch him, to stroke him, to suck his cock, to…oh yes, for Rory’s cock to fill his ass.
Just thinking about it made his cock harden even further.
Earlier, seeing his best friend in the buff had caused a strong surge of lust to rage through him. The emotion had stunned him so much that he’d needed a few moments to grapple with his feelings, alternately denying and being strangely fascinated by the activities on the bed, especially the graceful movements of Rory’s body.
He forced his gaze up from where Lindsey’s mouth was having a busy night, up, up, up to roam over Rory’s terrific, gym-honed body with greedy eyes. The tight pleasure on Rory’s face hit him in the gut and he wanted to kiss him, to do the things Lindsey was doing to put that same expression on Rory’s face.
He ached so badly he felt he was going to explode soon. Holding his erection in his hand, he strode toward the bed and plunged his cock into Lindsey’s hungry pussy.
Rory’s cock popped out of her mouth as she cried out. She buried her face against Rory’s skin and held on to his thighs as Brent drove his cock into her with fast, furious strokes. His balls slapped against her thigh with the force of his thrusts and he couldn’t help but move faster as his gaze landed on Rory’s thick cock, his imagination going into overdrive as he pictured himself bending over his best friend, his tongue tasting the pearly pre-cum decorating the tip.
He groaned and pushed faster, harder. Even with his insane thoughts wrapped about Rory, he didn’t forget that it was Lindsey he held in his arms, Lindsey he was plunging his cock into. God, she felt so good, her pussy so tight and hot and he was going to explode soon.
He reached around her waist to stroke her clit and in mere moments, she shook with the power of her ecstasy, her cry muffled against Rory’s flesh. Her pussy gripped his cock in a merciless grasp, the convulsive movement of her muscles compelling him to release his seed with mighty roar.
The orgasm from Brent’s surprise fuck weakened her knees and when his cock slipped from her pussy, she rolled over to lie beside Rory, chest heaving from her exertions. She heard the crinkle of foil and then Rory was looming over her. He gave Brent a tight smile. “I’m wound up tight, buddy. Your wife’s got a lovely, skillful mouth and after your demonstration, I just have to fuck her. Okay?”
“Go ahead.” Brent swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “I want to watch you fuck her. Fuck her hard and good.”
Rory turned to her. “Lindsey?”
“Yes,” she breathed, not able to say another word.
Rory didn’t need further encouragement. He tilted her hips and slammed into her, pushing past her still-spasming muscles to bury his rampant cock inside her. She caught her breath at the pain-pleasure of his entry. The veins at his neck popped out with the effort to hold still for several seconds, allowing her to adjust to his girth. She panted as her pussy shifted to accommodate him and the minutest movement of her hips had him gritting his teeth. He retaliated by lifting he
r legs and placing them on his shoulders and she gasped when his cock slid deeper into her.
“Ready?” he rasped.
She nodded and her fingers clenched on the comforter as he began moving in the age-old mating rhythm, his unyielding cock pistoning in and out of her with steady regularity. She moaned at the friction his rubberized cock generated in her, at the many wisps of pleasure that coiled through her until they twisted into a maelstrom of sensations. There were more bumps and ridges than she remembered from the blowjob, unless he was wearing one of those condoms that was full of ridges guaranteed to give a woman the most pleasure. No, no, he only bought one box of condoms and—
The inconsequential thought faded away when she felt the urgent desire to move but she tried to hold off, not wanting to leave Rory behind. “Hurry, hurry,” she gasped. “I’m about to come again.” Her hips rolled and writhed involuntarily.
“A few more,” he said, teeth grinding as he picked up the rhythm and drove into her with shallower, faster strokes, where each downstroke slammed his groin against her clit, triggering thrills of shuddering pleasure through her. “Damn, but I love thrusting into your pussy. God, Linds, your pussy’s tight…so tight…”
The words threw her over the edge. She screamed and convulsed, her hips rolling and writhing so hard she almost flung him off her. Fortunately, he was holding on to her shoulders and with one last great thrust, he shouted her name and came.
Extreme satisfaction stole through her but her exhaustion was just as absolute. The last thing she knew before she fell asleep was the arrangement of a male body on either side of her warming her throughout the cold night.
Chapter Five
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